<?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-5094681153143329627</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:19:08.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past.present.future</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-6633996309372580815</id><published>2009-12-28T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:59:36.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I being bathetic?A little I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Human, strange creatures. On one hand, dying to search for the Truth. Often, the desire blaze fervently in our hearts that we'll do anything to find the answer. But when the Truth is out and open, right in our faces...we crumble. We lament, we sulk, we cry, we can't handle the Truth. It hits us like a mallet, delivering a force, so strong that it breaks us into tiny pieces. The truth is...Truth is malicious,ugly, and unforgiving...so the next time you start searching high and low for it...ask yourself...are you ready 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;I did not manage to catch Sherlocks and Avatar this week :( that was actually my aim for this week..wanted to make my day before I go back to my Prison Cell. Anyways, shall catch Avatar with my Platoon mates...and leave Sherlocks for NYE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2009 is drawing to and end :( of course, its a tad too early to blog about how the year has been. But on impulse, here's a glimpse of what I wanna achieve in the coming 2010....&lt;/span&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;Material goods :)&lt;br /&gt;1. Polaroid Camera&lt;br /&gt;2.  DSLR ( Canon EOS 50D,40D or D90 or D60)&lt;br /&gt;3. Oven&lt;br /&gt;4. Desktop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Queen Sized Bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Hard Disk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Non-material/ Short,Long termed Goals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Learn to drive ( prolly after ATECH 2 :(&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn a Sport&lt;br /&gt;3. Try out Body Waxing =x&lt;br /&gt;4. Lose another 4 kg ( currently 69kg due to the Festive season)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Ensure that I'll be able to draw out 12k from my FD when i ORD ( in 13 mths time!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-6633996309372580815?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/6633996309372580815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=6633996309372580815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6633996309372580815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6633996309372580815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-i-being-bathetica-little-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-1081997970287970492</id><published>2009-12-25T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:01:03.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Why bother chasing more? I have what I need..&lt;br /&gt;What profits a man if he gains the whole world but loses his soul?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Perhaps that's what my 2010 resolution will be, to be gratified, count my blessings to make peace with what I already have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;That aside, I had an indelible night yesterday, good company, good food, good music and best of all...gifts that made me feel so well loved by my lovely classmates. okay, I'm not being materialistic here but I was really ravished( they're soooo creative) and they definitely struck my heartstrings, seeing the amount of effort put into making the gifts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;You know, sometimes the Past is something you cannot let go off and sometimes the past is something that you will do anything to forget. Downhearted? a little...will I brawl? and mull over it? Not likely...kinda moving on. I do not wish to open that can of worms anymore nor do I wanna exhume the Past. Some things are better left alone for some time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;What is Happiness my friend? It's when you climb onto your bed,body screaming for rest, but yet, your Mind is still tingling with all the excitement and you tell yourself..How I wish everyday would be like today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-1081997970287970492?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/1081997970287970492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=1081997970287970492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1081997970287970492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1081997970287970492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-bother-chasing-more-i-have-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-3710775886456552304</id><published>2009-11-08T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:46:56.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is always a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things look like there is no way, there is a way, to survive the unsure, to do the impossible. There is always a way.Be inspired. In the face of impossible, be inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctance to blog, perhaps it's the very thought of booking in that makes me so nua. Was packing my room and chanced upon a photograph taken in my BMT days, with Plt 4 after our gruelling &lt;em&gt;BIC. &lt;/em&gt;Attached with the photo was a note written by my PC. Reading it, memories flooded my mind- the good and the bad. Now that I'm a 8-mth soldier, things have changed. Acclimatized perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; feel unreal. ( I'm sorry, but my train of thought was disrupted. guess I'll stop here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-3710775886456552304?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/3710775886456552304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=3710775886456552304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3710775886456552304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3710775886456552304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-is-always-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-7375120564973763499</id><published>2009-09-20T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:01:21.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been facing the computer since Derek and Tj left my house.&lt;/span&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 hate such mundane life, one that is filled with "oh i know what's gonna happen next". You know they always say that you'll never get to re-live your youth and that all of us should live life to the fullest lest one day, we look back and sulk, wishing that we had been more adventurous, more cheeky, more romantic- moments that we can relish down memory lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently, I did a reality check and an astringent truth dawned upon me. It was as if i was zapped out of this mystical realm- a place where things were working my way, where simplicity ruminated in the deeds that I took on.&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;Initially, I wanted to be petty about it and attempted to create a big deal out of it. However, after a few sessions of self- propaganda, I let the matter off. All the joyous scenes became yet another figment of my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think the Mind is a very powerful creation. Occasionally, it tosses crumbs of doubts at me, hoping that I'll get hooked on, lose focus on stuff that requires my attention and then it strike. It will proceed to sow unhealthy thoughts into my mind, planting catalysts, wishing that it will speed up the process of decomposition of whatever good things are there in my mind. ( wow! weird description but true!)&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;Aiya, enough off those nonsense.&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;I seriously misses my A'level days. Now, when i plug in my Ipod, I'll occasionally catch tunes that bring about waves of emotions, mostly memories that are etched with honey! I'll get flashbacks of myself mugging with the notes under my nose outside the Teachers' room...those late bus rides in 180 as it whizzed down Bukit Batok road...those late dinners that my mum specially kept for me...and then nights when i feel asleep with the lights on and the notes slightly damp because of my saliva...those mornings when I woke up and told myself that today is a brand new battle and there are also those mornings when I woke up but pretended that I was dead knowing that A's draw near...Oh yah..and those panic attacks I got when I cannot solve simple Math questions( it felt as though my pee will spurt out any min)...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On an ending note...it has been a long time since i was down..I ain't sure what's happening but...guess its just another valley of shadow that I must conquer..wish me luck then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-7375120564973763499?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/7375120564973763499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=7375120564973763499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7375120564973763499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7375120564973763499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-facing-computer-since-derek.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-6181803913877338944</id><published>2009-08-23T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:04:47.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you hide long enough behind a curtain of bluff and principle, people stop trying to find out who you are in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;You know, at some point of your life, you have to take stock of the people that are significant in your life. You then need to evaluate, and think through, if you have spent quality time with every individual in that VIP list. As always, I will drill my mind to register this basic fact of life: not all good wills/actions will be reciprocated. Hence, putting the cliche phrase, " treat others the way you want to be treated" to shame, debunking this myth that millions of people have embraced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I believe I'm going through the valley of shadows right now. Despite the fact that money is the root of all evil, i think that its sole existence solves all problems, how ironic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm 19 and my future is bleak because my mother cannot afford my University fee. To add on to the problem, I've a father( a white elephant) that is heavily dependant on my mother and a brother that doesn't bring home income. GREAT right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;So to all the Christians out there, maybe in your Sunday service, you might wanna pray to your Abba Father to drop some cash into my bank? Tell Jesus that after all, I was once his son, his brother, wadever. okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-6181803913877338944?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/6181803913877338944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=6181803913877338944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6181803913877338944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6181803913877338944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-you-hide-long-enough-behind-curtain.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-4185631952358847363</id><published>2009-08-17T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:25:19.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I make Friendship a complicated affair. &lt;/span&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;A cauldron of emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-4185631952358847363?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/4185631952358847363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=4185631952358847363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4185631952358847363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4185631952358847363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-make-friendship-complicated-affair.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-7415544008715307994</id><published>2009-08-08T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:44:50.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only way to get rid of the Shadow is to turn off the lights. To stop running from the Darkness and face what you fear, head on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-7415544008715307994?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/7415544008715307994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=7415544008715307994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7415544008715307994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7415544008715307994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/08/only-way-to-get-rid-of-shadow-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-5325200606780486432</id><published>2009-08-08T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:27:41.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It does not matter how tough we are, Trauma always leaves a scar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They follow us home, change our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trauma messes everything 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;&lt;/span&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;But maybe that's the point. All the pain, all the fear and crap, maybe going through all that is what keep us moving forward, that's what pushes 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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe we all need to get a little messed up...before we can step up, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-5325200606780486432?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/5325200606780486432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=5325200606780486432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5325200606780486432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5325200606780486432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-does-not-matter-how-tough-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-2619257525590588475</id><published>2009-08-02T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:49:09.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are programmed to resist Change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More often than not, we want to keep things the same. We do not want our loved ones to change because we want want to be the Somebody in their lives that know them inside out-we want to own them, make them ours forever.&lt;/span&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 we all know good times don't last and changes are ineluctable. And then we contend, we defy, we fight.&lt;/span&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 point fingers at each other, we say " You've changed", we say nasty things about each other, we stab each other's back. And at the end of the day, we all bleed to death- hearts thrashed at and drained of tears. And only at that moment, we stopped to think, we realised the importance of self-restrain and found out that words, once spoken, cannot be eaten back. "If only.." we say.....&lt;/span&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 have a friend whom I feel is trapped. A new self, a concealed part that was undiscovered. The desire to discover more, to go beyond the boundaries and to embark on an adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adventure comes with a price- objection from the people who loves you, who wants to still know you inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you ready to pay the price?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-2619257525590588475?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/2619257525590588475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=2619257525590588475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/2619257525590588475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/2619257525590588475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are-programmed-to-resist-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-3328694809833150532</id><published>2009-07-12T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:58:30.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;TJ and Derek slept over at my house yesterday and I thought it will be a terrific idea for the three of us to go on a trip, out of Singapore after we have faithfully served our homeland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And of course, TJ, being the most prudent serviceman amongst us, suggested that we should start saving $150 per month, so that after our jail term, we will have enough to go on a holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;He reckon that I should get an account book and manually record down my expenditures and savings so that I'll have a full understanding and clarity where my hard earned money spill to. I toyed with the idea and decided to take up his suggestion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, it was only TJ and me talking about it. Derek was snoring away...but I'm pretty sure the trip will materialise. I have 20 months to save! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;20 months to ORD. woots :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-3328694809833150532?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/3328694809833150532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=3328694809833150532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3328694809833150532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3328694809833150532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/07/tj-and-derek-slept-over-at-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-2702042037058193604</id><published>2009-07-07T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:38:56.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I did a silly thing today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;As I saw the train approaching, I stretched out my hand and flagged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;One thing I've learnt from my military life( perhaps the only thing that I will ever learn) is the ability to suck things up, no matter how bad the situation is. Pack my feelings and off I go. I've learnt that complaining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; really a strategy and rather than sit in one corner and mull over the matter, its better that we get back on track, and see what good can we get from the wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, Problems is unlike Sex- the longer you stay in it, the more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt; you get.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also beginning to hone my ability to divert my attention from the bad, to the not so bad. You know, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;phase&lt;/span&gt;, " Looking on the bright side of life?" I used to be very cynical about it ( I remembered having a classmate who always uses this line, and I would roll my eyes in disgust)and refused to allow it to infiltrate my life. But guess what, I'm currently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt;, using it as a form of motivation, chanting religiously, treating it almost like a Word of God, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mana&lt;/span&gt; from Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Times are though and I've come to terms with myself, 2 years, do it once ( not that I will have any more chances) do it well. It will be very sad if one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have any form of tough times because that will be equated to someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;inexperienced&lt;/span&gt;, weak in the mind and undoubtedly someone who will forever lead a mediocre life. That will be true because Success coexist with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hardwork&lt;/span&gt;( and maybe a little of Mr Luck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; from a good friend today and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to be one of those chain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;smses&lt;/span&gt; that one receives a lot, especially during our secondary school days. Usually, I'll just you know, patronise the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; ( and the person who sent it) and maybe reply a " Thanks!". But this time, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; really hit me and I felt it was worth mentioning it here. For the benefit of those unlucky people who do not have good F's like me ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) here it is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;How does it break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Both friends will think the other is busy and will not contact each other thinking it might be disturbing to the other party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;As time passes,both friends will think" let the other one contact me first"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;After some time, each will think "why should I contact first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;From here onwards, your friendship will be converted to hate....