<?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-17586276</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:12:04.105+08:00</updated><category term='Toradora episode 16'/><title type='text'>JQ's blog thingy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-7562178512569391459</id><published>2009-07-26T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:37:12.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired out</title><content type='html'>Ns is just draining my energy away. Lazy to post, lazy to fix my stuff, lazy to finish what I have not completed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-7562178512569391459?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7562178512569391459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=7562178512569391459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7562178512569391459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7562178512569391459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired-out.html' title='Tired out'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-262172514957547394</id><published>2009-06-11T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:49:13.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>Pop stands for passing out parade. How many time must ppl ask meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes its over since u all ask me so late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-262172514957547394?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/262172514957547394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=262172514957547394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/262172514957547394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/262172514957547394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-4079107340576781428</id><published>2009-05-31T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:44:33.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP SOOONNNNNNNNNN</title><content type='html'>Yay pop on 10th june wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who want to come just leave message on cbox. Wee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-4079107340576781428?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4079107340576781428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=4079107340576781428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4079107340576781428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4079107340576781428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/05/pop-sooonnnnnnnnnn.html' title='POP SOOONNNNNNNNNN'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-1018186031335871252</id><published>2009-04-14T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:22:15.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Army time</title><content type='html'>Its time to enlist in the army so here is a list to remind me what I need to do when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study, play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PY&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CY's&lt;/span&gt; bag, pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LQ&lt;/span&gt; $10 too.&lt;br /&gt;Check for episodes 3 &amp;amp; 4 of K-On &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FMA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Study some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so its time to enter the army and I won't be around for 2-3 weeks. No gaming, no going out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fwens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3, class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cbox&lt;/span&gt;. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to army but not looking forward to studying during army period for A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lvls&lt;/span&gt;. Its going to be fucking difficult and irritating to study at the same time. I hope army is going to be fun, by that I mean I don't get shitty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; in same the company, platoon and/or bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I should get more muscles when I come out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; something good at least. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-1018186031335871252?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1018186031335871252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=1018186031335871252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1018186031335871252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1018186031335871252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/04/army-time.html' title='Army time'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-3435387740734558514</id><published>2009-03-31T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:18:04.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGWTFBBQQBQBQBQBQ</title><content type='html'>Carrying the bike is more tiring than actually cycling says:&lt;br /&gt;I BET U LIKE HER JUST BECAUSE SHE FLASH HER CHICK PANTIES&lt;br /&gt;isaac - half dead. finally back home x_x says:&lt;br /&gt;THEN SLEEP I THINK&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the bike is more tiring than actually cycling says:&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP THINK OF WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;isaac - half dead. finally back home x_x says:&lt;br /&gt;CHICK PANTIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dumped Jasmine tye just for this. Salute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chick panties are from the movie:  Detroit Metal City which can suck balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, watch DMC's anime. Its way superior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-3435387740734558514?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3435387740734558514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=3435387740734558514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3435387740734558514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3435387740734558514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/omgwtfbbqqbqbqbqbq.html' title='OMGWTFBBQQBQBQBQBQ'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-5499114842298916263</id><published>2009-03-15T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:02:12.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denial</title><content type='html'>Denial is a defense mechanism in which a person is faced with a fact that is too painful to accept and rejects it instead, insisting that it is not true despite what may be overwhelming evidence. The subject may deny the reality of the unpleasant fact altogether, admit the fact but deny its seriousness or admit both the fact and seriousness but deny responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theory of denial was first researched seriously by Anna Freud. She classified denial as a mechanism of the immature mind, because it conflicts with the ability to learn from and cope with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making another fucking long post so I would just take 1 paragraph from the website while the rest can be read on your own at the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Types of Denial&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denial of fact: This form of denial is where someone avoids a fact by lying. This lying can take the form of an outright falsehood (commission), leaving out certain details in order to tailor a story (omission), or by falsely agreeing to something (assent, also referred to as "yesing" behavior). Someone who is in denial of fact is typically using lies in order to avoid facts that they think may be potentially painful to themselves or others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encyclopedia.thefreedictionary.com/denial"&gt;http://encyclopedia.thefreedictionary.com/denial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, thats all to it. I kind of delayed this post for a fucking long time because I bookedmarked the webpage and kind of forgotten about it until now. I don't exactly remember the details of why I wanted to blog about this but I hope the message gets out to whomever I intended it to be for and also to those who feel that this message applies to them or may help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For once I have a post that is not directed at myself but at others whom I feel should be reading this. Hopefully I can stop looking at the faults of myself and others and instead see the good in all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-5499114842298916263?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5499114842298916263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=5499114842298916263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5499114842298916263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5499114842298916263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/denial.html' title='Denial'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-2511144278215050280</id><published>2009-03-12T14:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:03:04.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First things first</title><content type='html'>A lvl results came back and I hadn't done so good. Okay, its actually really crappy grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Paper : E&lt;br /&gt;H1 Economics : B&lt;br /&gt;H2 Maths : E&lt;br /&gt;H2 Chemistry : D&lt;br /&gt;H2 Physics: C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically to those who don't know how to interpret the grading system, this results mean I am qualified to be a road sweeper and have a &lt; 30% chance of getting into a Uni or maybe much lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By fooling around and not really putting effort into studying last year, I have basically screwed up my year of 2009. First of all I still need to go into the army, apply for uni courses which probably will not accept me so easily and I still have a high chance I need to retake my A levels during NS too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it wouldn't be so bad this year but then I realised I have already screwed up my army career, my EXTREMELY SHORT relaxation time when I'm in the army and a long term goal which has come so close to me recently but I still need to throw it away, if I still needed to retake my A levels.&lt;br /&gt;Reason for screwing up army career: If I do need to study for A levels, I will have to ask my supervisor to put me to those slack vocations so that I would have time to study, this will make me ineligible for Officer Cadet School or other good vocations. THISFUCKINGSUCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to do about this goal of mine anymore. My goal would be impossible to pursue during my NS life + a probable A lvl retake. Maybe in the future I might look back and tell myself "it was good to have waited, for you have gotten something better by waiting" But then I wouldn't know if that might happen in the future and this makes me feel so fed up and quite at a loss regarding this goal. I probably would have taken a step forward in the near future if I actually did better for my A levels, but now I have to force myself to stop and it really sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-2511144278215050280?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2511144278215050280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=2511144278215050280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2511144278215050280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2511144278215050280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-things-first.html' title='First things first'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-1885506405976864166</id><published>2009-02-26T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:34:44.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets see</title><content type='html'>I have been doing so much crap this month, I don't really know where to start. Lets see, I'm working now 8 hrs a day, I baked my first cake/cookie/stone tablet with friends (andrew &amp;amp; yu xian) and I can't remember stuff anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office work is horribly boring, all I do is photocopy passports, type numbers in the computer, raid the pantry for coffee and water and an occasional 2 min nap. I can't even tell what I like about this work other than the free coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence I have a new motto and that is to not get fired as I seem very lazy to the other workers. This should be mainly because I take long toilet breaks, am burden on their coffee reserves and finish my work so fast that whenever people walk past my desk, I'm usually idling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So um, when is it actually going to be my turn? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or am I going to be last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-1885506405976864166?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1885506405976864166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=1885506405976864166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1885506405976864166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1885506405976864166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-see.html' title='Lets see'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-7761863243319513385</id><published>2009-02-23T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:14:04.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at work</title><content type='html'>"Eh outside got heavy showers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Michael phelps what"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-7761863243319513385?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7761863243319513385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=7761863243319513385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7761863243319513385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7761863243319513385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-at-work.html' title='A day at work'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-6828078477544892525</id><published>2009-02-10T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:21:50.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another HD failure</title><content type='html'>-_- There goes nearly all my songs, movies, games and anime. Massive download time again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-6828078477544892525?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6828078477544892525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=6828078477544892525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6828078477544892525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6828078477544892525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/02/yet-another-hd-failure.html' title='Yet another HD failure'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-7111322072847231681</id><published>2009-02-04T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:16:01.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I feel like punishing myself</title><content type='html'>So many things I ought to do and I haven't done a single thing. I remember I told myself to be more hardworking and truth to be told, I'm still a bum drifting in school. Doing a proper calculation, I have probably only studied for a total of 7 days, 168 hours this year alone. I wonder how do other people study so consistently when its all probably a waste, but then that's how I view studying consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even find the reason to care about myself and yet I'm angry with myself for not being able to care about other things. I should get stuff done soon and stop only thinking about them. Maybe I should actually stop waiting for opportunities to come and make them myself instead, so many times wasted these opportunities. Fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and LQ since you got the donut question right, you may pick anything for me to blog about. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-7111322072847231681?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7111322072847231681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=7111322072847231681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7111322072847231681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7111322072847231681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-i-feel-like-punishing-myself.html' title='Sometimes I feel like punishing myself'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-3182736345954106005</id><published>2009-02-03T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T01:39:27.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo time is now</title><content type='html'>I have seen so many events unfolding around me, friends of mine have gotten what they want, this is because they have worked for it. Yet, I am unhappy that I had not achieved what I wanted. Maybe I should'nt feel this way, especially when I hadn't really worked hard for it, let alone even start trying to. Maybe its because of a feeling that I have that it would not succeed? Maybe thats how I have failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see yet another friend who is trying his best, yet I thought nothing much of it. Now that I think about it, he should be thinking I suck. Ah well, I really do have to get started if not I'll be some old faggot soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this quite a long time ago when I was really feeling down and I stumbled upon it today, so I decided that I might as well post it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-3182736345954106005?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3182736345954106005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=3182736345954106005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3182736345954106005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3182736345954106005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/02/emo-time-is-now.html' title='Emo time is now'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-4596190569222163793</id><published>2009-01-29T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T03:36:00.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omedeto Gozaimas Choon yee</title><content type='html'>Congratulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bet we made in 2007 and it has been fufilled in 2009. You owe us a treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-4596190569222163793?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4596190569222163793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=4596190569222163793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4596190569222163793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4596190569222163793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/01/omedeto-gozaimas-choon-yee.html' title='Omedeto Gozaimas Choon yee'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-1400800274917138418</id><published>2009-01-24T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:20:15.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new reason to actually tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. How can 5 people divide 5 donuts so that each gets one donut and have one donut left on the plate?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone must eat one donut each&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Correct answers decide what I should blog next whether I like it or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LQ: 1 of them is a pregnant woman that why got 5, she eat 1 donut = for 2 person so got one left =x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yay i accept this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually it was just that 4 people eat a donut each hence 1 donut is left, then the 5th person eats the last donut and hence everyone has eaten 1 donut each.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-1400800274917138418?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1400800274917138418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=1400800274917138418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1400800274917138418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1400800274917138418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-reason-to-actually-tag.html' title='A new reason to actually tag'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-4589109650840406437</id><published>2009-01-24T03:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:07:09.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toradora episode 16'/><title type='text'>Every episode of</title><content type='html'>Toradora just gets better and better. Fucking awesome series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-4589109650840406437?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4589109650840406437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=4589109650840406437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4589109650840406437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4589109650840406437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/01/every-episode-of.html' title='Every episode of'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8662997549879825922</id><published>2009-01-23T02:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T02:41:15.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Cny</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm sort of out of a job since there seems to be no more flyers to give out and they don't have a permanent position for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm just staying at home and rotting and wasting my time. Might find a new job, might not. Nothing to blog about except just to tell you all that I haven't forgotten about this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Oh come on, you just have to be kidding right? So blind I was, took me long enough to figure out truly what that was, nothing at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8662997549879825922?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8662997549879825922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8662997549879825922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8662997549879825922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8662997549879825922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/01/pre-cny.html' title='Pre-Cny'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-6685926725422562725</id><published>2009-01-12T00:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:50:10.