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt; are like gold, without polishing it, it becomes dull. Whereas, if you take care of it, it will shine like the brightest star.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's my heart speaking :) I cannot agree more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-2702042037058193604?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/2702042037058193604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=2702042037058193604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/2702042037058193604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/2702042037058193604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-did-silly-thing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-1687482122782295923</id><published>2009-06-21T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:10:32.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke up this morning,disheartened,grieved, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perturbed&lt;/span&gt;. It's not a dream..it's for real..I'm posted to 3 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;great.&lt;/span&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;It's a totally new environment,and being expected to behave like a trained soldier, I must  be able to adapt to communal living without any sweat. But all of us must understand the composition of 3 SIR, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;, it targets at the standard batch, you know..people without much education. That concerns me because how can a Lion live with a Cat? ( okay I'm obviously the lion because I'm superior). you know? different social class? Okay, I shall not rant 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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I believe it's retribution. for all the bad deeds I've done that I'm being posted to this unit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;urgh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm  in distress. and the bereavement is climbing. almost over flowing. 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;I now feel inferior to my friends- who are either in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OCS&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SISPEC&lt;/span&gt;. They're commanders and I'm a man. They're drawing higher pay. They're lives ( this 2 years) will be filled with so much fun( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; assuming this because they're mixing with people of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;callable&lt;/span&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'll feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;out casted&lt;/span&gt; when I meet them. seriously. and I know I'll be bitter. very very bitter.&lt;/span&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;But...what can I do? appeal? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; * &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When my life gives me lemon, I make lemonade. ( Alternatively, you can sell the lemon, put those lemon into your sugar cane juice or squeeze some on your fish and chips)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-1687482122782295923?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/1687482122782295923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=1687482122782295923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1687482122782295923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1687482122782295923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-woke-up-this-morningdisheartenedgriev.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-5032525110755591457</id><published>2009-06-18T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:16:12.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been a while, quite some time. &lt;/span&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 been thinking a lot these days, whether ( weather, as someone spelt) I've made the right choice. Moving away from something that I've accustomed to over the years is indeed an intimidating affair. Difficult, is definitely an understatement. Am I really " this type" ( as many will put it) of student? Will there be a cultural shock? Till today, I cannot subscribe to the idea of " choosing something that you like". I'm having a hard time, trying to convince my mind and soul that, that alone will suffice. Shouldn't earning me a rice bowl superior to my interest? Can interest secure me economically? socially? ( by that, I guess I mean social status)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whatever the case, I guess there is no turning back now. Unless............................never mind, doubt I will do it. 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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a friend who recently mentioned ( indirectly) that he is ready to settle down. He feels he has the mental maturity to commit to a relationship that,supposedly, last forever. What he is lacking ( from his perspective) is money. &lt;/span&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 me, it's an insane concept, something that I cannot and will not accept and will never ever comprehend- the idea of early marriage. I think it's a joke ( and it amuses me even more when he spelt out his intentions because from my opinion, he's a kid, totally). Without checking the dictionary, Marriage to me compasses an array of factors ( or to put it simply, things that are related to marriage) and that includes money, social life, education, parents approval, social background, housing, privacy, commitment, trust,friends.....yada yada yada. &lt;/span&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 how would a teenager ( so that it doesn't seem I'm targeting him) at let say..16 years old, able to have a good grasp of all the factors? seriously?! 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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm zzzzz ( sorry for the lack of vocab) &lt;/span&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 really want to LAUGH OUT LOUD. ( finally I can use "lol" in a proper context)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-5032525110755591457?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/5032525110755591457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=5032525110755591457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5032525110755591457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5032525110755591457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-has-been-while-quite-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-4930567214046451437</id><published>2009-06-06T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:56:18.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My journey has just begun.&lt;/span&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;fun day with loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-4930567214046451437?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/4930567214046451437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=4930567214046451437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4930567214046451437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4930567214046451437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-journey-has-just-begun.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-6011988356198715431</id><published>2009-05-31T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:22:08.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I was about to grab hold of the grey item on my desk, I realised that I have a Recruit's cut.&lt;/span&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'm falling apart.&lt;/span&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;I love my pokemon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-6011988356198715431?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/6011988356198715431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=6011988356198715431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6011988356198715431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6011988356198715431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-i-was-about-to-grab-hold-of-grey.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-4846802912020489447</id><published>2009-05-01T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:20:56.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I received 3 letters this week- 2 letters of acceptance from NTU and NUS and a letter of invitation to College 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;I was enthralled when I saw the acceptance letter from NTU because the Pre-Reception left me with nothing more than trepidation and uncertainty- whether I'm able rise up to the occasion and meet the requirements, my command of English Language is oh-so not terrific and they're also looking for students with a certain vibe and zest in Mass Communications. Do I have what it takes? I asked myself. And is this really what I want to do for the rest of my life? Do " I like to write" suffice my intent to join the course? Or should I look deeper- job opportunities, pay, prestige? oh 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;Anyhow, I have till 1st june to decide so in the meantime, I'm not going to mull over it and will see how later :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess what! I'm going Outfield next week again! 3 days living in the forest! This week in camp was pretty tough as I was put to test emotionally and physically. You know, sometimes, one just refuses to attempt because he know sand understands the meaning of " beyond your limits"?&lt;/span&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'm currently reading a new storybook entitled The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield-pretty interesting book with lots of vocabulary to pick up! and I'm Happy! new words :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tmr is going to be exciting! I'll have a party at my cousin's house thereafter I'm meeting my classmates at out newly found hang out place :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: I came across ( with much intention) my ex-sch mate's blog and I really really need to comment on her (opps) posts- buck up on your english -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-4846802912020489447?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/4846802912020489447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=4846802912020489447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4846802912020489447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4846802912020489447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-received-3-letters-this-week-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-7649263398314409066</id><published>2009-04-26T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:27:06.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I used to like rainy days when I was young because I could put on my boots and run in the direction of the wind. I imagined I was a horse, galloping towards the great plains...then I grew up and I couldn't do it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-7649263398314409066?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/7649263398314409066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=7649263398314409066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7649263398314409066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7649263398314409066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-used-to-like-rainy-days-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-7203576376364320419</id><published>2009-04-18T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:15:05.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yay! got shortlisted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-7203576376364320419?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/7203576376364320419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=7203576376364320419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7203576376364320419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7203576376364320419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-got-shortlisted.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-4798644815666931606</id><published>2009-04-17T17:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:15:48.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;i realised. I've gained weight. i dunno why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow is my Pre-Admission Reception at NTU and I'm kinda excited and of course it is accompanied by a certain level of fear. Maybe its because I feel I'm not updated with the current affairs and I'm not armed with figures and facts! What if they pop me a question on...say..the political situation in Indonesia and Thailand??!! or...the latest policies on research on Stem Cells in USA??!! Anyhow, I'm a frog in the well and there is nothing much I can do now ( other than read today's papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;) so I'll brave the storm and charge forward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Was blog hopping and read many of my classmates' post on their interviews! unfortunately, I've not received any letter from any of the Universities. Sigh. really bad feeling. Remembered my previous entry was on personal achievements and it's importance, reading it again is like rubbing salt to an open wound- the sizzling pain, my heart aches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just not good enough and I wonder if I'm really meant for such mediocre life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Success? I'm dubious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-4798644815666931606?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/4798644815666931606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=4798644815666931606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4798644815666931606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4798644815666931606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-6612015659643160397</id><published>2009-04-10T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:50:11.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do not be afraid of growing slowly but worry when you're standing still."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An apt message or rather personal punchline for my BMT phase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As of this week, I've officially completed my PTP phase and will be going on to the BMT phase-where real training will begin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once again, I'm not allowed to disclose my training programme but deep down, just wanna let all of you know ( whoever reads this blog in my non-existent days) that I'm a bit apprehensive knowing that it will be a daunting experience. &lt;/span&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 failed my IPPT. yea loser eh? I'm still a zero fighter for my pull up and I cannot jump,like totally. Honestly, it's really a bad feeling. Everyone is improving, except me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At that very moment,my heart cringed( no exaggeration) and the disappointment just welled up, uncontainable. Like chain reactions, my disappointment will crystallize into negativity and one should never underestimate the power of it- it kills, from inside out. One would become bitter and critical about everything they see and do. sigh. I need some success. Only personal glory can dispel the negativity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Achievement in one's life is of paramount importance- it just spices up your life and cause your self esteem to escalate exponentially. Unfortunately and with must regret, till today, I have not experience such kind of feeling. They say, good things come to those who wait and I'm waiting. I hope IPPT will become one of those glorifying moments :)&lt;/span&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 lighter note, I've received an invitation to the Pre-Admission Reception for the Wee Kim Wee Sch of Mass Comm and Info. :) Mixed feelings I would say- excitement,trepidation...Hope it will turn out fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dickson is incredible. All alone in China. What an opportunity!&lt;/span&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'm shedding weight. yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-6612015659643160397?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/6612015659643160397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=6612015659643160397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6612015659643160397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6612015659643160397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-not-be-afraid-of-growing-slowly-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-834343446745289221</id><published>2009-04-03T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:54:42.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello civilisation.&lt;/span&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;It's been almost 3 weeks since I enlisted and a lot of changes have taken place, physically and emotionally. &lt;/span&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 due to the interest of the nation and the issue of sensitivity, I'm not allowed to blog about anything regarding the Army. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those that have seen me, will know that I'm blacken by the Tekong sun and I'm gonna get darker when more training comes. &lt;/span&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 lost weight. about 4kg. I'm like hovering at 73kg. my target weight is 65kg! so 8 more kg to go! woots!&lt;/span&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/5094681153143329627-834343446745289221?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/834343446745289221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=834343446745289221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/834343446745289221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/834343446745289221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-civilisation.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-5893335058207739388</id><published>2009-03-09T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:37:36.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still can't get over it, seriously. I think it's unfair to me because this time round, I worked extremely hard for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's outrageous to say that Luck was not on my side and it's even more ludicrous ( I actually laughed) to suggest that "I didn't expect you to do so well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my life to be shaped by the opinions of others. I don't wanna be Hot Water in a Cup and to have someone put a sachet of Tea Leaves into me and i become Green Tea ( pardon the inapt metaphor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by good grades, is worst than allowing a rat sleep on my bed, like totally true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel and see that my future is bleak and for once, I believe that not all clouds have sliver linings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob has &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sought&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;some solitude and managed to find some enlightenment. I'm still brooding over it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a capsule, absorbing all the negativity I can find and hopefully I'll explode in Tekong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-5893335058207739388?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/5893335058207739388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=5893335058207739388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5893335058207739388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5893335058207739388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-still-cant-get-over-it-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-8103901607233861051</id><published>2009-03-09T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:00:54.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate people who feels that the ability to memorise and regurgitate is something " i also can"( apologise for the lack of vocabulary)&lt;/span&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;for the very last time. It's a skill. Not every1 can do 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;loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-8103901607233861051?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/8103901607233861051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=8103901607233861051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8103901607233861051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8103901607233861051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-people-who-feels-that-ability-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-924018261321332754</id><published>2009-03-09T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:55:05.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Try : to attempt to do or accomplish&lt;/span&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 world is currently revolving around this word. Try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As simple as it sounds, to try, requires an enormous volmue of faith and courage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trying often means that you do not know of the results and usually involves something that is impossible. Thats why people ask you, to try. &lt;/span&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 somehow feel that Try has a negative connotation.&lt;/span&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;4 days to enlistment :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-924018261321332754?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/924018261321332754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=924018261321332754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/924018261321332754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/924018261321332754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/03/try-to-attempt-to-do-or-accomplish-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-926997945886410399</id><published>2009-03-07T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:25:04.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I go to bed tonight thinking that all that happened today, was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when I open my eyes again, maybe things might change&lt;/span&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;once again, I do not have the power of choice.&lt;/span&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;and once again. I have to be despised.&lt;/span&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;And at the end of the day, I still do not know what went wrong?&lt;/span&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;I thought you said, "good things happen to those who wait?"&lt;/span&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;and sorry. I'm so jealous of your results because mine totally sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-926997945886410399?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/926997945886410399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=926997945886410399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/926997945886410399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/926997945886410399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-go-to-bed-tonight-thinking-that-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-1077217588557303737</id><published>2009-03-05T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:13:27.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think my previous entry was kinda misleading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jacob is my classmate. Jacob Hoo Tun Jiang. He shares affiliation with the Werewolf in Twilight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One more day. 22 hours to be exact.&lt;/span&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;Once in a lifetime. &lt;/span&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;Life changing experience&lt;/span&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/5094681153143329627-1077217588557303737?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/1077217588557303737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=1077217588557303737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1077217588557303737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1077217588557303737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-my-previous-entry-was-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-4476690526120388033</id><published>2009-03-04T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:15:51.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I met a new friend. Jacob, cute name, but not so sure about the person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, here's sth he wrote on his blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[分享] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"星期五就能知道成绩了，心里有些期待，又有些害怕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;总觉得拿了成绩，就会和同学们疏远。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;知道了成绩后，大家都会有自己的目标，自己的理想。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;进兵的进兵，做工的做工，见面的时间一定会便少"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 days left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart is pounding madly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its really very scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-4476690526120388033?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/4476690526120388033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=4476690526120388033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4476690526120388033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4476690526120388033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-met-new-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-6758585771911040156</id><published>2009-03-03T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:48:39.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;woots. I played Wahjong on Viwawa the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was a good day to run, the air is crisp and there is a slight breeze after the thunderstorm.&lt;/span&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 somehow feel I may not do as well as I think I would.&lt;/span&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 A?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-6758585771911040156?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/6758585771911040156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=6758585771911040156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6758585771911040156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6758585771911040156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/03/woots.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-6971315973358237630</id><published>2009-03-02T14:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:51:40.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6th March&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer Junior College&lt;/span&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;My fate ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-6971315973358237630?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/6971315973358237630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=6971315973358237630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6971315973358237630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6971315973358237630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/03/6th-march-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-166178731001848651</id><published>2009-03-02T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:26:52.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've realise that all the pictures uploaded to Blogspot is blurred. As in, there is an obvious drop in quality as compared to the ones viewed in my cam. Any1 knows the problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-166178731001848651?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/166178731001848651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=166178731001848651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/166178731001848651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/166178731001848651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-realise-that-all-pictures-uploaded.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-8276314385539328767</id><published>2009-03-01T23:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:24:33.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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;I'm extremely tired. For the past days, I've been going out and returning only like late at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a 3E'05 gathering. I was taken aback by the turn out, which include long lost ( exaggerating) friends like Yew Wah, Chun Sern, Joel, Hish Ing, Amos, Ting Wei, Ceyu,Jia Hao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had a game of HOMOJALAY and not surprising that they were not at all enticed by the game's description. but well, they were so wrong because I'm sure many had great fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No pictures taken! Guess everyone was trying to catch up with each other and no1 cam-whored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Had a mini un-official farewell party for Dickson, who will be leaving for China and will be away for half a year. We kinda incurred nature's wrath and thus, our swimming plan was cancelled. This steamboat was very interesting because we brought the barang barang from Dickson's house to Mayfair. And our Barang Barang include things like pots, wok, sponge, detergent, knife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my cousins for dinner @ NUSS. According to my cousin, Germaine, NUSS=NUS, in plural form :D Food was fair but the seats are pretty uncomfortable. Went to Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's for dessert and had a mini discussion on teaching methods. I detest powerpoint :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In 5 days time, I'll get back my results :) + :( = :/= that's how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308254073147828898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/Saq09Id_KqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rqBDcKj77v4/s320/P1060114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308254459613389042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/Saq1ToKjoPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/NaNaC8_hs9o/s320/P1060115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308254638799485442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-871204757959900811</id><published>2009-02-27T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:51:58.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It will not work when people are not willingly to make sacrifices. &lt;/span&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;Its actually pretty clear. you know. where people's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;priorities&lt;/span&gt; are. like so obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-871204757959900811?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-2477251464302588379</id><published>2009-02-26T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:25:14.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's a little animal in all of us and maybe that is something to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our animal instinct is what make us seek comfort,warmth,a pack to run with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may feel caged,we may feel trapped but still, as humans we can find ways to feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, each other's keepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the guardians of our own humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though there is a beast inside all of us,what's sets us apart from animals is that we can feel, think and love and against all odds, againts all instincts, we evolve.&lt;/span&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;She said" maybe they don't understand what you go through"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hell right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-2477251464302588379?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/2477251464302588379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=2477251464302588379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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My instructor said I'm too tense and didn't allow me to drive the longer route. Anyway, I'm going to ask my brother to teach me or rather, let me practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Taman jurong road is extremely deserted so I can practice on the road and I intend to do it like in the wee hours =x My brother is a night owl so the timing totally suit him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I'm seriously addicted to Grey's Anatomy. I might exhibit withdrawal symptoms soon,considering the fact that I'm completing Season 4 and Season 5 is only broadcasting in the States and the DVD is not out yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hmmm, next week is RESULTS DAY. woot. classmates! SEE THIS! 8 days!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been pondering about ( or is it on?) my career pathway which directly affects the course I choose to read in Uni. ( erm, I'm trying to stay optimistic about my results, I mean you cannot mug your 2 years away and anticipate poor results right? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Should I become a Teacher? with all due respect to my teachers, teaching is not glamorous, I feel. Having said that, I still can go into the leadership path right? become a principal maybe. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Should I become an Economist and have my name appear on Straits Times? HAHAHA I'll wanna join MAS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Should I become a Pharmacist? design new drugs...Chemical X? and I'll breathe life to my power rangers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306705418184263122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SaU0djKDhdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ya6TMbt0g_w/s320/P1060058.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pink Ranger, or Kimberly, is missing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Should I become a Marine Biologist? and find Loch Ness. woots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I kinda love Acoustic songs. and I feel kinda sucky cause I realise I do not have talents! I cannot sing, dance, play a musical instrument? urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-4679303777036327957?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/4679303777036327957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=4679303777036327957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4679303777036327957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4679303777036327957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-drove-at-40kmh-and-i-almost-wet-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SaU0djKDhdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ya6TMbt0g_w/s72-c/P1060058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-8172622202540718966</id><published>2009-02-24T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:39:04.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had a crazy day in school and Sheep's house ( she's gonna kill 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;AWESOME. full of crap, violence, yay-ness, insidious moves, betrayal.&lt;/span&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 had 3 rounds of HOMO-JAH-LAY. and that lasted like 3 hours?&lt;/span&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 game is physically and mentally challenging. but it's super duper fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tmr is my driving lesson =S and somehow, I'm not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;filled with trepidation. &lt;/span&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 yah. I cannot understand why would a 19-year-old still typed in such manner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's quite unbelievable! its so. 12-year-old. &lt;/span&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 for goodness sake, I don't really know you, and don't speak to me in such condescending tone. It's inappropriate and it reflects your low EQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-8172622202540718966?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/8172622202540718966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=8172622202540718966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8172622202540718966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8172622202540718966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/had-crazy-day-in-school-and-sheeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-8592739953871291733</id><published>2009-02-23T19:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:34:04.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally went to Marina Barrage yesterday! It was supposedly a class outing but it turn what. erm. 10 students in a class. yup Anyhow, we still had fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minyi Yu Hui, Eugene and myself had a hard time trying to fly our kites. There was no wind. no draft. no nothing. But i got to salute gene and Yu hui for their tenacity. * LOL so exaggerating* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but kudos to them lah, under the hot sun and after many attempts of throwing and running. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TJ taught us a game! erm. Initially it was known as HOMOLAGE. but somehow, it was the wrong name. BUT. we had soooo much fun. and the game is extremely addictive! As such, we're meeting again tmr! to play the game! heh ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a terrible day at school today! My Alma Mater is in deep trouble!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305952919626643090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SaKIEXlK9pI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BQ20_Oj85KM/s320/P1060095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305953463691967058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SaKIkCYc-lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_89LtBwkHsg/s320/P1060099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305954103971418338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SaKJJTm-EOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BnKKLd7SMVs/s320/P1060109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My crazy classmates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-8592739953871291733?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/8592739953871291733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=8592739953871291733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8592739953871291733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8592739953871291733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-went-to-marina-barrage.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SaKIEXlK9pI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BQ20_Oj85KM/s72-c/P1060095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-5014303844423155426</id><published>2009-02-21T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:27:09.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm eating maggie mee at 12.25am. urgh. and I've not been running for almost a month. FAT.&lt;/span&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 came across this notion ( someone's msn nick) and he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love isn't there to make us happy, but to test how much we can endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's a load of bull and incredibly pathetic. Sad life isn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-5014303844423155426?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/5014303844423155426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=5014303844423155426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5014303844423155426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5014303844423155426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-eating-maggie-mee-at-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-5200942938487064815</id><published>2009-02-18T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:00:20.