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CY blog quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="2" cellpadding="10" border="0"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=123471" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What Animal are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hyena&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a hyena. You have great stamina and work well together with others. You usually vocalize your thoughts and feelings, and are very intelligent. You're bold and tend to go with the flow, fearlessly wondering what's ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=123471" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" src="http://www.youthink.com/images_quiz/2009/01/01/full_272242735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=123471" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Because I'm bored&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey I'm giving out flyers at raffles place, outside the MRT station surface level. 12pm-2.30pm on nearly all weekdays. Message if you happen to be nearby and want to visit, cause trouble or whatever. Please come and take as many as you can and pass them to your relatives who might be interested. The shop I'm working for does both buying and selling. :) Come take my flyer if you want to know more&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-6685926725422562725?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6685926725422562725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=6685926725422562725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6685926725422562725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6685926725422562725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/01/cy-blog-quiz.html' title='CY blog quiz'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-9194202129602384401</id><published>2009-01-07T23:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:11:28.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I forget</title><content type='html'>I shall put down all the quotes flying around in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting up different faces around people, thats what makes you really human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity has the holy trinity just as Singapore has the Father, the Son, and the Holy Goh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SWTPkZ17atI/AAAAAAAAANA/-JiLCrsUTuE/s1600-h/relationship+demotivation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288580086759123666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SWTPkZ17atI/AAAAAAAAANA/-JiLCrsUTuE/s320/relationship+demotivation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SWTTttcVuiI/AAAAAAAAANI/8Cafo_YCvYM/s1600-h/1227546058745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288584644685838882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SWTTttcVuiI/AAAAAAAAANI/8Cafo_YCvYM/s320/1227546058745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-9194202129602384401?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/9194202129602384401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=9194202129602384401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/9194202129602384401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/9194202129602384401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/01/before-i-forget.html' title='Before I forget'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SWTPkZ17atI/AAAAAAAAANA/-JiLCrsUTuE/s72-c/relationship+demotivation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-5134367849900681533</id><published>2009-01-02T01:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:16:49.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year</title><content type='html'>Bye 2008, hello 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes 2008, there were some memorable stuff and some other stuff that's better off forgotten. Yay, I actually failed to achieve my goals again for the 4th year in a row. -_-&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if 2009 is going to be better, it better be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff in 2008 worth mentioning:&lt;br /&gt;Finally out of Innova, really hate that school but not the people. So bloody far, sucky management and FOOD NOT WORTH MENTIONING AT ALL, maybe except for that noodle stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more others, too lazy to list though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad stuff of 2008&lt;br /&gt;Watched someone turn homosexual(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;probably)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I blame the men who give guys a bad name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much else. I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So it was that smile all along, now that I think about it, it really was just that smile. It brightens up my mood and yet crashes my mood. Like a bird, it can't be caged lest it loses its freedom, set free and it may hurt itself. So damn hard to get and yet so easy. I fucking fail, can't even start something so simple. I can't believe I lost against time, while some unexpected people didn't but then again, its not something to hate them for but to wish them luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-5134367849900681533?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5134367849900681533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=5134367849900681533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5134367849900681533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5134367849900681533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-5376706657631850423</id><published>2008-12-22T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:55:47.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got lazy so I didn't post. See you all next year then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-5376706657631850423?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5376706657631850423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=5376706657631850423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5376706657631850423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5376706657631850423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-got-lazy-so-i-didnt-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-4285013190711930111</id><published>2008-12-19T00:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:34:41.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on my holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning: This post has unknowingly grown to a larger length than usual due to side tracking and long winded-ness. Apologies to you people who can't stand long posts, besides WHEN HAVE MY POSTS EVER BEEN SHORT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday should be 1 of the longest I ever had, its going to end on 14th April when I go into the Army. Then during the Christmas season I will be going to Malaysia as usual to spend my Christmas visiting relatives from the 22nd to the 30th of December 2008. I will NOT buy stuff for you people as USUAL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current run down of my schedule and when you people can expect me to be free or not, hold JQ IS OUT OF SINGAPORE PARTIES, outings which don't involve me, field soccer which I will miss. Fuck :( Always go on wrong dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Free dates&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Today 19 December until 21st December.&lt;br /&gt;2) After 30th when I come back from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;So basically that makes me only free on the 1st of Jan onwards. Looking for work so probably still might not be very free. So basically that's the rundown for my current holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have been rotting away for so long in front of the computer that I think that my eyes will start complaining if they could. Been surfing YouTube, &lt;a href="http://encyclopediadramatica.com/Main_Page"&gt;ED&lt;/a&gt; , a few rage threads in /b/, playing games, watching anime, etc. Standard rotting activities&lt;br /&gt;Games played: Fallout 3, Far Cry 2,Dead Space.&lt;br /&gt;Playing: Stalker: Clear sky, Stalker: Shadow of Chernobyl, Dungeon runners&lt;br /&gt;Animes following (After A levels): Kannagi, To Aru Majutsu no Index, Toradora, Hyakko&lt;br /&gt;Animes followed (Before A levels): Code Geass season 2, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann&lt;br /&gt;Anime Movies: The girl who leapt through time (Toki wo Kakeru Shoujo) , 5 Centimetres per second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first movie was pretty awesome, its awesome because it nearly moved me to tears. This kind of things rarely happen to me because I'm pretty awesome. =) Anyway seriously speaking its not really easy to get me moved. The movie itself is not really those kind of generalised and stereotyped anime movies where you get super cliched love stories, plot holes and generally kiddy stories. This one is special, nice and it also redirects your focus towards things in life you take for granted and need to treasure, Time. Watch it, its definitely worth your time. Available to order from me, only burnt on DVDS. Cheap, 500 dollahs only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really going to blog that descent into /b/ YET because I got probably better stuff to blog than that and besides, just reading ED (link above) will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here starts the &lt;strong&gt;PROPER&lt;/strong&gt; blog post. I'm a long winded blogger, somehow posts always end up longer than I expect them to be. I have been watching anime, gaming, surfing the internet, reading articles &amp;amp; threads, gathering information for my so called "human behaviour studies" which I think is going to be a lifelong research project of mine which I will not apply effectively to my life until I stop being a fag and wake up. During all of that I have rather raged a whole lot, mainly because I somehow find myself on the losing end, HOPEFULLY THAT'S JUST WHAT I THINK AND ITS NOT WHAT IT REALLY IS, sometimes I think I try too fucking hard to get what I want. Then when I tell myself that, I decide to relax my actions, plans, ideals and what happens next? The best chance/opportunity/time crawls past me so slowly and yet I cannot catch up and grab it, either that or I get a mind block and forget what I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was just laughing at another person's fuck-up not too long ago and then I realised one thing. My school life is probably near its end, at most few more years of UNI and poof then I'm chucked into the working world. Its nearly all gone and yet that person I laughed at probably has a long road ahead of him to commit more fuck-ups. That makes me want to rage, I haven't really been living my school life to the fullest, always cruising through slacking and rotting infront of the computer, not really giving my fullest to anything, just gaming, gaming and gaming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of which, I talked about how we should all treasure "Time". My youth days are soon running out. FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK. Fuck you JQ. Fuck you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUqGqau6giI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z0GnRIULjrs/s1600-h/rage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281181576334049826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUqGqau6giI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z0GnRIULjrs/s200/rage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUqFFF_3ZgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7DvnhHbpyBc/s1600-h/1217901443950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281179835601217026" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUqFFF_3ZgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7DvnhHbpyBc/s200/1217901443950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This has been how I've been feeling these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;If you've seen these somewhere before, You probably don't really need to read any of my future posts about /b/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be my 2nd last post before I leave for Malaysia, so here's something to remind me of what I need to blog about next. Sentosa 07S1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-4285013190711930111?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4285013190711930111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=4285013190711930111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4285013190711930111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4285013190711930111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-on-my-holidays.html' title='Update on my holidays'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUqGqau6giI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z0GnRIULjrs/s72-c/rage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8378844053399540261</id><published>2008-12-13T00:39:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:37:45.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long holidays make me lazy</title><content type='html'>Previous post looked biased because I only put up 1 friend. Hence, I shall balance it by puting up the rest of my awesome friends in random order :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTkKF3E8vI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4tLhj_r3TqU/s1600-h/n527363646_1186587_2554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279595525208077042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTkKF3E8vI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4tLhj_r3TqU/s200/n527363646_1186587_2554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTkKJt5ApI/AAAAAAAAAKA/05QbjiUHz1E/s1600-h/n527363646_1186582_1863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279595526243287698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTkKJt5ApI/AAAAAAAAAKA/05QbjiUHz1E/s200/n527363646_1186582_1863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUToTquWBLI/AAAAAAAAALw/jm4x8yKJOcw/s1600-h/SANY0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279600087768892594" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUToTquWBLI/AAAAAAAAALw/jm4x8yKJOcw/s200/SANY0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUToTBXoWTI/AAAAAAAAALo/r4XhmLUVq2s/s1600-h/SANY0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279600076667771186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUToTBXoWTI/AAAAAAAAALo/r4XhmLUVq2s/s200/SANY0276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jia Hao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUToSiKBGLI/AAAAAAAAALg/g93RX0GtQTA/s1600-h/SANY0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279600068289173682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUToSiKBGLI/AAAAAAAAALg/g93RX0GtQTA/s200/SANY0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Khalil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUToSJCdLYI/AAAAAAAAALY/3_DAYhEtCw4/s1600-h/SANY0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279600061546573186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUToSJCdLYI/AAAAAAAAALY/3_DAYhEtCw4/s200/SANY0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meng Chin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTlqIapxDI/AAAAAAAAALI/tk1LXBr5aE8/s1600-h/SANY0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279597175161603122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTlqIapxDI/AAAAAAAAALI/tk1LXBr5aE8/s200/SANY0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zhi Lun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTlpxL0OrI/AAAAAAAAALA/iVEeTa_0Df0/s1600-h/SANY0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279597168925358770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTlpxL0OrI/AAAAAAAAALA/iVEeTa_0Df0/s200/SANY0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wai Kit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTlpCwQ16I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_iYBx6kYAGk/s1600-h/SANY0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279597156461762466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTlpCwQ16I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_iYBx6kYAGk/s200/SANY0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTlopYIaQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/uQsIzBReCYE/s1600-h/SANY0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279597149649660162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTlopYIaQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/uQsIzBReCYE/s200/SANY0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTkUklloeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zSvRGIbmZtE/s1600-h/n801978274_1672496_9270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279595705254912482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTkUklloeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zSvRGIbmZtE/s200/n801978274_1672496_9270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yu Xian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTtD9OsOAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VSvqsmcrApA/s1600-h/SANY0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279605315416635394" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTtD9OsOAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VSvqsmcrApA/s200/SANY0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTsqFqrX6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/6JKQNup2BvQ/s1600-h/SANY0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279604871004905378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTsqFqrX6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/6JKQNup2BvQ/s200/SANY0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTvIFD8hjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kT5IEpCYeZY/s1600-h/n527363646_1186616_9438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279607585261782578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTvIFD8hjI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kT5IEpCYeZY/s200/n527363646_1186616_9438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279607582876892562" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTvH8LV_ZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Q1hebSq7rHY/s200/n527363646_1186569_6429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTvIFSB_vI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eIg_kbkxSj8/s1600-h/n527363646_1186592_3460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279607585320861426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTvIFSB_vI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eIg_kbkxSj8/s200/n527363646_1186592_3460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;MY DOG&lt;/s&gt; Chandru &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure I might have forgot some people so theres the tagboard to remind me if I forgot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTkJaOSm_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/o2MCBn8gHrs/s1600-h/n527363646_1186560_6970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279595513494281202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTkJaOSm_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/o2MCBn8gHrs/s200/n527363646_1186560_6970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Centre of attraction :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTkKd3k1AI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/emhvtqOpXhE/s1600-h/n527363646_1186689_95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279595531652617218" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTkKd3k1AI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/emhvtqOpXhE/s200/n527363646_1186689_95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUToUGc1E_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ngMGVNmEBTE/s1600-h/SANY0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279600095211623410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUToUGc1E_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/ngMGVNmEBTE/s200/SANY0280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTkJgbEi_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9pdBPlbm8aU/s1600-h/n527363646_1186562_7450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279595515158498290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTkJgbEi_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9pdBPlbm8aU/s200/n527363646_1186562_7450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hiring, banglas have special rates 0.001 Cents per hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTkUPgEopI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ns8kG12FCis/s1600-h/n527363646_1186691_5829.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8378844053399540261?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8378844053399540261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8378844053399540261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8378844053399540261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8378844053399540261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-holidays-make-me-lazy.html' title='Long holidays make me lazy'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SUTkKF3E8vI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4tLhj_r3TqU/s72-c/n527363646_1186587_2554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-4253731936820451252</id><published>2008-12-03T20:23:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:29:45.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innova Grad night</title><content type='html'>Grad night was at Hilton Singapore, short walk from Orchard MRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I felt their service was bad, firstly they use the novice waiters whom did not seem like they were trained. Hotel no money to train waiters? Who the hell serves soup and spills quite a bit of it with every scoop, I serve better pls. Next, they chased ppl out of the ballroom fucking fast. Prom ended and then 5+ mins later, "Please leave the ballroom". WTFkthx ppl want stay around to take photo and only give them about 5 mins? -_- BALLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, starting from the beginning, I met up with Andrew around 5 and we took a cab there. Reached the hotel at 5.30 when it was supposed to start at 7pm. I think it had nothing to do with someone being kanchoing and want to meet girlfriend early. So we camped at Mcdonalds until 6.30 when everyone else arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/STfpr3-cIYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QBYZDeTbOFw/s1600-h/SANY0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275942428457312642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/STfpr3-cIYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QBYZDeTbOFw/s200/SANY0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and mah good friend Andrew, kanchoing freak :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme for this prom was Jamais Fleur, something about blossoming flowers. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh googling the theme name will most definately find myself some other Innova bloggers.