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the end of the day, when it comes down to it. all we really want is to be close to somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend we don't care about each other, it is usually a load of bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pick and choose who we wanna remain close to and once we have chosen those people,we tend to stick close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much we hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Familiarity may breed contempt, but sometimes, the invasion of that personal space is really what we need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-5200942938487064815?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/5200942938487064815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=5200942938487064815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5200942938487064815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5200942938487064815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/truth.html' title='the truth'/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-5233675964173099581</id><published>2009-02-18T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:53:23.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seriously seriously. like i don't really like Wan sheng and chin soon ( my ex classmates) and God damn it. I have to see that Chin Soon this coming Sunday. Just too bad. I don't own the Marina Barrage. &lt;/span&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;and seriously, I don't wanna help 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;&lt;/span&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 seriously, you can either be the Chicken or the Pig. The Ham or the Egg.&lt;/span&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;Maybe what they say make absolute sense. Truth hurts. and I just got to have the tenacity to see through 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;It's not like they're going to live with me right? I'm not their " the other half" *ouch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-5233675964173099581?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/5233675964173099581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=5233675964173099581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5233675964173099581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5233675964173099581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-606313354733031876</id><published>2009-02-18T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:41:57.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;useless.&lt;/span&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 the Gym today. err didnt do much. was uncomfortable w new F's around. But it was nice to sweat a little. &lt;/span&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 point is. I took cab home. and this fucking Comfort Taxi driver( an old man) was damn fucking. Actually, he is not very old. but he looks old. He almost killed me. and he didnt apologise. He e-brake leh! and i almost flew out and smashed into the windscreen. and for that. I will have to shoot my own Grey's Anatomy. and he didnt even apologise instead he blamed it on the traffic light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His car plate no is SH7748M and i have lodged a complain. Hopes he loses the job. HAHAHA punishment for reckless driving asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-606313354733031876?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/606313354733031876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=606313354733031876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/606313354733031876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/606313354733031876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/useless.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-1876047728522917558</id><published>2009-02-17T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:20:58.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went back to Coffee Nations 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;It was supposedly an outing of 7. but only 4 turn up. 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;Anyway. so glad to see Pris and Tun Jiang. But Si en..errr. I've been seeing her. almost. like. forever. &lt;/span&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're going to Marina Barrage this sunday!!! yay!&lt;/span&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 run out of F's. &lt;/span&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;3 weeks to Army. Need to hang out more often!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-1876047728522917558?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/1876047728522917558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=1876047728522917558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1876047728522917558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1876047728522917558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/went-back-to-coffee-nations-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-4815772141893776641</id><published>2009-02-16T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:09:37.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seriously. I don't even wanna talk about 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;&lt;/span&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;urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-4815772141893776641?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/4815772141893776641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=4815772141893776641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4815772141893776641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4815772141893776641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-1359227513263139426</id><published>2009-02-16T08:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:39:37.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mum is such a loser,as if I've said. she put down other people's ideas just because she cannot get 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;seriously. she need to get a job and stop being a.... like. really.&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;oh yah, my mum's cousins are in town ( from M'sia) and one of them happens to be 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;Like totally spoil my mood. hope I wont meet them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-1359227513263139426?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/1359227513263139426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=1359227513263139426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1359227513263139426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1359227513263139426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mum-is-such-loseras-if-ive-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-6837564890221886539</id><published>2009-02-15T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:30:00.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a sudden realisation. &lt;/span&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 say it's indulging in self-pity&lt;/span&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 says its too much time&lt;/span&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 think it's pretty clear.&lt;/span&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;awful truth. &lt;/span&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 really looking forward to my 1st Prac lesson. Urgh.&lt;/span&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;Grey's anatomy cast are so cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do u wanna scrub in? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-6837564890221886539?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/6837564890221886539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=6837564890221886539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6837564890221886539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6837564890221886539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/sudden-realisation.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-7708761975517402240</id><published>2009-02-14T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:25:02.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's like a deep well. and you're at the bottom 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;&lt;/span&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;its just another. group of people. it's a myth. superficial.&lt;/span&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;Next week is packed with S11 activities. shld spend more time with each other. 3 weeks to A's results. &lt;/span&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 really dunno who's gonna jump off the building or slash their wrists. 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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4weeks to army and im waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-7708761975517402240?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/7708761975517402240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=7708761975517402240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7708761975517402240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7708761975517402240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-like-deep-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-6720847825889052918</id><published>2009-02-13T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:15:15.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sorry, i just wanna add that my mum is so ass. &lt;/span&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's so evil. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-6720847825889052918?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/6720847825889052918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=6720847825889052918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6720847825889052918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6720847825889052918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-i-just-wanna-add-that-my-mum-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-4482965114456894484</id><published>2009-02-13T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:11:10.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mother likes to act smart and recently found her long lost daughter by the name of Lety ( my maid)&lt;/span&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, she's a maid. not a kin. Urgh. She's treating her as if she's blood-related. Oh cmon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-4482965114456894484?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/4482965114456894484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=4482965114456894484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4482965114456894484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4482965114456894484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mother-likes-to-act-smart-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-6395766226437183280</id><published>2009-02-12T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:38:12.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Visited the dentist just a moment ago. Ouch,to my teeth and pocket. &lt;/span&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 my way home, overheard the conversation of two primary school girls( presumably P5). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl 1 : Should i fold hearts and put it on his table?&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: *obviously jealous* patronised her and said no.&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: why?&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: Maybe you should write a love letter&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: ya hor! but i scared i get caught by my brother and mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl 2: aiya. &lt;/span&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 awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl 1: Eh he reply me already!!!&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: Looks over, oblivious to her friend's excitement or in my opinion, raging hormones.&lt;br /&gt;Then Girl 1 said sth that I didn't catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl 2: But he is in 5B1 leh, EM3 leh! okay lah, i getting off liao. bye&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;Maybe i was deprived. When I was in Primary school, the only thing that was constantly bugging my mind were only two things- 1: how to remove my excessive leg hair. 2: how to smuggle food just before i go for my "recess run" ( we have to run 8 rounds during our recess, yea, for those in TAF club)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gosh. the kids these days, hormones kicking in so early??!! I bet many of them are making out in the stairs or computer lab during their free time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talking about primary school, I really miss the food. I love the steamed Hotdogs *sound so wrong* and nuggets in chilli. WOOTS. But i only have 3 recesses in a week. 2 of which i spent on the field. URGH. &lt;/span&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 i remember those TAF sessions. ewwww. See, it's a sin to be fat.&lt;/span&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, every Wednesday, we have this Teeth brushing activity. that's gross too. brushing ur teeth w/o toothpaste, u can taste all your...errr. more often that not, I'll choke and puke. &lt;/span&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;clique no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-6395766226437183280?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/6395766226437183280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=6395766226437183280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6395766226437183280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6395766226437183280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/visited-dentist-just-moment-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-4190321643471664304</id><published>2009-02-11T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:08:33.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's a serious problem. Tired of trying to be significant in every else's lives and in the midst of all the effort, let the idea of "self-identity" slipped my mind.&lt;/span&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'm fake, all of you are faker. &lt;/span&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;4 weeks to Army. and i'm so looking forward to 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;People come and go. and I don't really give a fucking care. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-4190321643471664304?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/4190321643471664304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=4190321643471664304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4190321643471664304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4190321643471664304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-serious-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-482881625042480871</id><published>2009-02-10T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:28:18.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my eyes are tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Listening to some songs,extremely nostalgic. these are the songs that I listened to during my prep for A's. Those 180 bus ride nights from school back home. murky nights. The fear, excitement. I know I've said this before, but it's more than 2 months 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;If there's no relief tomorrow, I'm going out. getting some sun. staying at home all day is unhealthy. &lt;/span&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 weeks to Army but thankfully( ironically) I'm enlisting with ZR and YY. &lt;/span&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 kinda lose faith in friends that. you know. They just won't understand. Maybe it was one-sided all these while. the clique exist because of obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a lighter note, I'm glad I sent that sms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-482881625042480871?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/482881625042480871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=482881625042480871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/482881625042480871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/482881625042480871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-eyes-are-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-1649778178762304206</id><published>2009-02-09T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:30:11.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;impending doom. &lt;/span&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 what course i should read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know if I can qualify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's unfair. Poly students seem to have an easier route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we studied harder than 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;Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-1649778178762304206?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/1649778178762304206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=1649778178762304206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1649778178762304206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1649778178762304206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/impending-doom.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-8737747213369542335</id><published>2009-02-09T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:15:14.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not contented 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'm reminded of what Theodore said" What a pity it is, that not everyone values the same memories even if they were once shared" I think the notion is so apt in describing my current feelings.&lt;/span&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;Oh, a lonely Valentines. Again. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-8737747213369542335?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/8737747213369542335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=8737747213369542335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8737747213369542335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8737747213369542335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-contented-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-3258125090224348629</id><published>2009-02-08T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:43:53.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly, I feel like I'm 15 yrs old again. the same kind of resentment, self-pity, disappointment,vexed. It's as if all the emotions welled up inside a balloon. &lt;/span&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;I admit to everything. no more acting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-3258125090224348629?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/3258125090224348629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=3258125090224348629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3258125090224348629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3258125090224348629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/suddenly-i-feel-like-im-15-yrs-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-8841162657449185385</id><published>2009-02-06T10:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:48:56.