&lt;/span&gt; Almost everyone don't like or care for the theme and so basically there wasn't really any flowers for the guys or girls except a few. Even 1 guy dress up as a Jedi, fucking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres the prom activities, the BARE minimum for a prom for it not to utterly fail. There was off course dinner followed by table games &amp;amp; performances by some juniors and some from the current batch. The band performances were nice background noise that no one cared about, the comedy act was rather bland and basically it would have probably made no difference if there was even a performance at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My table was served Malay food, the food was quite ok la but there wasn't anything outstanding about it. Seriously, a hotel should have higher standards, I could eat the same kind of food elsewhere at cheaper rates. AT LEAST IT WAS BETTER THAN EVSS PROM NIGHT FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky draw was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FREAKING AWESOME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for 2 minutes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First prize was a Xbox 360&lt;br /&gt;2nd : Ipod something&lt;br /&gt;3rd: i didnt give a fuck so i cant remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the lucky draw -&gt; JQ: I smell win in my ticket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC: So now we will be announcing the number for the first prize&lt;br /&gt;MC: ZERO&lt;br /&gt;My table: WOOOWOOOWOOOWOOOHYAYYAYYAYYIDSOJFODSAFJOSDJF&lt;br /&gt;MC: TWO&lt;br /&gt;My table: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG&lt;br /&gt;MC: NINE&lt;br /&gt;JQ: YEEESAHHHHHHHHH I WIN&lt;br /&gt;My table and the opposite table were cheering like mad lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up there to find out it was only special prize #1. Fucking MC never announce properly. Cheebaiface make everyone so excited for some vouchers. :(&lt;br /&gt;THE EVENT WAS ALSO SO POORLY PLANNED THAT THEY DIDNT HAVE THE PRIZES ON HAND SO THAT MEANS I STILL NEED TO TRAVEL ACROSS SINGAPORE TO INNOVA IN WOODLANDS TO COLLECT. If it was the Xbox 360 I choing over collect straight away already, waste time. Damn waste time lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's also the voting for Mr and Ms glamorous. The voting for Mr glamorous was rather normal so there isn't anything interesting. Well, Ms glamorous on the other hand was spectacular, it was a fight for the title between TWO of the hardest to pick between. Theres this hot chick and then theres #1 nerd of Innova. HARD PICK RIGHT? Not, off course everyone voted for the #1 nerd. Way to go Innova, you fucking fail, you voted for the #1 nerd in Innova to be voted hottest chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I shoot the prom night so much, the event was without a doubt better than EVSS's grad night, the food was crapshit at EVSS one, the only few events that were hilarious then were the dressing up ones. The dressing up event during IJC's prom consisted of doing hair and uh nothing else. COOLIO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after prom we went around taking photos in the hotel lobby after being chased away from outside the ballroom for "disturbing my other customers" Then a few more photos before being chased away for "shh, this is a hotel you know" You got to love it when no doubt you are in the MOST FUN class in the whole of Innova. Seriously, I am lucky enough to get into this FUN class. :D Same as I did in EVSS when I got into 207. 207 is made of FUN AND FUN-TARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was off-topic so continuing on, we went around trying to think of somewhere to go and ended up at Cineleisure. Then take a few photos then some went home. I went with the rest who didn't go home to this pub called alleyway - I think - for a drink. Its just along orchard road in front of some construction. I bet everyone sure got walk past before. Yeah 18 dollahs spent on a cocktail, I wish these shit were cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck I just realised they didn't give us PROPER farewell gifts. WHO THE FUCK GIVES POST-ITS? -_-&lt;br /&gt;Even the stingy EVSS gave this which is much better than post-its.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/STftkVdfR7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/9qRw1OFStvI/s1600-h/DSC00896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275946696979728306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/STftkVdfR7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/9qRw1OFStvI/s200/DSC00896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stolen from cy's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I fucking lost it last year, string broke or something, so anyone who actually has this but doesn't want it, GIVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT: I heard someone else won a Swensens $10 voucher, I wonder if I might get something better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post: My descent into /b/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-4253731936820451252?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4253731936820451252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=4253731936820451252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4253731936820451252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4253731936820451252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/12/innova-grad-night.html' title='Innova Grad night'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/STfpr3-cIYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QBYZDeTbOFw/s72-c/SANY0279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-3946379071812186935</id><published>2008-11-20T02:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:30:15.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This shall be the 199th post</title><content type='html'>So for the 200th post which is next, I plan to have something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Polls over&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically its a self explanatory post.&lt;br /&gt;If you need examples of the posts. then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmm-i-keep-forgetting-i-should-do.html"&gt;Picture posts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/03/obsession.html"&gt;Non-fiction stories&lt;/a&gt; - I think I feel sad now that I think about this post. EXTREMELY SAD. Shit always happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-pretty-shining-love-yay-unbelievable.html"&gt;Lulz and videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-summing-stuff-up.html"&gt;Word of wisdom posts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/10/lol.html"&gt;For the lulz&lt;/a&gt; Don't forget ROW ROW FIGHT DA POWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Switch to different poll providers in the future, this one sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the posts&lt;br /&gt;Boring, post something more interesting (43%) : 3&lt;br /&gt;Good, continue posting like normal (57%) : 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content you wish to see more of&lt;br /&gt;Picture posts (12%)                                                                            :5&lt;br /&gt;Diary-like entries (15%)                                                                    :6&lt;br /&gt;Whining/Ranting of daily mishaps/happenings (24%)                 : 10&lt;br /&gt;Non-fiction stories (7%)                                                                     :3&lt;br /&gt;Videos, Both original and linked (7%)                                              :3&lt;br /&gt;Those words-of-wisdom posts that I do once in a while (15%)   :6&lt;br /&gt;For-the-lulz related stuff (20%)                                                       : 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my blog seems to only have 7 viewers. I'm sure theres more than 7, all uncooperative :(&lt;br /&gt;Is the quality that bad? Only 50% think its good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 10 of them voted for more whining and ranting. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;I expected those to be the least but -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I forgot what was my EPIC 200th post supposed to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-3946379071812186935?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3946379071812186935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=3946379071812186935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3946379071812186935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3946379071812186935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-shall-be-199th-post.html' title='This shall be the 199th post'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8836263110161516885</id><published>2008-11-16T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:31:53.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lvls as good as oveeeeeer</title><content type='html'>Physics paper 1 left&lt;br /&gt;MCQ only, nothing really much to be super choingster to study now. Gaming time. Holiday mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoik ah holiday all the way untill 14 April, probably will rot for a damn long time. Might or might not be taking up jobs =/ Everyone reccomending me take up part time job sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, Pang Yao I'm NOT going to take up part time Otaku! Wtf kind of job is that sia lol.&lt;br /&gt;Part time teacher? No Andrew, I don't think I can handle secondary/primary school kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added a massive load of songs to the playlist and whilst doing so I remembered I haven't fully finished adding songs to my playlist for 5 years. I AM that lazy =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/strong&gt;, why all read my blog but never tag one. Euu all sux! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8836263110161516885?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8836263110161516885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8836263110161516885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8836263110161516885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8836263110161516885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/11/lvls-as-good-as-oveeeeeer.html' title='A lvls as good as oveeeeeer'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8618062860048280906</id><published>2008-11-07T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:21:40.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half way through A levels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I know you know I know but I dunno you know I know you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway half of A levels is over and progress so far has been ok-ish only. The papers are supposed to be pretty easy which is &lt;u&gt;THE&lt;/u&gt; BAD THING. I can't do some, made many careless mistakes AND easy papers mean other schools such as those in the RetardJC scoring higher due to cheat codes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this A level game. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even garmen cheat give elite schools cheat codes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8618062860048280906?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8618062860048280906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8618062860048280906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8618062860048280906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8618062860048280906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/11/half-way-through-levels.html' title='Half way through A levels'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-1609102528401246158</id><published>2008-11-02T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:25:35.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotten my hands on a couple of new games.</title><content type='html'>All at the wrong time too =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list of recent games and the hype about games in order&lt;br /&gt;1. Dead Space&lt;br /&gt;2. Far cry 2&lt;br /&gt;3. Fallout 3&lt;br /&gt;4. RA 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to do a mini review before I go study for A levels and wait for patches of shitty bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dead space - An awesome game with no bugs whatsover, really stable for game just released. Fun, lots of gore and a nice story and the game plays well.&lt;br /&gt;Bad points : Massive headaches. A floatly feeling when playing and aiming and etc. Though playing it in smaller periods of time will not give you a headache. E.g. Max 1 hour a day. =) Wee! finished the game 1 hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;I did get used to the game in a way that I didn't get any headaches even after 3 hours straight =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Farcry 2 - Looking good, haven't tried it yet cant say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fallout 3 - Superb game! Made by the same people who made Oblivion, Bethesda Software. Basically they decided to recycle the Oblivion engine for the game, just a few changes here and there. Quite large world to explore too =/&lt;br /&gt;Bad points: Start game, CRASH. Walk a bit, CRASH. Play for an hour without crashes. CRASH.&lt;br /&gt;Needs fukken patches NAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Red Alert 3 - It doesn't look that awesome on trailers. Maybe the game might be better. Red Alert 1 was still the best, RA2 doesn't even hold the candle to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A levels - Best game of the year. Will be voted number 1 game of 2008. Best game ever, So much fun playing it. Well I AM going to play it for 3 weeks straight woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Bad points: None&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-1609102528401246158?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1609102528401246158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=1609102528401246158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1609102528401246158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1609102528401246158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/11/gotten-my-hands-on-couple-of-new-games.html' title='Gotten my hands on a couple of new games.'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8039774993223605451</id><published>2008-10-30T01:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:32:50.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I should stop posting but..</title><content type='html'>General message time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cy rocks. lol&lt;br /&gt;Don't emo la u old man, bad for ur health. U not the only one left in the dark about stuff lor! A lot of people also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harith&lt;br /&gt;Don't emo also! Kick your problems away like u kick soccer balls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in a JC&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for your A levels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8039774993223605451?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8039774993223605451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8039774993223605451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8039774993223605451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8039774993223605451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-i-should-stop-posting-but.html' title='I know I should stop posting but..'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-6108861549441058092</id><published>2008-10-28T20:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:37:23.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motto☆hade ni ne!</title><content type='html'>Now I got a name to go with &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LXJ5zdbe1o"&gt;AH! PRETTY SHINING LOVE. YAY! UNBELIEVABLE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I still seriously believe its AH! CRAZY SHRINE LOVE. YAY! UNBELIEVABLE! &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_TulZwtcPYs"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/a&gt; Rule 63 HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW IN &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcdxJcFetms&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;PIANO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless post anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably just a marker signifying that I'm descending into otaku-ism. fuck u japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rule 63 is a rule of the internet that reads as follows: "For any given male character, there is a female version of that character." Vice-Versa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-6108861549441058092?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6108861549441058092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=6108861549441058092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6108861549441058092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6108861549441058092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/10/mottohade-ni-ne.html' title='Motto☆hade ni ne!'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-4814615190642725511</id><published>2008-10-28T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:55:51.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was browsing through</title><content type='html'>Some old files and I found a song I used to annoy people with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:350;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:350;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Do NOT blast this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Contains vulgarities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/omgitsjq/music/H2fWSz-5/retard_lan_jiao/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-4814615190642725511?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4814615190642725511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=4814615190642725511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4814615190642725511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4814615190642725511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-browsing-through.html' title='I was browsing through'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8746966403591280165</id><published>2008-10-27T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:59:38.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH! PRETTY SHINING LOVE! YAY! UNBELIEVABLE!</title><content type='html'>Of all times why did I decide to be the least sane and the most irrational, ESPECIALLY WHEN A LEVELS ARE COMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit that goes on in my mind quite often:&lt;br /&gt;AH! PRETTY SHINING LOVE! YAY! UNBELIEVABLE!&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla salt&lt;br /&gt;Pre-parade&lt;br /&gt;PSI-missing&lt;br /&gt;Bloody MEMES&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY THOUGHTS AND ITS ALL &lt;u&gt;OVER 9000&lt;/u&gt;. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit that doesn't happen in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;OH FUCK, A LEVELS IN HALF A WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this pretty sums up what has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh time to post about Dead Space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... The game gives me fucking headaches. It will be a miracle for me to sit down and play it for more than 1 hour at a time. Seriously, this takes away the enjoyment of playing and AWESOME game. They made the game too real in a sense that theres momentum when turning around, so basically in otherwords, playing this game gives me simulation sickness. Simulation sickness is also similar as Motion sickness, just that its caused by virtual stimulations instead of physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things about the game to note for gore lovers. There is blood everywhere, even babies have been turned into necromorphs. You cut them up like WAAHHHH WAHH WAHAHHAHAHAHA. CRY SOME MORE! WAAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WHptG35EWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WHptG35EWU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRY SOME MORE!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/llM0anCY6n0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/llM0anCY6n0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cq2Ryr3JNwQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cq2Ryr3JNwQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to hug them and squeeze them and STOMP THEM. HUAGH HUGGHF. SQUISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love it when your weapons are not guns but actually PLASMA CUTTERS AND LAZER SLICERS AND SAWBLADES. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope these don't scare my readers LOL. Actually I hope they do. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I went to check my enlistment date. Courtesy of Ivan Ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good evening Mr THIEN JUN QIANG.&lt;br /&gt;Your enlistment date is on 14-Apr-2009. Your reporting unit is TRAINING LIST BASIC MILITARY TRAINING CENTRE SCHOOL 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8746966403591280165?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8746966403591280165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8746966403591280165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8746966403591280165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8746966403591280165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-pretty-shining-love-yay-unbelievable.html' title='AH! PRETTY SHINING LOVE! YAY! UNBELIEVABLE!'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-2460517267667457866</id><published>2008-10-23T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:33:21.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quick update&lt;br /&gt;I got bored with the row row fight the powah playlist.&lt;br /&gt;Merging with old one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;PLUS PLUS DAKEDO MINUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;purasu purasu dakedomainasu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-2460517267667457866?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2460517267667457866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=2460517267667457866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2460517267667457866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2460517267667457866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-update-i-got-bored-with-row-row.html' title=''/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-4550362142989006044</id><published>2008-10-23T13:35:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:04:12.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>I just can't resist posting stupid shit up after reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;This post will blow your mind because it has decended to weird levels of retardism that I doubt I will be reaching in a post anytime in the future. It probably contains of anime references which obviously many people won't know so it will probably throw everyone off track.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Top Ten Ways John McCain Can Save His Campaign&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. His plan for winning the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan? A secret international battle group consisting of young flat-chested girls who fly through the air with propellers as legs while wearing animal ears and tails. They’ll all be named after dead WWII aces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA strike witches. Never seen that anime and NEVER will, I just know it as a show retarded people watch. So if anyone actually did, shame on you. Go gorge out yo eyes fgts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Start off his next speech with “WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? RAWR RAWR FIGHT THE POWAH!” Just hope that in his advanced age, he doesn’t try to gattai with a ham sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=814kFnDy3rQ"&gt;GATTAI&lt;/a&gt; Uh, focus isn't on the whole video. Just until about half or better still, watch the whole series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6V2CRnsZf_8"&gt;Ore wo dare omotte iru&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YkLIgGkyoGs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YkLIgGkyoGs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWAH.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="-1" cellpadding="3" width="90%" summary="A table with two columns used to improperly layout text." border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;What 'bout my Star&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me know what you want,&lt;br /&gt;I would give you!&lt;br /&gt;How fantastic to be with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARLIN' chikadzuite fukujuu&lt;br /&gt;NO YOU, NO LIFE nantsutte mou zettai!&lt;br /&gt;need your heart &amp;amp; need your love&lt;br /&gt;YES!? chou HAPPY dashi! PEACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nokkachatteru koi de mo GO!&lt;br /&gt;mou ikkai nante nai kara exciting&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful! Charming you!&lt;br /&gt;GET shitai kara lala~ we'll sing around the world&lt;br /&gt;three, hey, I count down.&lt;br /&gt;two, are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;one, mou matenai yo&lt;br /&gt;zero, ai narashite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What 'bout my star?&lt;br /&gt;What 'bout my star?&lt;br /&gt;What 'bout my star?&lt;br /&gt;What 'bout my star?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;What about my Obama&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Let me know what you want,&lt;br /&gt;I would give you!&lt;br /&gt;How fantastic to vote for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlin’ chikaduite fukujuu?&lt;br /&gt;No you, no life Nantsutte mou zettai&lt;br /&gt;Need your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Need your charm.&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Chou happy dashi, peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting, wonderful, charming you!&lt;br /&gt;Vote shitai kara la la la.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll caucus around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, Hillary you beat.&lt;br /&gt;Two, are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;One, mou matenai yo&lt;br /&gt;Zero, ai narashite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama my star!&lt;br /&gt;Obama my star!&lt;br /&gt;Obama my star!&lt;br /&gt;Obama my star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat 50 more times.)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being an otaku in this post. I promise GORE, DISMEMBERED PARTS OF NECROMORPHS AND LOTS OF DEAD SPACE in my next post. Then again, I think I would garner next to zero readers for a good 1 month if I did that. LOL KAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh and html is a pain in the ass. Tried finding some collapse/expand scripts to reduce the post space but I had to settle for this huge space waster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-4550362142989006044?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4550362142989006044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=4550362142989006044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4550362142989006044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4550362142989006044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/10/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-7865764424535258913</id><published>2008-10-20T01:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:13:55.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff that I am looking forward to and other stuff</title><content type='html'>Dead Space should be released on 21st oct 2008&lt;br /&gt;HEY THATS TOMORROW WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dead Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'s mix of sci-fi and survival horror is apparently too much for some countries to take. According to a report on Destructoid this week, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Electronic Arts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; titled has been banned for sale in three countries so far; Germany China and Japan. There's no specific word on why these three territories decided to ban the game but we can have some educated guesses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany pending ratings though. Anyway, Haha too violent for China, Japan and Germany.&lt;br /&gt;U no kill and have blood and gore! cannot! censor. please be playing less murder game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though theres still a lingering thought, will SG ban it too because of the gore? Mass effect had "sex" and they banned it so gore shouldn't be a problem, unless gore makes people horny. Anyway they unbanned Mass Effect a little afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singapore thus far has been the only nation to take issue with Mass Effect's content, though the country reportedly banned God of War II for nudity in one of its scenes, and The Darkness, for excessive violence and "religious expletives."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats our MDA. Now please don't ban Dead Space, theres gore, probably expletives and lots and lots of severing of dead bodies. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 22nd 2008&lt;br /&gt;Toradora OP+ED&lt;br /&gt;Oct 29th 2008&lt;br /&gt;To Aru Majutsu no Index OP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;yey. liek wtf r these stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun tell euu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 31st&lt;br /&gt;CLB A level exam date&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtxn_QkwRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/elr4eXS5Rwo/s1600-h/Gentlementf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258921921694974226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtxn_QkwRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/elr4eXS5Rwo/s400/Gentlementf2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen/women, Here begins some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtv7qa86bI/AAAAAAAAAGU/L_NpqiZ0mec/s1600-h/ChinasRedArmyFly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258920060675484082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtv7qa86bI/AAAAAAAAAGU/L_NpqiZ0mec/s320/ChinasRedArmyFly1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtv7-2E4rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SCJ1eOkzUFs/s1600-h/ChinasRedArmyFly3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258920066157961906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtv7-2E4rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SCJ1eOkzUFs/s320/ChinasRedArmyFly3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtv8DhX2XI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3Rza90NPTes/s1600-h/TFhello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258920067413301618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtv8DhX2XI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3Rza90NPTes/s320/TFhello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The filename hello.jpg is the same one you see when you view something called GOATSE. No don't google this for your own sake. Trust me. Seriously. Just like you should not google lemonparty or last measure. Yes. Don't. Don't try 2girls1cup too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtv8MWU1KI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LXmEi2As0XA/s1600-h/Heavypatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258920069782885538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtv8MWU1KI/AAAAAAAAAGk/LXmEi2As0XA/s320/Heavypatch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next unlockable weapon for heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtydxsvOQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iy4UsS47-JU/s1600-h/TF2_Demotivator_-_2_Percent_Milch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258922845767940354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtydxsvOQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iy4UsS47-JU/s400/TF2_Demotivator_-_2_Percent_Milch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2% milk.&lt;br /&gt;I have no fucking clue what this means but it still looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtyeecEbTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/53gf3ldpSlE/s1600-h/TF2_Demotivator_-_Heavyzilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258922857777622322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtyeecEbTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/53gf3ldpSlE/s400/TF2_Demotivator_-_Heavyzilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating sanvich 1000 times in a single life will let your heavy do this. I shit u not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtxoIj9SBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/xbDw4gziBR0/s1600-h/LegoTF2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258921924192192530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtxoIj9SBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/xbDw4gziBR0/s400/LegoTF2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spy sappin' mah sentry. Lego TF2. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtv8G5gAdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VINgAnVDk5U/s1600-h/Happygermankid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258920068319805906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtv8G5gAdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VINgAnVDk5U/s320/Happygermankid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one happy asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtxnQoUo3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/lkiW3leDdb4/s1600-h/Wtfisthislee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258921909178114930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtxnQoUo3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/lkiW3leDdb4/s400/Wtfisthislee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Bruce Lee can't take these photos. FO SHIZZLE MAH NIGGAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before I forget. ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-7865764424535258913?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7865764424535258913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=7865764424535258913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7865764424535258913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7865764424535258913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/10/stuff-that-i-am-looking-forward-to-and.html' title='Stuff that I am looking forward to and other stuff'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SPtxn_QkwRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/elr4eXS5Rwo/s72-c/Gentlementf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-637207221108130651</id><published>2008-10-17T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:52:52.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWAH</title><content type='html'>Basically A lvls coming and I'm doing the usual shit I do before exams.&lt;br /&gt;Which is basically doing lots of crap and studying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must do stuff to balance the studying I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the new retardism of a playlist =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-637207221108130651?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/637207221108130651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=637207221108130651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/637207221108130651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/637207221108130651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/10/row-row-fight-powah.html' title='ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWAH'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-2675816144465456542</id><published>2008-10-10T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:44:05.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last official day of school</title><content type='html'>School's out and its time to study for A levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008, Dumb year. This year had the most amount of movies coming out that were worth watching, a number of games that would probably get nominated for many game awards and the A levels. What a really nice mix. Not to forget the coming recession. Stupid US sub-prime crisis lead to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toot you Ivan, why must you tell me RYL2 is now free, off all times -_-. Toot u dead space, why u coming out 20th Oct. Fallout 3 on 31st Oct too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder if theres just something with me or if I'm just thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't fit perfectly, neither do you seem out of place, so where exactly do you fit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I was thinking about what I posted before.&lt;br /&gt;If happiness had a shape, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;It would be something like glass. You normally don’t notice it, but it’s definitely there. You can tell because if you look at it from a slightly different angle, the glass reflects and shines with the light. Stating its presence and existence, more eloquently than any other thing in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on:&lt;br /&gt;True that its like glass, beautiful as it is people like using it. Maybe form it into a crystal ball of glass or something, would look really nice.&lt;br /&gt;But as it is glass there are some problems, it is brittle and hence breaks easily. As soon as that smile appears, it can also be wiped away. So that smile has been wiped off and all thats left is BURRRRRN BABY BURN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SO9sVLuEGiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wnl3LYm9YHM/s1600-h/1186878302434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255538401343707682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SO9sVLuEGiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wnl3LYm9YHM/s200/1186878302434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SO9sVLHavfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6lYAEv6as_g/s1600-h/flamethrowerflamedww4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255538401181613554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SO9sVLHavfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6lYAEv6as_g/s200/flamethrowerflamedww4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's something in the world that no one has seen yet, Its something very gentle and sweet. And if you had put your eyes on it, then you would surely yearn for it. That's why the world has hidden it. To make sure that not just anyone can get their hands on it. But at some point, someone will find it. That one person who is supposed to find it is also the one who will be able find it eventually. That's just how it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-2675816144465456542?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2675816144465456542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=2675816144465456542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2675816144465456542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2675816144465456542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-official-day-of-school.html' title='Last official day of school'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SO9sVLuEGiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wnl3LYm9YHM/s72-c/1186878302434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8036863444941478416</id><published>2008-09-30T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:32:05.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a bloody lazy guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Feel like burning stuff now, weather so hot. A levels coming and I haven't played TF2's pyro for quite some time. Lazy to study but I must, boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SO7opsqf4QI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vuGoVnwXcNQ/s1600-h/tf2_pyro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255393618249638146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SO7opsqf4QI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vuGoVnwXcNQ/s320/tf2_pyro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SO7opsiU75I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ke8iq5cU_68/s1600-h/tf2ss3lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255393618215366546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SO7opsiU75I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Ke8iq5cU_68/s320/tf2ss3lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SO7opbZIFRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HP0QAkpMlHw/s1600-h/Pyrotaunt1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255393613613372690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SO7opbZIFRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HP0QAkpMlHw/s320/Pyrotaunt1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8036863444941478416?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8036863444941478416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8036863444941478416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8036863444941478416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8036863444941478416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-bloody-lazy-guy.html' title='I am a bloody lazy guy'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SO7opsqf4QI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vuGoVnwXcNQ/s72-c/tf2_pyro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-246267346455200125</id><published>2008-09-29T23:02:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:13:15.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Code geass placeholder</title><content type='html'>Original date of supposed post : 29-9-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start it off with when did I start watching this awesome show. Once I was browsing through the anime that my brother watched and I found Code Geass. There was some mecha and I was like hmm a mecha series and watched it. It was after the O levels when I started watching. Had a really deep and interesting story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When have you found an anime that isn't full of Japanese comedy, stupid sexual jokes, or a harem involving a socially inept person with lots of hot anime girls around him. These low grade anime are everywhere, you can't escape them. But Code Geass makes an exception, it actually provides a deep story with awesome plot twists. It contains FABULOUS, intelligence (rare in animes), comedy and really interesting references to many myths. Its story isn't like, oh main character, so he cannot die, cannot be injured and basically he has DIVINE SHIELD HAHAHA. No. At least to certain extents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about Lelouch, a disowned prince who was left to die in foreign land with his handicapped sister after his father, the emperor refused to take action when his mother was murdered. He then gains a power of absolute obedience to pwn the world and force them to follow his orders, the power of the king. &lt;em&gt;Ou no chikara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it awesome? The characters are great, characters were created so that you could love them, feel for them and cry for them when they died. Theres the funny comic relief faggot who is so hyped up but always screws up. This guy who ended up being framed with a fake code name, Orange,&lt;em&gt; (Orenji-kun)&lt;/em&gt; who later ended up opening an orange farm at the end&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;The voice acting was good, with emotions that flowed well with the scenes. Appropriate emo face distortions lol!&lt;br /&gt;The songs were good choices for Japanese songs, at least they were not like like cutecutegirlsingingomgkawaii. Please -_- Oh some of the songs are on my playlist if u didn't realise. Colours, Jibun Wo~! Even if you don't listen to or like Japanese songs, you still have to admit the instrumental (no vocals) are still good.&lt;br /&gt;The ending was awesome, just one phrase: Noble sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 1 was good, highly recommended if you like a change from slapstick comedy, LUB LUB anime.&lt;br /&gt;Season 2, started out good but went to a train wreck status somewhere in the middle of the series. Sadly ruined at some point of time by a story remake due to airtime changes and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 1&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment-wise: 100/100&lt;br /&gt;Story-wise: 95/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 2&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment : 100/100 !!!&lt;br /&gt;Story: 70/100 Needs to resolve plot hole issue and uncleared matters.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is C.C.'s real name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing that it accompanied me just around the O levels until just before the A levels.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not so awesome as expected post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-246267346455200125?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/246267346455200125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=246267346455200125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/246267346455200125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/246267346455200125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/09/code-geass-placeholder.html' title='Code geass placeholder'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-3225753020577122575</id><published>2008-09-29T23:02:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:31:32.