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very Honest Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm willful. the things that people frown upon, I like to be involved. The more they dislike the action, the more insistent I am over 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 think it's more of a " hah, see what I'm capable of" rather than " I really want to do 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 dislike it when people who don't really know me from inside out begin to judge 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;I once said I have a complicated life. and maybe I'm really building this brick wall. to test those who really are sincere abt being friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't your life sad? she asked? &lt;/span&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 thought about it. Am I? or is everything just pretence? to protect oneself? &lt;/span&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 a "strong front" is an appropriate expression. &lt;/span&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;Maybe I'm old enough. Maybe they see us as a separate family. Maybe it's our fault? Maybe I should grow up and leave, to live by myself. Maybe I don't need a family. Maybe I just need money. Maybe seeing others having a blissful family hurts. Maybe seeing others having their other halfs evoked sadness and disappointment. Maybe my life suck. Maybe I made it suck. Maybe I'm dwelling in self-pity. Maybe I really can be happy.Maybe I should stop all the acting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I won't grow old and die just like Benjamin. &lt;/span&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 maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-8841162657449185385?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8841162657449185385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8841162657449185385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-honest-post.html' title='A very Honest Post'/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-5212652636190160566</id><published>2009-02-05T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:13:34.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watched Benjamin Buttons. totally suck. It was so draggy and not enticing enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dickson got his licence! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When can i get mine? &lt;/span&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;I lie to protect myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-5212652636190160566?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/5212652636190160566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=5212652636190160566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5212652636190160566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5212652636190160566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/watched-benjamin-buttons.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-5641970386583267159</id><published>2009-02-04T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:03:04.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, have you finish studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eh, when are you enlisting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, March 13th, currently waiting for results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ohhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I've repeated phrase  3 like for a zillion times. every where i go, people wanna know, what I am doing, when i enlisting ( lalalala)&lt;/span&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 tell them.....the same old answer&lt;/span&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 weeks to army. fuck is the only word i can utter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Experience is what you get when you doesn't get what you wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hardwork is like compound interest in banks, the rewards build faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-5641970386583267159?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/5641970386583267159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=5641970386583267159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5641970386583267159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5641970386583267159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-have-you-finish-studying-eh-when-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-6738877027542089385</id><published>2009-02-01T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:51:10.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Two equally stubborn beings who never heard of conciliation, who don't have the skills to sort things out. Once the silence starts, nobody knows how to break it and it goes on and on, building up, gaining significance in its own rights long after the original disagreement slips out of sight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll fine my footprints in the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-6738877027542089385?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/6738877027542089385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=6738877027542089385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6738877027542089385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6738877027542089385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-equally-stubborn-beings-who-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-1714990895440297310</id><published>2009-01-29T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:24:15.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SYG7oU5-SaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/UQhEg1xCJxw/s1600-h/P1050714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296720938245441954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SYG7oU5-SaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/UQhEg1xCJxw/s320/P1050714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This picture was taken @ Labrador Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at that Golden Retriever. so carefree. you should have seen it's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It so wanna breakaway.&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/5094681153143329627-1714990895440297310?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/1714990895440297310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=1714990895440297310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1714990895440297310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1714990895440297310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-picture-was-taken-labrador-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SYG7oU5-SaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/UQhEg1xCJxw/s72-c/P1050714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-7027605564739254317</id><published>2009-01-29T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:18:13.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was not well brought up. I have lousy parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-7027605564739254317?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/7027605564739254317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=7027605564739254317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7027605564739254317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7027605564739254317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-not-well-brought-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-2916784982124186504</id><published>2009-01-28T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:28:05.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's more than 2 months of holidays already. In about 6 weeks time, I'm going to slog for the Nation. How exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the past 2 months. I did nothing productive. All the goals that I wanted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whilst&lt;/span&gt; preparing for my A's have not materialise yet ( see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; en, this is how you use it). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;urgh&lt;/span&gt;. I just wasted 2 months of my life away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All my Poly friends are busying with their projects. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; classmates( to start with, I don't have many cause I was pretty nasty to everyone. no choice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;survival&lt;/span&gt; of the fittest :D) are working their heads off which I cannot comprehend why. I rarely go out with my Mum nowadays, as she is always hanging out with her husband. And to add on, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have a lot of money now, so there's not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of things we can go without money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Money is almost everything.&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having said that. I sometimes dislike to be around people. like i need the space. shits. maybe i have mild autism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-2916784982124186504?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/2916784982124186504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=2916784982124186504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/2916784982124186504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/2916784982124186504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-more-than-2-months-of-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-3782658068738775346</id><published>2009-01-28T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:06:31.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;the feeling is just not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;it's forced. one sided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna break free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-3782658068738775346?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/3782658068738775346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=3782658068738775346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3782658068738775346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3782658068738775346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-desperate-feeling-is-just-not-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-6345468919201216280</id><published>2009-01-27T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:48:30.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Unique CNY, felt very different. Maybe I've grown out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know it's time to widen the circle and I know I cannot depend on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;you come in second, third,forth,fifth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Roti Prata tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-6345468919201216280?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/6345468919201216280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=6345468919201216280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6345468919201216280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6345468919201216280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/unique-cny-felt-very-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-6561354978653116219</id><published>2009-01-24T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:46:12.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pretence gives you room to get round obstacles without touching them, the space to observe that there are other sides to people, not just the abrasive, challenging attitude that you can't cope with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;"He always thought that there was something enthralling around the next corner but couldn't be bothered to make it far enough to find out"- Jess from The Language of Others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Perhaps the past is comfortable because you know what happened. The uncertainty of the future makes it more alarming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's the way most people are- sometimes okay,sometimes not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I fear chicken pox and my inconsiderate brother decided to move back home- and spread the virus to me. I had a vaccination and was called silly because they say the jab don't really work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're gonna get it, you'll get it. They said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I escaped to my granny's house @ Kallang and she was more than delighted to receive me with open arms ( I exaggerated). Nonetheless, she was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Granny's house has no computer, no Internet access, no SCV. I died. A stay there revealed my over-dependence on technology. I used to live with my Granny, ever since I was a child. At the age of 12, my mum decided to want me back( to her utter horror). Since then, I'll visit my granny once a week or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;These 2 years was exceptional. A'levels were of course, more important than my Granny ( I hear protests). and I think she misses me a lot.HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was determined not to allow the lack of access to Technology crumple my life. So I volunteered to help my Granny make &lt;em&gt;Ngoh Hiang.&lt;/em&gt; Basically, it's minced meat wrapped in bean curd skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;In fact, it's more than minced meat. The filling consists of prawns, chestnut, minced meat, shallots, grated carrot, spring onions and mushroom. The bead curd skin is cleaned and you just have to wrap the fillings with the skin like a popiah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've completed reading The Language of Others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;alrites, got to meet up with the girls! Celebrating TJ's birthday today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-6561354978653116219?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/6561354978653116219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=6561354978653116219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6561354978653116219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6561354978653116219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretence-gives-you-room-to-get-round.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-6411722144792426967</id><published>2009-01-21T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:23:16.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;"There will be no more buts, because you believe in your gut that things are gonna turn out great"-Kitty from the Drama Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel terrible, you know.&lt;/span&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;I miss the drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-6411722144792426967?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/6411722144792426967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=6411722144792426967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6411722144792426967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6411722144792426967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-will-be-no-more-buts-because-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-8698486183323386478</id><published>2009-01-21T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T01:40:12.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes it's easier to butt into other people's lives then deal with our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-8698486183323386478?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/8698486183323386478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=8698486183323386478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8698486183323386478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8698486183323386478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-its-easier-to-butt-into-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-8044831199581108550</id><published>2009-01-20T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:04:25.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can suggest that you visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IRC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; said my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Went for Leslie's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bdae&lt;/span&gt; party! love the steamboat, his mum cooks excellent soup :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Slacked a bit and had a lot of fun discussing about Driving, Deliverance, Family matters :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wished we can have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; party and a sleepover, before I enlist in 7 weeks time ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I'll die in Army cause I'm scared of Ghost, Ants and Rats. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Went home alone today and I felt unhappy and empty albeit the cheers from Mobile TV( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; supporters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Smsed&lt;/span&gt; my friend. same sentiments huh? sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Leslie :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-8044831199581108550?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/8044831199581108550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=8044831199581108550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8044831199581108550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8044831199581108550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-suggest-that-you-visit-irc.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-2877557807484943956</id><published>2009-01-18T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:03:04.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;"It's not a question of deserving.If we're friends, We're friends"-Mary from The Languages of Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;went shopping with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; @ Marina Sq. I didn't buy anything. Nothing seems to catch my attention. Ah, maybe there are hidden reasons, who knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe he is right, what do I know about such matters,issues that involve emotions, love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I sure know a lot about Money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe as his friend, I should support him. "whatever your decision, I'll support you", a cliched notion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;vexed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Put others before self. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; rubbish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Treat others the way you will want to be treated, this too. is meant for the bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-2877557807484943956?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/2877557807484943956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=2877557807484943956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/2877557807484943956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/2877557807484943956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-not-question-of-deserving.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-5676919349473862843</id><published>2009-01-18T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:25:14.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;burp. Just came back from a Feast @ my Uncle's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-5676919349473862843?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/5676919349473862843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=5676919349473862843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5676919349473862843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5676919349473862843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/burp.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-7699091240238239755</id><published>2009-01-17T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:32:28.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;some Church Volunteer keeps coming to my house to do Visitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;The first few times, I was kind enough to chat with them, you know, just entertaining them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then they asked for my number. Well, being EX-brothers in Christ, I gave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then they started calling and sms-ing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, They wanted to come to my house again- to read me the Bible. (i know it's a bit wtf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;They'll share some sermon, read you some text. Urgh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've no time for Jesus right now. actually. Unless you asked him to drop me some money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;or should i go find Guan Yin Ma? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;You see, Jesus and I see things differently. I believed we evolved from monkeys. and I'm definitely on Darwin's side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-7699091240238239755?