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Original supposed post date: 18-9-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lets see, went to Sentosa with the class after the last prelim 2 paper. Amazing how quickly we would start the celebration. :) Well, who wouldn't after knowing that a stressing exam is over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to causeway point get some food/snack/tidbits first. Indian guy went to buy a towel and an &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;underwear. Because he never bring underwear that day. Had to be hidden to prevent death by laughter. I am not to blame for anything because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decided to highlight this and read it.&lt;/span&gt; Took a long bus ride there, talk cock etc. Reached there and the guys + Hui Min started with playing soccer but then the original plan was to start with volleyball. I know I did hear disagreement somewhere because of the soccer but hey! Live and let live. Everyone can get caught up in the moment but I'm NOT saying u can be caught up in the wrong moments. Nudge nudge wink wink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At least we had fun right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys and girls went into the water after a while about 3/4 into the soccer game. People got dunked in water lol. Then we have someone who got dunked 10 times, poor Yu Xian lol. She wasn't feeling well but still got dunked 10 times and drunk the tasty seawater with seaweed floating. That's why she sounded like a grizzly bear talking for the day and following days. lol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water monkey! Suffice to say it was fun and as I am a noob at monkey, water monkey? Heh! Play until damn shoik and people started getting leg cramp etc. I thought some of it was exaggerated until I realised how frail our human bodies can be. I myself got a cramp while I was chasing a ball and it hurt, as if a chunk of muscle from my leg was about to tear off then ouch. It seems I'm making a mountain out of a molehill, its only a cramp wtf come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EDIT: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The water + Innova's PE shirt made me, Josh and Asri get nipple abrasion. Stupid school PE shirt. LOL How could I have forgotten about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human body is actually really weak. Have we actually beat any animal in physical feats? Dogs and cats are so small and we are their masters but can we out run them? What about those predators? Look at the bear, the lion, the wolves they eat raw flesh, fats of their prey. We humans VOMIT and reject the meat unless its cooked, our stomachs are WEAK. All we really rely on is our brains, that's good and bad at the same time. We are smart enough to make our lives better, but without either agility or physical strength we are hopeless in accidents or situations that require such. I saw a video on you tube, a kick boxer kicked another kick boxer and his leg snapped into TWO, skin still on. It was really disgusting but that is how fragile our bones are. We can kick things but break our legs in the process, punch things and risk losing our hands. I won't continue because I'm really off topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing in the water we came out and played some volleyball and it was more of serve and win ball. We are nubs =D. Buried Hafeez in the sand next and yea. Did I mention a Muslim name? Yea we got them to come even during the fasting month! This was interestingly unique and they enjoyed themselves. That's really great because even though they can't eat or drink in the horrible hot weather they still managed to get all active and fun. Reminds me of EVSS soccer during the fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we went to eat at Vivo City, I really got to remind myself the inflation is fucked up and I'm not filthy rich like CERTAIN people. Settled down at banquet and had dinner, saw ABC and some NMA peeps also. Went to walk around then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's about the PY, CY, IZ and who knows who else thing&lt;br /&gt;Hmm not going to say much but hey you guys been hopping around on links what else. There is nothing wrong with that and its pretty interesting to know that even though you people don't know what you all may get yourselves into or where you all end up, you all still go on with it. Hey that's fun but at least don't disturb the residents you visit. I'm not going to get pissed or whiny that you all did it but tell me =D I wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PY - Ya agree with you to some extent but is that all you look out for? =x&lt;br /&gt;CY - Agree with you to some extent but come on you old perverted man get another old lady just to match. At least MOK knew that he had to find another hideous one. hehe&lt;br /&gt;IZ - Wtf. Did u read the sign? "Don't disturb the animals" "Don't feed the Monkey" You faggot lol! You disturb the monkey and the monkey might be shipped back to its home country. No more monkey observance, bad right :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PHOTOS PLACEHOLDER LOL&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I'm lazy, give me a day or 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-3225753020577122575?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3225753020577122575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=3225753020577122575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3225753020577122575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3225753020577122575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/09/sentosa-placeholder.html' title='Sentosa'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-5753112334911595315</id><published>2008-09-16T23:28:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:06:58.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This never ceases.</title><content type='html'>Why do I always meet retarded people in my daily life. Why do I have to personally know some of these people too. Its not that nice at all when you actually hang out with certain people like this, makes me feel retarded too. "&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought they only existed in the US. Maybe its just that the US contains the largest concentration of idiots. Anyway, Singapore also contains and attracts its fair share of idiots around the world. Counting the numbers of foreigners and locals, the % of idiots tend to show that theres more among the foreigners, especially the non-westerners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the amount of foreigners coming into our country for jobs we don't take up, the jobs we don't do because our education system encourages us to be more highly skilled. Thus the jobs more suited to the lesser skilled workers are taken up. Ok, but why they are filled up with idiots. Ever had a hawker centre where a China national cooks poor food? If you haven't you are quite lucky, eating their food = no enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, ba chor mee, as dried as dried leaves, no fucking sauce. The noodles stick together almost as if theres glue on it. Heck it looks like a fucking rattan ball when you lift it up. How is this fucking food fit for human consumption?&lt;br /&gt;So you say not all China cooks are this retarded? Hell, they fuck up western food too. Chicken cutlet = hard rubber or overcooked chicken, depends on their mood on the day. Completely no quality at all. I wish the Singaporean employers ACTUALLY train or do quality checks on these fucktards cooks. Though I'm not saying all china cooks are bad, there are even Singaporean cooks who do worse jobs. Anyway moving on to another topic of idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, my M*ths teacher is a complete retarded dick. Here are the following reasons why he is absolutely deserving of the title. Firstly he sucks at teaching, lessons contain no passion for his work, its just all about "Oh u must do this, any other possible ways are ignored. "Just follow my method". So ignore any other methods that are more efficient but not in syllabus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw him, an aura of pity engulfed me, he has horrible e*esight. I thought it wasn't much to bother about but until I realised the fucker marked me a ZERO for a maths paper then I realised he needs medical care. The fucker can't even tell when an answer is correct, my answers match the exact answer he gave. Someone, please direct him for e*e treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faggot won't even teach even when urged by others. For example, he walks into class going "OK today I'm going to go through these set of questions" Fine, then there was spare time because he finished going through the questions earlier than expected. My friend requests for him to go through another question that he didn't prepare but was in the same paper. The asshole doesn't even look at the question and says "Oh I don't want to go through any other questions than the ones I gone through just now, come lets go through this other question again."&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't you be able to go through with your QUALIFICATIONS? Surely you can at least direct us to the method used even if you don't want to go through the whole question? Suck dick pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity the fact that MOE has to work with whatever society decides to throw at them. The retards of society are literally throwing their retarded faces onto MOE and no matter how much further training they undergo, they will never achieve satisfactory standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trend: the more educated a population is, the less birth rates.&lt;br /&gt;Since Singapore is rather well educated, then the babies must be coming mostly from the uneducated. Boo. Uncultured and savage children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I have not mentioned names at all in this post and will not be held accountable for any ridicule, hate, slander, laughter and pity induced by this post. Any resemblance to any persons living or ficticious are purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at this post, it was rather harsh and much more than it was intended to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-5753112334911595315?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5753112334911595315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=5753112334911595315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5753112334911595315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5753112334911595315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-never-ceases.html' title='This never ceases.'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-5598938786738835635</id><published>2008-09-10T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:49:14.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LARGE HADRON COLLIDER LAUNCHES TODAY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.sg/search?q=Large+Hadron+Collider&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.google.com.sg/logos/lhc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SMezvNPX8nI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BryX59NfpKc/s1600-h/lhc.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clicky clicky the pic for more info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is a pretty empty post for once. Just wanted to go YAY LARGE HADRON COLLIDER IS TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and Spore is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's Maths paper is as good as donkey balls. Though the physics one was awesome. More awesome than ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-5598938786738835635?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5598938786738835635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=5598938786738835635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5598938786738835635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5598938786738835635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/09/large-hadron-collider-launches-today.html' title='THE LARGE HADRON COLLIDER LAUNCHES TODAY.'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-2397337553884971732</id><published>2008-09-09T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T12:38:41.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spore's DRM sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Digital_rights_management"&gt;DRM&lt;/a&gt; basically is something that forces you to validate if your product is GENUINE and not pirated. Eg, cd key, online activation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EA has the best ever DRM scheme ever. Its so fucked up that they force people to buy their games AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, why so negative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spore has a cd key which must be validated online, ok nothing wrong. You are allowed to install the game only 3 times in total for the rest of your life. Okay, nothing wron.. FUCK YOU EA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Timmy's dad buys the game, installs it in his workstation, then goes home and installs it on Timmy's computer. Hes left with one install left. So does it go to Mom or Whiney-little-sister-of-a-brat or cousin-who-lives-with-them. What if their computer broke down and they need to reinstall spore more than 3 times? Call customer support and tell them that u need to get +1 installs for your spore!&lt;br /&gt;PROBLEM! When your phone is on hold for technical support, it takes fucking long before u get a response. So what can you do while waiting on hold? Nothing but hold the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats silly but the point is who the fuck wants to be limited by 3 fucking installs of a game u paid for just to prevent priacy. Heck, Spore was already on bittorrent days before its official release date. EA's piracy control is definately working.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd rather stick pirated than original, EA is just plain stupid and stupid people don't get my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst.&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; I don't pay for games and probably never will till I get an income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-2397337553884971732?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2397337553884971732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=2397337553884971732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2397337553884971732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2397337553884971732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/09/spores-drm-sucks.html' title='Spore&apos;s DRM sucks'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-728006594816087780</id><published>2008-09-08T20:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:30:02.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the start of the Prelim 2 exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would everyone be doing now? Studying off course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself, what would JQ do?&lt;br /&gt;Off course, the unexpected - Studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging ; best way to take my mind off exams.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, some random stuff to bring up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever boner was mentioned, CY thought that it was referring to his spike he had on his hair. Yea it is related to a spike but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vitesh has a &lt;a href="http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2006/04/o00000.html"&gt;chao ta banana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Isaac: Kage AIDS no bunshin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;isaac. ' says:&lt;br /&gt;Pikachu (sJ`E Pikach?) is one of the fictional species of Pokmon creatures from the multi-billion-dollar[1] Pokmon media franchise&lt;br /&gt;isaac. ' says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF POKEMON IS MULTI BILLION DOLLAR?&lt;br /&gt;isaac. ' says:&lt;br /&gt;fking hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The fucking hadron cannon (code geass) is going to be not only in anime, but &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Large_Hadron_Collider"&gt;real life&lt;/a&gt;. HOLY SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SMUk3Pi6pmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/t0N_W3PRM0s/s1600-h/img229ul5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243637872627197538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SMUk3Pi6pmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/t0N_W3PRM0s/s400/img229ul5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GEASS YES!&lt;br /&gt;woops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','')" href="http://www.smbc-comics.com/"&gt;Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SMUnX9GVvbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O8UV2unWZq0/s1600-h/20060901.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243640633634438578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SMUnX9GVvbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O8UV2unWZq0/s400/20060901.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SMUnYO99VrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tyKPdv2LxHQ/s1600-h/102_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243640638431123122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SMUnYO99VrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tyKPdv2LxHQ/s400/102_0556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I still have these.&lt;br /&gt;Someone seriously should remind me regularly to post the rest of what I have left of EVSS related pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-728006594816087780?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/728006594816087780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=728006594816087780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/728006594816087780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/728006594816087780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/09/ah.html' title='Ah'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SMUk3Pi6pmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/t0N_W3PRM0s/s72-c/img229ul5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-7748814595007213346</id><published>2008-09-04T00:48:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:56:43.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many posts within a short time periodis not a good sign</title><content type='html'>The number of posts I make in a week is directly proportional to the amount of work NOT done.&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit that's a lot of work. I done this week.&lt;br /&gt;So this post shall be a completely crap filled one oh and just for laughs PICTURE POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post falls partially under anime, extreme retarded-ness and complete loss of common sense. You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA MINDFUCK POST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nani mai haanii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, my honey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241838869002706466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7Arcy93iI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hh4F5-VJ3NQ/s200/3649755891a4637935770lbr3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that solves the mystery who has been using Cutiegurl15 as his username.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7Arj-VffI/AAAAAAAAADE/LpUpDO37F9A/s1600-h/1219568181587.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/tehcrazyfellow/Pictures/runzaku.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kururugi &lt;s&gt;Suzaku&lt;/s&gt; Runzaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bismarck is so badass, that within 5 seconds of being near him the live geass kicked in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7Ar_bwjHI/AAAAAAAAADM/Iph8_q5cw34/s1600-h/rank_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7CgtYQg2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/_SXC0aL3zRo/s1600-h/rank_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241840883498779490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7CgtYQg2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/_SXC0aL3zRo/s320/rank_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the non anime savvy, this is from Code Geass. For the non xbox savvy, I'm not explaining.&lt;br /&gt;This is not an original pic, it has been edited. If any anime had this, I would be watching it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7Cf1VU-0I/AAAAAAAAADc/-ILrNsK28bI/s1600-h/Charles+di+Rocket+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241840868454103874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7Cf1VU-0I/AAAAAAAAADc/-ILrNsK28bI/s320/Charles+di+Rocket+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:SilentmanX/Charles_di_Britannia"&gt;Charles Di &lt;s&gt;Britannia&lt;/s&gt; Rocket &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7CgAfy41I/AAAAAAAAADk/3o9rQAxC3o4/s1600-h/not-this-shit-again-photoshop-karaoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241840871450796882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7CgAfy41I/AAAAAAAAADk/3o9rQAxC3o4/s320/not-this-shit-again-photoshop-karaoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this shitto again~~&lt;br /&gt;I bet you'd say this whenever you read my blog posts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7MYMs6BCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CwmMUmmcGyQ/s1600-h/unlimited-orange-works1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241851732404339746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7MYMs6BCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CwmMUmmcGyQ/s400/unlimited-orange-works1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PAY TRIBUTE TO THE OLD GGKTHX TEAM&lt;br /&gt;RIP 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7NE6JqKEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j4XD7YvTAuE/s1600-h/mgs4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241852500518774850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7NE6JqKEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j4XD7YvTAuE/s400/mgs4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I laugh at the NEW GGKTHX TEAM now :)&lt;br /&gt;Reformed 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7AsOhtr5I/AAAAAAAAADU/aQ49M6VNRJQ/s1600-h/stupid-people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241838882352115602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7AsOhtr5I/AAAAAAAAADU/aQ49M6VNRJQ/s200/stupid-people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey this looks like mok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7IJGYwIlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7e6hYRdVua0/s1600-h/rtfmwb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241847074964644434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7IJGYwIlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7e6hYRdVua0/s320/rtfmwb5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime someone askes a stupid question, I wish this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7FhahJ6oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sP-XxoYb1Oc/s1600-h/dood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241844194150574722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7FhahJ6oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/sP-XxoYb1Oc/s400/dood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOOD! -Refer to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prinny"&gt;prinnies&lt;/a&gt; entry in wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7CgAfy41I/AAAAAAAAADk/3o9rQAxC3o4/s1600-h/not-this-shit-again-photoshop-karaoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7FhpGxMoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1V3RrwbWNDI/s1600-h/20040319h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241844198066434690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7FhpGxMoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1V3RrwbWNDI/s400/20040319h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be made as one of the laws of physics. Shitcock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7Fi9XNuTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XAJ_ZI1abOc/s1600-h/penguinlords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241844220683991346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7Fi9XNuTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XAJ_ZI1abOc/s400/penguinlords.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7CgNVpLgI/AAAAAAAAADs/xEYK3-g4SHM/s1600-h/bomb+tech.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241840874897878530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7CgNVpLgI/AAAAAAAAADs/xEYK3-g4SHM/s320/bomb+tech.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this pic since 2003 and I bet it originated much earlier than this, so its a pretty old joke. Either way, I want that shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7CgZPBeEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lWV76BI61AY/s1600-h/giveafuckmeter2ikuj8.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241840878091335746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7CgZPBeEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/lWV76BI61AY/s320/giveafuckmeter2ikuj8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my motto for the past 3 months - display pic too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also. heres some proof that the internet turns serious talk into shit talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Before&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: A long time ago, I talked about this with Nunnally and Suzaku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: If happiness had a shape, what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: Yes… just like Suzaku phrased it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: It may be something like glass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: Because you normally don’t notice it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: but it’s definitely there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: You can tell because if you look at it from a slightly different angle,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: the glass reflects and shines with the light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: It will then state its presence and existence,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: more eloquently than any other thing in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: A long time ago, I talked about this with Nunnally and Suzaku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: If happiness had a shape, what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: Yes… It may be something like an ass,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: just like Suzaku said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: Because you normally don’t notice it sticking out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: but it’s definitely there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: You can tell because if you look at it as you penetrate it from a slightly different angle,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: the ass shines with the moonlight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: What can be seen there is proof of a grand existance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lelouch: more than anything else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I realised I made shitloads of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Code_Geass"&gt;code geass&lt;/a&gt; references all over this post. I guess I had too much code geass this week. Hey, next episode airs on 7th september! Woohoo. Oh shit, prelims start on the 9th for me... NANI MAI HAANII?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres the end of my retarded post. Have a nice cup of shut the fuck up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7G9fUIp0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/MPyi9KmJnq4/s1600-h/Shut%2520the%2520fuck%2520up!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241845775986108226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7G9fUIp0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/MPyi9KmJnq4/s400/Shut%2520the%2520fuck%2520up!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, heres a piece of wise words which I stole from a not-so-wise person, Ivan Chong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A person, who is nice to you, but rude to a waiter, is not a nice person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-7748814595007213346?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7748814595007213346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=7748814595007213346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7748814595007213346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7748814595007213346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-many-posts-within-short-time.html' title='Too many posts within a short time periodis not a good sign'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/SL7Arcy93iI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hh4F5-VJ3NQ/s72-c/3649755891a4637935770lbr3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-767835654914200286</id><published>2008-09-02T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:34:19.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrections</title><content type='html'>Then again, due to recent events I think mok has just dropped back into ZERO common sense. Just when you thought people will get better over time.. Did I say zero common sense? I meant negative common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess time will mindfuck anyone and everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-767835654914200286?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/767835654914200286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=767835654914200286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/767835654914200286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/767835654914200286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/09/corrections.html' title='Corrections'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8168736096874009375</id><published>2008-08-30T00:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:56:40.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few years running</title><content type='html'>and you still don't know what are your faults?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have found someone sub-par to mok in terms of the loser level&lt;br /&gt;Mok - #1 Loser of EVSS of my batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The person in question has been facing the same problem for probably all of his education. I blame the lack of common sense. The solution to the problems have been dangled infront of the eyes just like a carrot infront of a donkey and even served up on a silver plate. Yet, after so many years it probably hasn't been noticed nor any advice has been heeded.&lt;br /&gt;Even Mok has *minimum* common sense, and I give him that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well anyway why do I like putting people down? Its because its fun and it serves to help the people move up to greater heights, not. Oh and the good thing about life is that I get to look down on retards/losers. I blame the Singaporean education system for shrouding my view on happiness with the mist of too much emphasis on academics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I must build up another motivation to study soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Study = results = uni&lt;br /&gt;Uni = Job = money&lt;br /&gt;Money = PS3, Xbox360,Wii, PS4 Xbox 720, Wii 2&lt;br /&gt;No Uni = Oh shit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8168736096874009375?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8168736096874009375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8168736096874009375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8168736096874009375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8168736096874009375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/08/few-years-running.html' title='Few years running'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-3989517332963249556</id><published>2008-08-07T21:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:07:43.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel lucky Part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;#Edit1:Sudden thoughts to continue the previous incomplete post because I actually forgot most of the points I wanted to mention previously. Other thoughts are below, mostly because of recent encounters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#Edit2: I shelved this for futher edits but actually ended up delaying the post for about 3 weeks. Hurray for me, I actually forgot what I actually wanted to edit after so much delays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm born in Singapore, one of the best countries to live in. With such a great city to live in, whats there to complain other than not being the best. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that my parents are the best ever possible. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;So much freedom yet enough to let me excel in areas I want without constraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky to be living in Tampines, an awesome place to stay in, great accessibility to important places. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I have no disabilities, born so much a healthy boy. So many unique abilities, much more than most people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I'm not gay and that I'm perfectly straight too. I'm also glad none of my friends aren't homosexuals, at least not outright. I wouldn't really know if they really are down on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, not everyone's stories end happily. The sad thing is that many people around the world aren't so lucky in many areas. Then again theres those whom are handicapped both mentally. I look upon homosexuality as a disease, a very sad one and disgusting at times, at least for the gay part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common question: Why do so many people turn gay/lesbian?&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal from the opposite sex, mistrust of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these people find the opposite sex repulsive because of unhappy past experiences from the fucking retards of the opposite sex or even because of other people's experiences.&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;Situation 1: Fucking retard guy breaks girl's heart, girl hates boys, turns lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 2: Girl has bad experiences with fucking retard guys (eg. indifference, wtf etc.) , girl feels all boys are the same, fuck them all!, turns lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 3: Fucking retard girl quarrels often with boyfriend over the stupidest matters, boyfriend finds girls too irritating and impossible to please, starts going for guys because he "knows them better".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 4: Parents fuck the minds of the kids up. I coin this term: "mega fuckup parents" Why the fuck do you CROSS DRESS your kids? Make your boys wear lipstick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER cross dress your kid, makes them feel that its normal and that they can continue. Sure, not all kids who experience this may turn homo, some turn out to be excellent STRAIGHT cross dressing comedians. Still it does provide SOME avenue for homosexuality, for you and your children's sake, DON'T screw them up. Being a gay/lesbian parent still doesn't give you the right to fuck your kids up when they are young, let them choose, even though the choice may still be the retard's choice in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant's over, basically maybe a few downright sweeping but I don't care. What matters most is that I've seen people turning towards homosexuals and homosexuality, truly a waste. Ever noticed why many gays are cute guys/girls? They are the most prone to fall victim to betrayal from the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets review the definition of retards again, at least my definition. (Subject to change often though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retards (Noun) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Misfits who are mentally incapacitated because of their own choice and not&lt;br /&gt;genetically.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you retards of society. Eat shit and die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: If u are a homosexual and you feel offended at this post. I extend my deepest apologies for hurting your feelings, but SHUT UP AND FUCK OFF. I don't really give a damn nor will take any responsibilities because these are my views and if you don't share them why read?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-3989517332963249556?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3989517332963249556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=3989517332963249556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3989517332963249556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3989517332963249556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-lucky-part-2.html' title='I feel lucky Part 2.'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8782426943123110124</id><published>2008-07-31T21:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:21:14.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>At least its all over and back to normal now. I don't think I ever experienced such stress before and its a good thing I don't have to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But still I have a few OTHER problems to handle, prelim 2, bullshit, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just am not sure what should I do now, so lost and confused. There are sometimes that its best when you say nothing at all. So I won't say what truly is bothering me, unless people really want to know. Blogs have always been a source of trouble if something personal or sensitive is posted.&lt;br /&gt;But hey I know my friends are assholes and don't ask me. :( &lt;- So heres this big sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are a stubborn fool who can't accept the truth even when it stands in front of you and declares its existence, dances, punches you in the face and then spits in it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Quote from a very very smart person. Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#f0f0f0;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't look for advice, then ignore it like a faggot just because it isn't pleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Quote from an even smarter person. Still me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8782426943123110124?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8782426943123110124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8782426943123110124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8782426943123110124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8782426943123110124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-7756878734921906760</id><published>2008-07-30T17:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:16:20.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just felt something</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Edited 31-07-2008* : A bit of confusion due to an badly formed sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived through the ages of technological advancements, especially the commercial personal computers invention time. (I owned a 486) Now I own an Intel duo core. I love technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best combination of teachers in Innova even though I actually still wanted to be in Tampines JC.&lt;br /&gt;I love my GP teacher, I love my physics teacher, I love my economics teacher,I love myCLB teacher, chemistry teacher, maths teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Off course ranked in no special order, I just put what came in my head first. There is no bias in this order of listing. There is no hidden message as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I like to not so like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I even picked Innova as one of my JC choices. Oh well, I guess it was an impulsive reason but still since I'm here and actually got an awesome combination of teachers, guess its only right to be happy and thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the time of jewels.&lt;br /&gt;Heres what I consider jewels and gems.&lt;br /&gt;Jewel - Large precious stone&lt;br /&gt;Gem - Small precious stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres been a lack of jewels recently, I hardly even feel as though I can dig for a jewel anymore, all I find are gems. As time goes by, more people unearth the limited jewels, then they brush away the little insignificant gems compared to the large jewels. Then I'm here looking at the gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life people might lose these jewels/gems, there isn't another chance for a repick without consequence.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the first time you try to repick a jewel, all you feel might just be a sting, u might even feel like your heart got ripped out. Its different for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I tried picking up a jewel once, but it turned out that there was a bear trap under the jewel, I felt the pain then dropped the jewel. All I only did was that I touched the tip of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution towards jewels and gems, I suck at spotting traps I think or rather I tend to pick the wrong jewels/gems with traps. Trap affinity I guess. I wish I could just find another jewel to pick rather than a gem. Anyway I assign jewel/gems with different colours depending on the jewel I'm making reference to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only Jewel references that I made are the Green jewel and the Bear trap jewel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way it was because of the Bear trap jewel that allowed me to try pushing myself to score L1R5: 14. It was more or less a wrongly motivated and childish reason but I'm happy with myself in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if you want to make speculations: Bear trap: 2003, Green: 2007&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Bear trap" src="http://www.revelstokemuseum.ca/image/collection_images/bearTRAP.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you uninformed people, this is a bear trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I HATE THE NOISE AT MY HOUSE THIS SUCKS. THEY ARE DRILLING AND DRILLING AND HAMMERING AND SHIT. Guess I might actually have to resort to staying in school if I want to study but I might end up bringing along something unpleasent, its called my laziness to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Off course if you know my blog posts well, I usually write at &lt;u&gt;least&lt;/u&gt; ONE untrue sentence, go figure which. There might even be a hidden message in this post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Clue:&lt;/span&gt; ______&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SHUT UP AND EAT SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anti-rape_female_condom"&gt;Anti Rape Tampons&lt;/a&gt; for girls. Ouch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-7756878734921906760?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7756878734921906760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=7756878734921906760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7756878734921906760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7756878734921906760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-felt-something.html' title='I just felt something'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-18079275533629162</id><published>2008-07-15T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T01:57:16.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Hated The Chinese Language.</title><content type='html'>Stop assuming that just because I can't read or write chinese well means that I hate chinese. Only reading and writing are what I hate about it, in fact I'd rather speak in chinese to people. Somehow I find it better than English in a few ways. However, I actually do hate the chinese teachers I had for the past 4 years, China china china. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst China teacher ever : Sun Zhao Liang&lt;br /&gt;Most fun Chinese lessons: Sun Zhao Liang&lt;br /&gt;Why? Minimum control over the class, He was a walking joke. We all love Zhao Liang.&lt;br /&gt;More on him next time when I have time and actually remember what the fuck happens in his class everyday. Woops, cut down on vulgarities :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, school is releasing me later and later. My memory is failing me as well, too much brain drain from school.&lt;br /&gt;Next year going NS also, must start working much harder =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you were wondering. No! A China national did not force me to write this. Infact, they are too busy invading Singapore with scholars.