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/7699091240238239755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=7699091240238239755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7699091240238239755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7699091240238239755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-church-volunteer-keeps-coming-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-3254737669901022561</id><published>2009-01-17T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:19:18.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Life's a wreck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;There's nothing to keep me. you get what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-3254737669901022561?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/3254737669901022561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=3254737669901022561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3254737669901022561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3254737669901022561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/lifes-wreck.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-7481686210507429264</id><published>2009-01-16T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:34:01.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I'm in Army, I'll get $200 monthly. Here's the breakdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;$50- Be filial and give to my Mum&lt;br /&gt;$50- Savings for driving lessons&lt;br /&gt;$20- Transportation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;$30-Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;$50- spare cash, which i think I'll spend on food or save up to buy DSLR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can I have my wage advanced? I kinda need the $ now. like now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-7481686210507429264?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/7481686210507429264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=7481686210507429264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7481686210507429264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7481686210507429264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-im-in-army-ill-get-200-monthly.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-6498763129511599302</id><published>2009-01-16T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:56:49.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;i was shaking. crying for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I told her, I'll wake up at 4.50am, I'll use an hour to revise my macro and micro, at 5.50am, i'll bathe and at 6.50am, I'll leave house for my Econs Paper, and I know it's Paper 1( SBQ+ DRQ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I entered into exam venue and wrote rubbish. I left the exam hall, and realised its Paper 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;The examiners asked the candidates to kill themselves, by drinking a shot that will sear through your organs. I drank, and i died. When i woke up, I saw him. He died, but never woke up. My examiner told me that I got 24/50 for my Paper 1. I quickly text my Tutor, and tell her how dead I was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And then I met her, We were eating Fish and Chips. And she told me I was having a dream and she vanished. I saw him. holding a gun, pointing at me. I shouted NO! and i woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shaking and crying for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Urgh. i think I'm gonna screwed up Econs. shit. Suddenly, I'm so not looking forward to collect my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Going out soon, for some job interview. and maybe do some shopping in Vivo.&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/5094681153143329627-6498763129511599302?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/6498763129511599302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=6498763129511599302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6498763129511599302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/6498763129511599302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-shaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-1463743995355832743</id><published>2009-01-15T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:17:20.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Urgh! I have so many missing books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Please return what you've borrowed from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. 5 people you meet in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. For one more day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Tuesday with Morrie&lt;br /&gt;4. Condor Heroes series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Harry Potter Book 1,2,6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Tipping Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-1463743995355832743?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/1463743995355832743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=1463743995355832743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1463743995355832743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1463743995355832743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/urgh-i-have-so-many-missing-books.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-4379436841315488899</id><published>2009-01-14T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:28:21.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, Friendship is a 2 way thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, Friends don't live up to your expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, Friends may not understand your needs&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, admit it. Their are other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;priorities&lt;/span&gt; in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;You're just another insignificant person. Wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just had a chocolate muffin. *burp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-4379436841315488899?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/4379436841315488899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=4379436841315488899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4379436841315488899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4379436841315488899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-friendship-is-2-way-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-7991169602398977685</id><published>2009-01-14T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:35:08.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; Wanting isn't the same as loving- Emily, from The Pact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just finished reading this amazing book by Jodi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Picoult&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I say it's amazing because it's filled with twists and turns and it brings you on an emotional roller coaster, allowing you to sink into the shoes of the characters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;At the end of the day, even after you put down the book, your mind is still engaged in it. Will Chris be sentenced to jail? Did he really pull the trigger? Was the relationship between Gus and Micheal appropriate-was it more of a physical need than an emotional one? Was Mel being fair to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hartes&lt;/span&gt;? Was Gus being fair to James?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Along the way, I kinda answered all the questions, still, I'm not really convinced that Chris did not pulled the trigger. As much as I don't wish to see him in jail, given the much aches in his family, I still think he killed Emily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And poor Emily, It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; occur to me until the very end- why did she become &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suicidal&lt;/span&gt;. Alas, the truth was there, so real and raw that I think any one of us could have acted like what Emily did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Picoult's&lt;/span&gt; books engages you. locked you down. It questions your beliefs and forces you to think. More often than not, it involves moral and ethics. and then, you're asked to make a decision. Whose side are you on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so gonna get all her books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-7991169602398977685?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/7991169602398977685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=7991169602398977685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7991169602398977685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7991169602398977685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/wanting-isnt-same-as-loving-emily-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-5209967960437519628</id><published>2009-01-13T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:57:24.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Story&lt;br /&gt;A twist of fate was all it took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Leukaemia was the diagnosis made&lt;br /&gt;So began the chemo drugs and hospital stays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Six months treatment or so they said..&lt;br /&gt;But six months come and six months go&lt;br /&gt;The promised sun has yet to shown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;High dependency,surgical and ICU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hospital wards,I've all been to&lt;br /&gt;18 months later, I'm already free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BMT's&lt;/span&gt; over its back to school for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;But what bad thing? the "O" levels are near&lt;br /&gt;How will i do?My dominant fear&lt;br /&gt;The first step's the hardest, they always say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy, were they right, but i took it anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Strived&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;persevered&lt;/span&gt; all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;L1R5 7 at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;This is my story ,every word is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;A little message from me to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pain and despair are not here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Courage and faith will guide your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quoted from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tham&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Leng&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;17 yrs old, Victoria Junior College.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Got this from my previous blog, hope it will be useful to people who come across it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I read all my old posts and I almost went Hysterical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot swallow the fact that i used to type &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LiKe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dIs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aNdzz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wRitE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mY&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;moix&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sIgH&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HaIxxxx&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;aNd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wOrstxx&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;oF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;alll&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;uSed&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hehehexxx&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;My older posts were filled with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; stuff and vulgarities and more often than not, I was cursing my teachers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt;. I better removed the site before any1 else still stumbles upon that blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;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/5094681153143329627-5209967960437519628?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/5209967960437519628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=5209967960437519628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5209967960437519628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5209967960437519628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-story-twist-of-fate-was-all-it-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-3681401847557815265</id><published>2009-01-13T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:11:48.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seriously. I hate Reunion. especially if they have to do it at my house.&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;There's &lt;em&gt;nothing &lt;/em&gt;to Reunion about if at the end of the day, money is still lacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-3681401847557815265?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/3681401847557815265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=3681401847557815265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3681401847557815265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3681401847557815265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-3300364639475584847</id><published>2009-01-12T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:20:05.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone said: Truth hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hit reality, that there's no turning back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;and that's why I'm so upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-3300364639475584847?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/3300364639475584847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=3300364639475584847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3300364639475584847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3300364639475584847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/someone-said-truth-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-140022529703583088</id><published>2009-01-12T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:59:31.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;urgh&lt;/span&gt;. Heart filled with disdain and jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to whine and whine and whine and whine and whine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I dislike the coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; for obvious reasons. I cannot buy NEW clothes, NEW shoes...and i feel so POOR. All i got was a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bed sheet&lt;/span&gt;? like why would i need that? My mum still says, New year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;..need new things. as if she will give me $ to buy new clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm all sore. and I'm so gonna be a wet blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to be childish and let emotions run my life so I'm NOT GOING TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nian&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even if i am, I'll WEAR BLACK AND I"LL WEAR MY OLD CLOTHES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway. all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; interested in is the MONEY. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; said, I'm not really an "auspicious" person and I don't really like to meet people and smile? Lest they give me money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I need MONEY! I've so many material needs to be met! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-140022529703583088?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/140022529703583088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=140022529703583088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/140022529703583088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/140022529703583088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-4291671116736913428</id><published>2009-01-11T19:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:07:34.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;phew, came back from my run! ( to my classmates who are reading this, don't laugh, I know all of you have been doubtful of my commitment to lose weight. Still, I'll prove it to all of you. and someday, we'll compare our thighs and we'll see who's 1 is bigger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway. felt so GOOD! and i saw this J1 from my school while running wtf?! He 's 2nd Keng Siang okay! His face was used to be rounder than my butt, but when i saw him just now!!!!!! I'm so inspired!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And talking about Keng Siang,he's the new idol! He lost 40kg in 2 years! no pills, no medication, no starving,no anorexia. He ran 4.8km every night. Truly, he's a role model to many!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;This morning,met Elite 4 for an outing in Science Centre. Went down to support Mr Darren Tan who was taking part in some Science Busking Competition. I like Mr Tan due to his love for Science. His zeal to teach and imparting Physics knowledge to his students struck me. Unfortunately, JC kids are usually more concern of the end result than the process of learning. His efforts to bring an element of "fun" to lectures is often to no avail. Kids just stare and doze off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Next week is an exciting week. Gonna get a haircut, having reunion dinner( very early huh) gym, more running, more swimming and Ruo Ying is coming back from Japan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;CNY is coming. other than the many Ang pows I'm gonna receive, I'm so not looking forward to it. I'm not really an "auspicious" person. Kind words, i hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-4291671116736913428?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/4291671116736913428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=4291671116736913428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4291671116736913428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/4291671116736913428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/phew-came-back-from-my-run-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-460543139162515826</id><published>2009-01-10T23:27:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:58:42.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Met Derek and TJ for dinner and did some shopping @ IKEA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love going out with my classmates, cause it is always so cheery! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, TJ agreed to put " Chin Soon has a fucking face" as his msn nick ( ahem, pls arh, he agrees to this phrase too and i have NOTHING to do with it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;TJ is very weird, of all my classmates, he is the worst. Reason being- he doesn't have courage. He always bad mouthed CS behind his back * shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;and he is weird because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. After dining at Macs, we were craving for some dessert so we went to some cafe in Anchor Point. As we walked into the Cafe, the cashier asked " Lai, yao chi tian ping mah?" ( actually, i feel its a rhetorical question, its just a sign of acknowledgment and they're not really wanting a reply" But guess what? as soon as the Auntie popped that question, TJ, using his thunderous voice, said YES! and for a moment, I thought the Auntie's eyes almost popped out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;2.  