&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention I don't like Singapore being invaded?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-18079275533629162?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/18079275533629162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=18079275533629162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/18079275533629162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/18079275533629162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-never-hated-chinese-language.html' title='I Never Hated The Chinese Language.'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-6323386248570622585</id><published>2008-07-07T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:15:15.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy to blog</title><content type='html'>School is a busy chore. Results of not studying are obvious. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tired out with the loads of crap I see around me. All sorts of stupid problems caused by stupid actions. Everytime this shit happens just because.&lt;br /&gt;As I have said before, if you have problems with everyone. Its not their fault, its obviously yours. Oh why do humans exhibit such actions and not realise it =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things confuse me even up till now. I might have found a new purpose that I think will make me actually cut down on playing for once or maybe not, time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Rolo should stop killing people. :( Poor Lelouch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-6323386248570622585?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6323386248570622585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=6323386248570622585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6323386248570622585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6323386248570622585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-to-blog.html' title='Lazy to blog'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8984568129285570068</id><published>2008-06-30T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:44:38.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on studies, but not too hard</title><content type='html'>Now having prelim 1 period. Feel half confident only, hardly studied, but at least I did put some effort, I blame my laziness and not the fact that I got a new computer to test and play previously unplayable games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no updates anyway. Weee, nothing much to update since all I've been doing is playing and playing etc. I think that I'm just too carefree to do anything untill it urgently needs to be done, this is surely a hard step to get what I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was asked a question which I had somehow forgotten about long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Whats your progress on that one thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No plan, no step taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good. Not bad too. I wish that I would just make up my mind and hope that I will cross paths with a treasure that I can dig up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8984568129285570068?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8984568129285570068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8984568129285570068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8984568129285570068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8984568129285570068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/06/working-on-studies-but-not-too-hard.html' title='Working on studies, but not too hard'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-6484243675148182517</id><published>2008-06-16T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:32:29.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>During my absence I have discovered a profound thing that is complex yet simple, difficult to conceptualise yet easily understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather screwed for prelims. Time to actually produce another one of my studying miracles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-6484243675148182517?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6484243675148182517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=6484243675148182517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6484243675148182517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6484243675148182517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-9003231133682602569</id><published>2008-06-09T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:57:07.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going off to malaysia again</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess there goes any chance of me playing field soccer lol! Just when tp holiday starts I need to go to Malaysia again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date of leaving: Early afternoon: 10th June 2008&lt;br /&gt;Returning: Evening: 16th June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I hope I have better luck studying in malaysia. I managed to waste my life away on games for a whole week. Yes. 24 x 7 hours. I have no life :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why do I continue to spend hours after hours on gaming even when I know the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because of the setbacks during the times I decided to spend my time wisely and do fruitful things. Most recent one was when I used 2 days devoted to trying to get a good photo for a photography competition, then got rejected because "you are not 18 as of 1st jan, so i hate you. go away." -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/tehcrazyfellow/downloads/photoshowforblog.html"&gt;Heres a link to the stuff which I submitted if anyone is interested&lt;/a&gt; Its better that I show my photos than keep it in my comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe its because I've always been complacent and that I'm too lazy. I don't like making an effort for stuff because I know I am talented enough to convert little effort into alot of work. Yes I'm blowing my own horn again, but I know its both the truth and that it sounds wrong. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to look back at my life, I'd say half of it was wasted. I have been gaming since 4. Yes. Four years old, if u wanted to even know what game I seriously started on, it was a adventure 2d game on a 486 which the name eludes me. Run around a series of levels and when u get out of it, u get back at its entrance and u play it over and over untill u decided to turn it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd game that I remember was Dangerous Dave on the 486, but still playable now. In any case. Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For your info: A 486 is an ancient computer made in 1989. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intel_80486"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wikipedia's article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been gaming half my life away. Games destroy lives, just as drugs do. I know I threw away alot of things just for my games. Precious moments of life that will never exist again. Youth, dreams, wishes, friends. I think I would need to put gaming on hold untill my A levels are over. Hmm, then theres NS too. Fook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have time to set things back on track but I will need to break myself and shape up. Its like cracked ice, u can crack it and then freeze it again. The cracks may not seem to be there after freezing, but they are there, ready to cause the ice to shatter again. I don't know what I actually hope to achieve with this but if it can get me just that one thing I want in life, maybe its worth it. Perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that seemed like an emo post, so just to let u all know, I'm alright but just thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres some stuff I need to do when I get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Check up on the mental conditions of my friends and catch up with them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do some blog quiz thingy that Harith and Aisa wanted me to do AGES ago.&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy a new computer.&lt;br /&gt;4. Blog.&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch Code Geass R2 Episode 10&lt;br /&gt;6. Remind myself to get Dino to return my cds he borrowed last year&lt;br /&gt;7. Announce my return&lt;br /&gt;8. Finally, realise that my prelims are just a week away, be terrified and pee my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh heres a shoutout to Harith while I'm at it. I miss your blog, make it come back, please? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-9003231133682602569?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/9003231133682602569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=9003231133682602569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/9003231133682602569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/9003231133682602569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-going-off-to-malaysia-again.html' title='I&apos;m going off to malaysia again'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8355264481185833220</id><published>2008-05-30T11:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:27:25.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ill and I don't like it</title><content type='html'>Come to think of it. Who does?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, people want to be "sick" and not attend lesson/work/whatever but then after they really fall ill then it goes downhill from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the amount of phlegm I'm expelling from my body I think I can really fill up a small bucket up with dark yellow and brownish phlegm.&lt;br /&gt;Heard from CY that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; a "super viral causing sore throat going around" which when literally read it means the sore throat causes viral infection when it should be the other way round. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are here and here I am starting it off by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;falling&lt;/span&gt; ill. Good job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CMPB&lt;/span&gt;, go there for medical checkup and the other soon-to-be recruits transmit illnesses during the vocational test. Idiots should have just set another date for the medical check up if they were ill.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I was one of the fastest in completing the vocational tests which tested mostly on IQ. (Must mean I'm the smartest, the batch that started before me haven't even finished the test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pes&lt;/span&gt; B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will be assigned with a "Physical Employment Status" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PES&lt;/span&gt;) when you report to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CMPB&lt;/span&gt; for your medical Examination prior to your enlistment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It should be noted that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PES&lt;/span&gt; of an individual will determine his vocation while in service.The details of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PES&lt;/span&gt; are given below:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pes&lt;/span&gt; A Fit for all operational vocations (Full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BMT&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pes&lt;/span&gt; B Fit for most operational vocations (Full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BMT&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt; Fit for 4 months full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BMT&lt;/span&gt; (applicable only to obese recruits)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pes&lt;/span&gt; C Fit for some operational vocations (Modified &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;BMT&lt;/span&gt;)-Further subdivided into:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;PES&lt;/span&gt; C1 Required to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;IPPT&lt;/span&gt; but can be excused up to 2 static stations in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;IPPTPES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C2 Do not have to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;IPPT&lt;/span&gt; except Regulars who are required to take Alternative Aerobic Fitness Test (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;AAFT&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;PES&lt;/span&gt; C9 Servicemen not required to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;IPPTPES&lt;/span&gt; C grading will be followed by the L-Code (Land &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Deployability&lt;/span&gt; Code) as follows:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L1 Fit for field duties including front-line duty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L2 Fit for field duties but only in Unit HQ or rear areas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L3 Fit for operational duties at Bases only. Not fit for field duties / exercises&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Pes&lt;/span&gt; D Temporary unfit for grading and pending further review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Pes&lt;/span&gt; E Fit for administrative duties only-Further subdivided into:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;PES&lt;/span&gt; E1 Able to participate in simple observance parades and LIFE activities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;PES&lt;/span&gt; E9 Unfit for any form of physical activities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;PES&lt;/span&gt; E grading will be followed by the L-Code (Land &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Deployability&lt;/span&gt; Code) as follows:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L3 Fit for operational duties at Bases only. Not fit for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;fieldduties&lt;/span&gt;/exercises&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L9 Suitable for peacetime sedentary duties at Bases. Not fit for operational duties even in Bases&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Pes&lt;/span&gt; F Medically unfit for any form of service&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8355264481185833220?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8355264481185833220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8355264481185833220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8355264481185833220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8355264481185833220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-ill-and-i-dont-like-it.html' title='I&apos;m ill and I don&apos;t like it'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8694050687545924077</id><published>2008-05-13T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:25:28.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm long absence.</title><content type='html'>Hey its my 168th post, which is also the bus that I take to school everyday so this means that its time for some blogging. (Finally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was never in a blogging mood ever since ages ago. Everyday is the same routine, wake up, school, go home, play, sleep. Notice how homework never comes into the picture, its a wonder isn't it? I'm actually in a JC but not doing any homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway from where I last left off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the 22th of April the JC2s (my batch) organised a camp for the cca. I was one of the group facilitators and the theme for group naming was cartoon characters/heroes. So since I'm in group F, I decided to use Freakazoid, what better way to promote an OLD cartoon? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual camp stuff, camp games, my group was so dead on the 1st day. However, on the 2nd day, we pwned everyone. Overall we won 2nd prize out of all the other groups. Yay&lt;br /&gt;Facilitating a group is fun but I think I won't ever want to do such a thing ever again. Then again, where is the chance in Uni next time? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Today there was this nation-wide principal meeting that was carried out in my school today and will continue again on Thursday 15-5-08. Was eating lunch and then saw Mr EE Chye Heng walking past. I miss his funny acts. Anyway I was eating and ended up missing the chance to shout MR EE. Damn. Hopefully I get to meet him on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final note, I assure you all that my blog will not really go into another period of hibernation, I was just lazy. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over here I had extracted some interesting verses from somewhere last year, had a look around and finally decided that I should post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narrator&lt;/strong&gt;: You have laid your hands on the flower that everyone wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: &lt;/strong&gt;"No! I only.... brushed it once&lt;br /&gt;So that the seed within my heart can be made a perfect memory&lt;br /&gt;The feelings for that flower, I have put into words&lt;br /&gt;I had not even a speck of intention of harming the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narrator&lt;/strong&gt;: If there is no one there to question you, would that mean you could do anything?&lt;br /&gt;Would it change what has already happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narrator:&lt;/strong&gt; And yet, you came to desire the flower that you intended to give to another&lt;br /&gt;And when the time came, you wanted him to praise you - thus you gave him the flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: &lt;/strong&gt;I am a good girl, finding this beautiful flower. Aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;Shall I teach you how to take this flower too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narrator: &lt;/strong&gt;By these means, you struck with your kindness, "Show me the real you"&lt;br /&gt;Using the flower as your excuse, you approached him. Hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When have you last screwed up? You've always been looking to help others, but really the question is; Have you ever took a step back to re-evaluate the situation? Have you really helped or made it worse?&lt;br /&gt;What if you just thought that you've just brushed on the feelings on someone else, but your klutz had actually offended the person? Everyone should always think about what have they done, no need to frequently do so but at the very least do it once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you actually don't care? You ought to fuck yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Harold says from "Harold and Kumar: Escape from Guantanamo bay"&lt;br /&gt;It isn't just about Kumar, Kumar, Kumar and just Kumar. Wheres the Harold ?&lt;br /&gt;You aren't the reason why the world is spinning, so stop being egoistic and just take at look at yourself once in a while, you might actually discover some unhappiness from others over your acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point 2: People always tend to find stepping stones.&lt;br /&gt;You need help? Here, let me help you. (so that I can dump you in the sea after you have been used)&lt;br /&gt;Stop letting youself be taken advantage of, no one deserves to be on the losing end and NO, it doesn't mean you should take advantage of others too.&lt;br /&gt;Don't decieve just to get your way, it doesn't turn out good for the other parties involved. So what if you managed to get an A for a report or project when you just rode on the genius waves of your "friends"? (or even the moderation due to noob competitors.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg. Uni engineering test.&lt;br /&gt;China student: 56-60 %&lt;br /&gt;China student: A&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean 1: 15%&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean 1: A&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean 2: 5%&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean 2: B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more stepping on each other's heads just to cross the river, reach out your hand and support each other over. So what if the others suck, stop decieving them and saying "Oh, as long as the others suck, we can slack too" You should instead be having the "Oh, we all need to work harder even though this is already an A grade" attitude. Just when the fuck is 15% good for a test score? Stop dragging your friends down too, you suffer for your own mistakes. Its their choice if they ultimately want to join u and "suffer" together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, the world isn't about being just YOU, you and you. Its about you, him/her and me. Make the world a better place, help one another, treat others better and most importantly stop being fucktards.&lt;br /&gt;Working solo? Yea its possible, but whats your cost?&lt;br /&gt;Lonely hated fucker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8694050687545924077?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8694050687545924077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8694050687545924077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8694050687545924077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8694050687545924077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmm-long-absence.html' title='Hmm long absence.'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-75735917160306413</id><published>2008-04-14T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:41:47.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PW results</title><content type='html'>They were released on the 11th April. In case you are yet another blur person, PW stands for project work. Its the best addition to the education system ever since tables and chairs. My ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW has been a piece of shit. Seeing statistics from other JCs, Hwa Chong Institution did the best, 98.5% A. Then comes the major question, how did Innova do?&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Innova refused to comment on the PW results. Why am I not surprised?&lt;br /&gt;We go by the ratings A, B ,C, D. etc The average grade for Innova was shit 2 years ago, it was shitty again last year. Massive Cs and Ds last year, but however for this year it improved, by 0.005%. Isn't it cool? My class is the only class who did exceptionally well for PW, nearly everyone got an A and B. But hey, does that mean I got an A or a B? No fucknuts, my group's grades were C C C B. Chicken ccb.