wanted to try TJ's dessert however, while transferring from his bowl to my mouth, i spilled some on his hand. Instinctively, he licked the residue off his hand ( i used instinctively because I wanna sound as if I'm describing an animal) Derek and I rolled our eyes, Puzzled, TJ asked: What, you all never do this meh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. He always have problems pronouncing words like Globet, Atom, Itinerary, Monopoly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;He is the weirdest friend you can ever have but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; I have no choice. His one of my few F's so no matter how weird he is, I'll still have to live by it. Only Death can separate the both of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;On a personal note, I'll like to tell him that there is more than 1 tree in a forest. Keep looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And yah, here are the pictures I've promised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289691380197878386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SWjCSMgj6nI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DJrOySIHVwY/s320/DSC_5159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken @ Labrador Park- The Analeigh Wannabe&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289691852268912770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SWjCtrHEQII/AAAAAAAAAFs/-xe_uucvGLI/s320/DSC_5165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692175915202738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SWjDAgyWuLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oSzy-I9nOro/s320/DSC_5168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692416568742882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SWjDOhSoU-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/gvIUcPNI_1g/s320/DSC_5282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Okay all the pictures are taken by me using the school's DSLR, not very perfect cause I'm afterall still an amateur photographer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289692962307260722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SWjDuSU1QTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/26NvPPeBNI4/s320/IMG_1183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyra Banks Inspired Photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289693440641341314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SWjEKIQkF4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/M6EVxqKQMzY/s320/IMG_1156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289693360660799682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SWjEFeTt4MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4dGmKf4k14I/s320/Me+and+mich.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289693284170804018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SWjEBBXFKzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2XZ-yOZvzFM/s320/IMG_1180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289693210882204290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SWjD8wVt4oI/AAAAAAAAAGU/juvS7MaJmDI/s320/IMG_1176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289693106408202482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SWjD2rJLIPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/J-WFJ0jUDhA/s320/IMG_1140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't seem to upload the pics of me with YM,MICH,VAN and KY shall try again tmr. Thats all for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-460543139162515826?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/460543139162515826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=460543139162515826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/460543139162515826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/460543139162515826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/met-derek-and-tj-for-dinner-and-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SWjCSMgj6nI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DJrOySIHVwY/s72-c/DSC_5159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-1186022817210725237</id><published>2009-01-10T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:14:40.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;the worst thing in my life: being born into the Chan Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;why can't I have that kind of life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Oh-so-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glamorous&lt;/span&gt; days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-1186022817210725237?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/1186022817210725237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=1186022817210725237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1186022817210725237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/1186022817210725237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/worst-thing-in-my-life-being-born-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-733574475379719976</id><published>2009-01-09T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:43:57.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate the National Library! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;They want me to pay my fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was THEIR FAULT for not reminding me to pay up my fines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY SHLD I PAY???!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-733574475379719976?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/733574475379719976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=733574475379719976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/733574475379719976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/733574475379719976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-national-library-they-want-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-531209171395764118</id><published>2009-01-08T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:33:08.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;She said she misses those studying days. So do I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just came home from JYSS SEC 1 Orientation Camp. For those of you who were unaware, I went back to my secondary school to help out- as a photographer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shan't comment too much on the camp itself, because after all, it's really nth much to update about. (get what i mean?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;But, I had some very good time catching up with my teachers. The same questions were asked : when is you enlistment date? How you felt about A's, What course would you like to read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And i met most of my lower secondary teachers- Mr Chong, who taught me History, Mdm Mak and Mrs Ang who taught me Maths, Miss Chua- who taught me Music,Mr Dan Koh- My P.E teacher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;and of course, teachers who accompanied me thru my O's- Mrs Hon, Mrs Yeo, Mr Lim and Ye Lao Shi( though she nv taught me but she ALWAYS very nice to us) Mr Teo and Miss Wong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Some of them say that I'm slimmer! YAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Many teachers left Juying already and the reason was pretty obvious- shall not elaborate much but if any JYSS teachers happen to read my blog, JIAYOU OKAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Had a very long chat with some of the teachers and Mrs Hon never fails to amaze us with more of her stories and theories in Life. And her stories are always so interesting! and there is always something to take away after conversing with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Surprisingly, some of the canteen vendors and juniors still recognise me! Frankly speaking, I cannot rmb all their names, but being NICE- i smiled and chatted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I had some bad blood with some of the teachers and I was NEVER the role model despite being the HEADPREFECT! WOOT! cannot believe it right? But i guess I used to be hot tempered and quick to react and not to mention, emotionally complicated. what a term -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;On a lighter note, I went to Labrador Park today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Did some shots with Ivy and the school's D70 is simply omgguanyinmafuggilingsibeichio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;URGH! I wanna buy the D90!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will upload those pictures,soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;For now, I'm going to bed! getting a haircut tmr too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;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/5094681153143329627-531209171395764118?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/531209171395764118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=531209171395764118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/531209171395764118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/531209171395764118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/she-said-she-misses-those-studying-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-5723099069708636799</id><published>2009-01-06T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:22:38.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;yucks. Little Nyonya will not have a sequel. BOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watched the news and our Acting Minister for Manpower, Minister Gan says that there will be more retrenchment! And this time it will hit the white collar workers! If you're unsure, white collar worker refers to a salaried professional or an educated worker &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; who performs semi-professional office, administrative, and sales coordination tasks. Well, it doesn't really affect me directly, since my mum is not even working at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;However, it only meant that people ( around us) will consume less. And this is true because when there is a loss of jobs= loss of wages=loss of disposable income=fall in purchasing power. And all these will result in a fall in level of Consumption which will lead to a fall in Aggregate Demand and via the Inverse multiplier, National Income falls- EG falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;In addition, a fall in Consumption is often tailed closely by a fall in Investment and as all Econs students know, Investment is an extremely important component in LT EG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;So in the SR and LG, there'll be no EG= GG for everyone. and that includes me. and you, who is reading this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's why, tell your parents- don't fall into the Paradox of Thrift- spend your way out of recession, and this leads me to my second point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tadah! my fantasies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Currently, I owned a DMC FZ 50, don't be mistaken, though it looks somewhat like a DSLR, it's nothing like a DSLR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288183683867283186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SWNnCt_tDvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gp8pkBm09JE/s320/fz50specs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Firstly, it has only 10.1 mega pixels, which is much lesser as compared to any noob DSLR, which have at least 12.1. In addition, its shutter speed and lenses are no where near a DSLR. Oh yah, do you know that every time you open a JPEG file, its quality plunges? so start saving your pics in other formats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And so, in order to spend our way OUT of this economic turmoil. I want to buy the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288184021008213138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SWNnWV8XZJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/J1hPfQ_rddk/s320/Nikon_D90_DSLR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The D90 is a digital single lens reflex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; model announced by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nikon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; in Aug &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. It is a "prosumer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" model (cross between professional and consumer) meant as a replacement for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nikon D80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;yay! I heard Mr Lee wants to buy this camera too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;okay. time to start saving! Because this camera( with relevant kit) cost $1299 and it will cost you another $400 to get the tele or macro lens( which are important). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;lalala. SEE! if my mum got her bonus this year. THIS CAMERA WOULD HAVE ALRDY BEEN MINE!! * whines like a 3 yr old*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;SEE LA SEE LA. angry lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;but i'm gonna save. and till today. i have $10 in my piggy bank * cheers because it's an achievement*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't blame me. Blame the economist who came out with The Paradox of Thrift&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-5723099069708636799?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/5723099069708636799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=5723099069708636799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5723099069708636799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5723099069708636799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/yucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SWNnCt_tDvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gp8pkBm09JE/s72-c/fz50specs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-8857708898165597515</id><published>2009-01-06T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:24:38.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;She asked: Then why are you still so outgoing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought for a moment. I was once emo. I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate him. useless retard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;On a lighter note, went back to school today and the security guard stopped us( me and 712)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncle: Why are you'll in such an attire? ( i was wearing Jeans and Tee)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ????&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: You're only considered an Old Boy ( what a term) until you collect your result?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: WTF? but fake a smile and thank and walk off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Got my $150- 1/3 goes to my mum,1/3 goes to my driving and the last $50- I'll save. so that i can buy a DSLR next Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Got my 8GB memory card, but cannot find my camera's lens hood, which I lost @ Death Railway. The salesman said my camera is a very old model. and i was like -_-" thanks for telling me huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wanted to start my journey of searching for my Identity but I was feeling hungry and dizzy and I do not have enough money to eat lunch and again, I dismissed the idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is how POOR I AM. give me back my glamorous life. please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;whose fault? I think its my mum and that asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-8857708898165597515?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/8857708898165597515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=8857708898165597515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8857708898165597515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/8857708898165597515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/she-asked-then-why-are-you-still-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-7625298100758176368</id><published>2009-01-05T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:34:11.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I weigh 74kg and I stand at 175m( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! I'm taller than a 1.67m &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; in my class, by the name of....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Theoretically&lt;/span&gt;, I'm overweight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, I've decided- I'm gonna lose weight * cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Going into Army in 2 months time and I better get myself into shape( round is not a shape) lest i die in Army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;intend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to lose a hefty 5kg in 2 months- so that I can tell people- I'm 60 plus. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe it's was her fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;But let me warn you, over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; is not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-5611964183495267325</id><published>2009-01-05T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:32:22.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've a fucking useless father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-5611964183495267325?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/5611964183495267325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=5611964183495267325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5611964183495267325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/5611964183495267325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-fucking-useless-father.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-3076745789930233695</id><published>2009-01-04T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:34:54.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe I was not well brought up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I know I have no manners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I know I have no respect for the elderly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I know I do injustice to Mankind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I know I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I know I want everything to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I know Some God once said "what you're going through, is for a reason"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I know no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I cannot figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know it may be such on the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I ain't sure of the intention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And i know I'm gonna get my retribution some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And i Know and I Know, but do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know of my achievements?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know of the moments when I displayed moral courage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know of the times where I erupted with Joy and Laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know of the times when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; I was compassionate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know that I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know that I respect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know my dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know how I've planned my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know that I actually ampathise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know that I love my friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know that I feel empty at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know that I'm like Metapod- waiting for the correct moment, @ lvl 10, where I can evolved into Butterfree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;But do you also know that that's the hardest, because, just like Metapod, Harden is the only skill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-3076745789930233695?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/3076745789930233695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=3076745789930233695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3076745789930233695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3076745789930233695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-i-was-not-well-brought-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-335787252809333107</id><published>2009-01-04T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:14:53.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just got back from Ivy's birthday party @ SP- nice cake ;D and had lots of fun catching up. I prefer small gatherings like this, moreover,YM, KY and Van are my sec sch hang out peeps, so the dinner was enjoyable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And of course, many photo-taking sessions. Will get the photos from Ivy's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually, I wanted to send KY home as it was alrdy late, but i don't know how to ask for her permission, so i dismissed the idea. urgh. I'm so not gallant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;This time, i felt the distance. Maybe, just maybe. could I have been overly sensitive? Or was a line alrdy drawn during that period of absence? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can friendship be one sided?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can relationship be one sided?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm 18 and I should start planning on the next lap of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 18 and I should stop behaving in this unreasonable and obnoxious way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm 18 and I should have.....long ago. Has my time come? I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;At that instant, a shooting star lighted the sky- one which is always dark and mysterious. And I told myself, Hope is always there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S: Hope you have a wonderful evening with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-335787252809333107?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/335787252809333107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=335787252809333107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/335787252809333107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/335787252809333107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-got-back-from-ivys-birthday-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-7880136009156197179</id><published>2009-01-03T20:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:11:23.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm extremely sad. I'm so overwhelmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;- A little too not over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my music player needs a revamp.&lt;/span&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 felt so wrong, It felt so right....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Andrew needs a 8GB memory card &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take me where I've never been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Help me on my feet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Show me that good things,come to those who wait.&lt;/span&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 if anyone can make me fall in love, 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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; is dinner with peeps to celebrate Ivy's birthday- though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a bit&lt;/span&gt; harsh on pocket but i believed its worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;i can spell scissors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad because I'm fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-7880136009156197179?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/7880136009156197179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=7880136009156197179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7880136009156197179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7880136009156197179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-extremely-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-2244912620253060982</id><published>2009-01-02T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:50:34.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day of 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;The year of : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;A'lvl&lt;/span&gt; results + Army= life changing experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Classmates came over my house to have steamboat. yes, steamboat again and We were discussing about Results Day, how on earth are we going to prepare our soul and mind,lest we have a Heart Attack upon seeing the results. One suggested to fly home right after collecting the result slip and only open it at home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; nonsense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;We were also warned that if our results slip shows AAA, keep your mouth shut and pretend that your world is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;collapsing&lt;/span&gt; due to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tremendous&lt;/span&gt; JOY and EXCITEMENT that has erupted from within. Stay calm, and smile to yourself if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;One even say that she ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;opps&lt;/span&gt;) will cry before she get the slip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me? I think i will just ripped open the slip and CRY- whether bad or good results-I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; just weep like Lao Si( or is it Lao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss schooling. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;urgh&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/5094681153143329627-2244912620253060982?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/2244912620253060982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=2244912620253060982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/2244912620253060982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/2244912620253060982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-nd-day-of-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-3607411129978828958</id><published>2008-12-31T09:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:36:31.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! finished watching Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nyonya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ytd&lt;/span&gt; night. The ending was pretty anti-climax and I felt it wasn't wrapped up properly. A lot of other characters were not accounted for, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt; Mei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dao&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zhen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Zhu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;zhu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;But somehow, I'm still quite attached to the drama. It's like many years ago, when I went gaga over The Return of the Condor Heroes,He Ping De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; and Holland V. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot wait for the sequel! I'm sure there will be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;and I miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Xuan&lt;/span&gt; and Crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-3607411129978828958?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/3607411129978828958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=3607411129978828958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3607411129978828958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3607411129978828958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay-finished-watching-little-nyonya-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-3610473455180114265</id><published>2008-12-31T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:42:24.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tmr is the last day of 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;And how has 2008 been for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me bring you down the memory lane (whether you like it or not) of 2008( its a bit sketchy):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;There were additions to 08S11- Derek, Hudah, Jess, Cat and Shawn. And for some UNKNOWN reason, Hudah did'nt made a very good first impression ( as in, upon seeing her name, you get what i mean?) and luckily, I somehow know derek from my Bio classes, but still, we didnt really anticipate their arrival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Somehow, things went well. We got along fine and they were quickly integrated into our 07S11 culture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Had my very first success in Council, where Mrs Tan announced to the whole school that this year's orientation 1 was the BEST of all the 3 years she was in Pioneer. Kudos to the Council. We were praised again and again and people expected O2 to be better. But it didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Had our first very major dispute in Council and I kinda loved every bit of it. Seriously, some people in Council are simple nonsense. It's as if their assholes are fixed at the wrong place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;The first 3 months of 2008 were Counciled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Left church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, came the horror- the impending A's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Had new tutors. some were extremely well liked, while SOME others did not have the same fate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cried in class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Competition was on the rise and true colours were seen. Formed new cliques and that's when we started the habit of gossiping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;My mum lost her job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;More tests and assignments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;More emo talk from Principal, VP, Tutors-some really motivated me, but that didn't last long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Got B for Mother Tongue and that shocked the whole world. B???!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Common Test results were.pretty okay. But i fail maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;June Holidays came and I went to China for some Humanities Trip! Beautiful and enriching experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Mid Years came. screwed up. I failed maths, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thoughts of giving up- going to poly, retain in J1.......but still. I continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Promised to study hard for Prelims. and to pass Maths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;More study sessions. Made many friends that are worth to keep for life. They know who they are ;) be it from the same school, or different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;lost contact with secondary school friends, more misunderstandings, and we grew distant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop going to my grandma's house, no contact with relatives. I went into hibernation and I CLAIMED i was studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;studied. Studying. study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;More session at Macs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Feel in Love with Crush by David.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;More night Studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Feel in love with GP and the teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;More study sessions-in Macs, Lib,school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;prelims came and i failed maths, once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Stressed over maths, Tutor scolded me. i gayly( no such word) broke down. I was at my wits' end. How? how to pass maths in 2 months time? how on Earth will i be able to do that!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Intense study. More night studying session. Misunderstand between classmates. broke into smaller groups. Everyone was our competition, even the best of friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;More intense study session. Put on weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hated GP, grew complacent and i spent lots of time with Maths and Chem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fell in love (more) with Crush by David.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Focused. A's a few weeks away. Late nights in school. the sweat, the oil, the heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Constant encouragement from teachers. Still i had doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;reminisced the "fall asleep while studying feeling" where your pen will "skid" across your paper or your drool on your TYS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship grew and blossomed. We cared for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;A few days left. Stop going to school, cramped the last bit of info into brain. Worried. Cried. Panic. Fear. Faithless. Faithful. Friends. Hope. Joy. Relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;A's came. i marched forward. Did my best for every paper and i still remember the sigh of relief after each paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Close brush with Death. Allowed me to understand and never to take my loved ones for granted. Matured. special mention: Ivy and T.J- I'll never forget. How important they meant to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;A's were over. Flew to America. Had an exhilarating 11 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup, that was pretty much how i spent my 2008 and as you can see, its all about mugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;and if you were to asked...what was the most unforgettable exp, it will definitely be the Death Railway thing. I think that was the breakthrough for me. seriously. Never to take people for granted and to appreciate you loved ones when possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;how will 2009 be like? I ain't sure but anyhow, I'll marched forward with an iron will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;What come may, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-3610473455180114265?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/3610473455180114265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=3610473455180114265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3610473455180114265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3610473455180114265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2008/12/tmr-is-last-day-of-2008-and-how-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-7337306751162047099</id><published>2008-12-30T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:00:58.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm angry with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to be a good boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;why? why do people insist that I'm spendthrift? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do people insist that I'm rude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do people insist that I'm a spoilt brat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do people insist that I'll get my karma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe there is some truth in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I'm not angry, maybe I'm perplexed or perhaps agonised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm still looking for the day where people will look beyond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Beyond the superficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Beyond the portrayal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Beyond the obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;and look deep within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;when will the day come? I'm waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-7337306751162047099?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/7337306751162047099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=7337306751162047099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7337306751162047099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7337306751162047099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-angry-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-3938177358716016275</id><published>2008-12-30T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:54:04.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Xin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ku&lt;/span&gt;- the new-est all encompassing IN word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pax&lt;/span&gt; steamboat but we bought food for 60 people and exceed the budget. sorry guys. This is my FIRST time planning and I'm as green and as horny as a cow ( green horn, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cnt&lt;/span&gt; account for the cow).I assumed everyone is a glutton. I'm sorry. I'll not plan anything from now onwards. Good luck! *no tinge of sarcasm intended*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, we had fun, and I really want to mention &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ciau&lt;/span&gt; Er, for keeping to her promise.&lt;br /&gt;and to Shirley, we'll be anticipating your return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, they forced me to gossip. and that's ALWAYS the BEST part of ANY outing. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much left over food, we're gonna have a meet up at my house this coming Friday! Looking forward to it. The smaller the group, the better! I'm not really into large gatherings. And maybe that's why i don't have a lot of F's. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; is gonna be the last day of 2008!&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/5094681153143329627-3938177358716016275?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/3938177358716016275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=3938177358716016275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3938177358716016275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/3938177358716016275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2008/12/xin-ku-new-est-all-encompassing-in-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-1365606984240404872</id><published>2008-12-30T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:40:36.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;i want it so badly yet where's the courage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;when can i see you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-1365606984240404872?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/1365606984240404872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=1365606984240404872' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;you pissed me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;your tone. your know it all attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-7747435028926576643?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/7747435028926576643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5094681153143329627&amp;postID=7747435028926576643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7747435028926576643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5094681153143329627/posts/default/7747435028926576643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-pissed-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Darkcher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02158672458722129346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kk-6yCuHQOs/SVDdo4o7gUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4MNXrbYlwxg/S220/10012008412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094681153143329627.post-2871247308349801340</id><published>2008-12-29T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:56:20.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;everyone thinks I'm a spoilt brat because I'm jobless now and is getting allowance from my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;You think that I'm too pampered and treat my parents as ATM machines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;You think I'm being unreasonable and all duke-like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Still, I insist on staying at home. shake leg and stretch my hand to ask for $ despite my family's current financial issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna be rich one day. and when that day comes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; throw money at your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094681153143329627-2871247308349801340?l=reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscing-the-future.blogspot.com/feeds/2871247308349801340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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