&lt;br /&gt;I got a C for my efforts and I am so pissed, yes we had all the same input factors, we all had the same teacher, we all had the same guidance and help. The person who put in the least effort, usually missing from PW meetings and etc. He got a B.&lt;br /&gt;What about the idiot who re-drafted the redraft of the drafted re-draft of the re-drafted draft? That poor guy called Chandru got himself a C for his efforts. Everyone in the group deserved the B, not just that 1 guy just because he presents better than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, naturally I would bitch about getting shit marks and all but, if it really was due to inability, then I concede defeat BUT I do know that the other majority of Cs and Ds produced bullshit, so what makes my group fall under bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what went wrong? I tell you what went wrong. Fook that ONE teacher out of three who were marking and viewing our presentation. Bitch, everyone whom was in the same room and under her did shittly. I looked at our reports and compared them with other groups, other schools and all. Mine definitely deserved an A or a B compared to those wastes of paper and bullshit content.Then what about the other groups' presentations? They were seriously sucky to the core, and no I'm not being sour, I'm just starting the facts.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what the fuck is Dota doing in a serious report for the A levels? Tell me how the hell did I get a C when the other guy who did that bullshit report also get a C? Seriously WHAT in the world is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of my groupmate who was bitching about the supervising tutor in charge of us last year. I personally think that the ST is great mainly because of his commitment and help, but hey hes just a human, he still does have bad points too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting from him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He is a BASTARD to start off with.... biased groupings... smart and hardworking people concentrated in certain groups.... I get ... friends ... slackers ... a ALL boys group ... What happened to equal rights for females? Why can a boy be a solo person in a group BUT not a girl?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the main gist is that, he hand picked the group full of ownage people based on grades and put them all in the top groups and left 4 slackers to the last group, my group. The worse thing a project group can be handicapped is by not having a girl in the group, and the ST actually told us that he can't put ONE girl into a group of boys. We knew he purposely picked this groupings. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I personally feel that even though the grouping is biased, it isn't justifying to group all the SMARTS together and SLACKERS together. Yes, we may slack but we are still bright, kinda, even the 2 indians in the group are bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway basically I'm rather unhappy with this current lifestyle/grades. I guess I should actually start working towards those goals that I've set for myself, the path to ownage is just waiting for me to step onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me, I dropped my handphone somewhere when I got off the bus just now. I was so scared some asshole would have picked my phone up then turned it off and sold it and blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway what happened was that when I got off the bus and wanted to make a call, then only I noticed my phone was not in my pocket. Bloody PE shorts, might as well not even make pockets right, anything that goes in will surely fall out. I got so scared then I quickly ran home with in 3 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called my phone, phew! It still could ring. Called my friend who was still on the bus to check if my phone was still lying around on the chair or something. Nope, phone not there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my phone again, then I was like "NOOOOOO" "The number you have just dialled is not available currently....." I tried again for around 10 times, same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Fook! I ran down to the bus stop again with my mother's phone. Searched the bus stop, couldn't find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just prayed a simple prayer and asked God for help. " God please help me find my phone" Then I just took out my mother's phone and tried calling my phone for the last time. IT RANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrayyyyy, and then a voice picked up. I was going "Yes!! thank you for finding my phone" then the guy said he was at tampines interchange. Yes he was still nearby! &lt;br /&gt;I went over and met up with this Indian NS dude who was around our age(18) returned my phone to me. It was a really cool indian dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God really does work in simple yet marvelous ways. :) Thank God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now swear to treat indian dudes better, for this week. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-75735917160306413?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/75735917160306413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=75735917160306413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/75735917160306413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/75735917160306413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/04/pw-results.html' title='PW results'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-2159395511190397476</id><published>2008-04-06T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:52:20.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey hey, I neglected this blog once again</title><content type='html'>Well, starting off from when I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I started playing tf2 again 2 weeks ago. 24th march and beyond. Played for Isaac's clan as the medic. Now tf2 seems nice for a competitive game that I would enjoy, the last was CS when I formed my fun-orientated clan, but failed due to my lazyness. At least a few of us still keep in contact time to time. =/ Well, maybe only two or three.&lt;br /&gt;Only thing preventing me from going full time competing/gaming is school and its shitload of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me, I had my recent major exam/test on the 7th, and the results have all come back around the same time I started playing TF2 again. Guess what? I failed every test except for Economics. How ironic, I used to pass all except for economics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its the lack of studies and not the excessive playing thats causing this downwards spiral of grades. Getting owned by teachers now. Chemistry teacher, also my form teacher, is giving me lots of work now, all in the name of improving grades or keeping past knowledge in check. I think its just a waste of time since the only problem is that I'm lazy to do work/revise often. I think I would end up rushing the work and learning at minimum efficiency. I'd rather play than waste time lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, shes also been giving negative remarks, Oh you 14 pointer lose to 18th pointer. &lt;br /&gt;"You failed all, even the 18 pointer pass 1 subject". "You don't work hard then whats the point? Sure lose out to the top 5 JCs, cannot go uni. waste your 2 years"&lt;br /&gt;"You fail, you become a cushion for the others, you fail they happy, that means 1 more chance for them to get A" "Might as well withdraw save your exam fees" "Go withdraw go poly then go get a job, fail A level can go nowhere"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Might as well just say "Go withdraw, I'm a bitch and I don't want you."&lt;br /&gt;Then again, shes a bitch but she wants me in the class. -_- Fickle-minded bitch&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm down for lots of extra lessons/homework. This means I'm coming home much later this month, maybe the next month too. Got to wait till the next major exam before I think I can even think of getting off the hook, provided I own it which I highly doubt so. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the date is 6th April 2008. Its a sunday thats ending and that sucks. Tomorrow, I have to get on bus 168, sleep, drool, wake up before I reach Innova, get off, step into Innova, get screwed, sleep some more, take 168 home and drool some more, then step home and relax, then sleep. Rinse and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think Im going back to my gaming state, Ps2, PC. I love man made distractions. I just got my hands on 3 games. If only I would stop giving myself more games to play, then I would actually look towards doing homework and revising. Bleh thats just me. Hopefully I complete all the 3 games before starcraft 2 comes out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget, 2 birthdays this week. &lt;br /&gt;4th april Goh Choon yee, Secondary school best friend&lt;br /&gt;5th april Goh Yu Xian, Current classmate&lt;br /&gt;Hmm both Goh's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-2159395511190397476?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2159395511190397476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=2159395511190397476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2159395511190397476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2159395511190397476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-hey-i-neglected-this-blog-once.html' title='Hey hey, I neglected this blog once again'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-6131162520084034048</id><published>2008-03-22T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T16:25:50.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot to do this in the previous post</title><content type='html'>Well, theres an upcoming game from EA that actually wouldn't be a crappy job thats half heartedly done, like Tiberium wars. I refuse to call it C&amp;amp;C3 mainly because its a stupid remake done just to earn money. They spoilt the storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway EA produces crappish games and etc, but now heres one thats actually worth playing, and best of all! The game is free. Don't know if there there will be cash items or such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battlefield : Heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYQP-uBijWg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYQP-uBijWg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cute as it can be, its actually a good advertisement, most adverts are formal and this is actually informal. Laugh at the mockery everywhere in the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Battlefield Heroes is a download for free, play for free, cartoon shooter, ... thats right, you don't visit a store, you don't enter your credit card details, and you don't download it on Bit Torrent. Its free"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at the piratebay mockery at 1.22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Battlefield Heroes is a cartoon shooter, this is a type of shooter that focuses on fun, accessibility, and not getting shot in the face repeatedly by a swearing, ultra-skilled 15 year old boy who plays the game every day for 8 hours."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the main reasons people quit games, poor community spirit and lifeless gamers. Quoting a line from another blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I found this line very humorous as well, because that is exactly what Battlefield 2 has turned into, and I'm glad they recognize the problem and can admit it. I used to play Battlefield 2 a lot, but at the end of the day I come home and put it on to play a nice fun game, and want to throw something at a wall 30 minutes later."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least EA is starting to make a smart move. I wish they did better for Tiberium wars. Oh and you retards who think u need to pay, just kill yourself please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I found a little post that was kinda sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefinalrollcall.us/stories/bye-bye.htm"&gt;Pfc. Jesse A. Givens drowned in the desert. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony and sadness. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-6131162520084034048?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6131162520084034048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=6131162520084034048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6131162520084034048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6131162520084034048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-forgot-to-do-this-in-previous-post.html' title='I forgot to do this in the previous post'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-6111133187370534504</id><published>2008-03-20T14:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T02:11:31.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just summing stuff up</title><content type='html'>This post is gonna be quite messy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asiaone.com/Just%2BWoman/About%2BMe/Columns/Story/A1Story20080222-50901.html"&gt;Oh, just throw on a camisole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Clarissa Oon&lt;br /&gt;21st Feb, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its basically a newspaper article on the dressing sense of Singaporean girls and criticising them on the prostitute-ish dressing styles. Basically this once again brings up the point that the writer probably did not do any proper research, probably just saw one or two then made a judgement. How the fuck can she be hired and paid to write newspaper articles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there are a few who seriously dress up like prostitutes, but hey, THEY ARE PROSTITUTES. Walk around at night in places and you can get China women walking up to you and saying prostitute lines. "You want me ten dollar?" "Condom Five dollah! No condom 15 dollah"&lt;br /&gt;Fuck off and go back China la. Stupid China prostitutes, Singapore got enough foreigners already. Not that I hate foreigners, but the numbers now are absurdly high. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans, if I can chose an analogy, we are the hard disk of a computer, the foreign talent are the megabytes you add to your storage capacity. So your computer never hangs because you got enormous storage capacity," - MM Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah this is an interesting quote from Singapore's Ministor Mentor Lee. Since our foreign talent is the megabytes, Singapore the hard disk, we Singaporeans must also be megabytes. The foreign prostitutes? Must be viruses, come here spread fucking AIDS and other STDs. Then what about those China robots? SPYWARE! Stupid robots come here screw up our educational system and go back to China to work. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate these listed types of foreign pollutants. Prostitutes, gangsters, inconsiderate tourists who litter our clean and green country. Yes, our CLEAN AND GREEN BEAUTIFUL CITY. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway since MM Lee is involved in this post, its going to be a sensitive post. No insults towards our foreign TALENTS whom we so welcome to take over our jobs because they can provide better quality service and such. They also are willing to be hardworking and work for LESSER pay while doing BETTER work than us, aren't foreign talents good? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/USs0abj0e3g&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/USs0abj0e3g&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a little TF2 video Isaac gave me and I tell you, one day I will be as pro as this guy, except that I will still probably have a life after reaching this skill level. Though I'm not implying this guy has no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I haven't really got much to post about this week. All my tests are finally over and I think I probably fail most of them. Me dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even made much progress on any of my goals, both the lifetime ones and the short term ones and I still wonder why am I not achieving anything. Silly me, I need to start first before I can achieve anything. &lt;br /&gt;Just as the saying goes; Even a journey of 1000 miles starts with a single step. I wish my first step for my journey would be a step on the accelerator of a car. I don't like time, time makes people forget and I never want to forget the stupid things that happened during 2006 and 2007. They were one of the best years ever. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-6111133187370534504?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6111133187370534504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=6111133187370534504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6111133187370534504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6111133187370534504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-summing-stuff-up.html' title='Just summing stuff up'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-5246429838116445250</id><published>2008-03-10T00:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:22:05.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>Its an evil thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are obsessed with something, you have both desire and the intention for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something interesting today from cell group.&lt;br /&gt;Whats the difference between desire and intention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desire: Want, yearn to have&lt;br /&gt;Intention: Willingness to act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally we want a change but we keep wondering why don't we change even though we know we need to change. Ahah! The problem is that there's only the desire to change, not any intention to change. So what we would need is intention but then there's also the problem of complacency. We all are complacent and don't like change, so why bother with change even if we desire to change? That's just being human, we are full of conflicting ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people are obsessed, they want something and feel that they must absolutely have it and thus they will do anything to get their goal. Its scary how obsession can ruin a person. Even simple obsessions can control anyone. Oh I want an A for mother tongue, but I didn't get an A! I want a distinction for mother tongue Oral but I got an A and a merit! Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe that's a little extreme. Something milder would be like "Mommy! Mommy! I want that sweet! I must have that sweet! Everyone else has tried that sweet once! MOMMY!"&lt;br /&gt;What would happen when Mommy refuses? Little Billy over here will start wailing and begging for that sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to see a mature person bounded by obsession, but it happens everywhere. "I NEED A GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND!" "I MUST HAVE THAT JOB POSITION" "I MUST HAVE THAT PERSON AS MY GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, those actually might be the immature people who are not acting right for their age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessions suck. After realising that you have no power to obtain that thing/person/job/whatever will normally cause depression or self-hate/pity. Only the truly matured and strong ones probably will be unaffected. As I would quote: "Life goes on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, here's my story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of "Young Immatures of Teenage" into the exhibition hall of a museum "College Life". I set my eyes upon a jewel. I &lt;strong&gt;desired&lt;/strong&gt; its beauty and immediately thought of plans to steal it from that prized glass casing. The exhibition would last around a week. I had a lot of time to formulate the perfect plan, the plan would be so flawless, so smooth, no one else would have thought of it, there will be no opposition, the jewel will be MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I entered the same exhibition hall. I saw the jewel once more in its spot and began to notice its surroundings, almost as if the jewel was looking at me and that I was too shy to return the gaze. I began to notice how light would shine on the jewel and the jewel reflecting it unto the walls, giving warmth to the whole room. I began making plans and hypothesizing as to how I would obtain that jewel and get away with it. The plan was set, it will be executed the following day during the exhibition itself, I would claim the jewel for MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back home to make preparations. Hours upon hours were spent reciting the plan to myself. As I laid back to relax, I thought of the plan, the jewel and its wonderful green glow. I had already begun making preparations to tell everyone of how I obtained this special jewel. Oh the beautiful jewel, its price escaping my lips. After hours of wonderful daydreaming and excitement I finally retired for the night with ecstatic thoughts of the jewel being there waiting just for ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered "College Life" yet again, this time with the &lt;strong&gt;intention&lt;/strong&gt; to remove the jewel from its prized glass casing, escaping through the roof, dodging the security and finally escaping in my helicopter. I skipped like a child, gleefully into the room and then I set my eyes upon the glass box where the beautifully crafted green jewel was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R9QRyG6ZgZI/AAAAAAAAACs/Cegos6VxRbQ/s1600-h/Glass+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175781424302227858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R9QRyG6ZgZI/AAAAAAAAACs/Cegos6VxRbQ/s200/Glass+box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan! Was it all for naught? WHERE IS MY JEWEL? I WANT IT!&lt;br /&gt;I had loved and lost, all on the same day. - Li-Ann. &lt;em&gt;The Leap Years(2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me, the strength of that very obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there would be anyone with a crazier and stronger obsession, that someone would be a loser, had gotten rejected twice by females who looked like males, fell out of a JC just to go into poly. That person will also be hated by all, loved by none, get spit on by others and have his ass kicked, in other words, a complete loser with negative social status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, where could you find such a loser in the world? Surely no one could be so miserable and fucked up, or is there someone just as pathetic as this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Any resemblances or similarities to anyone living or dead is PURELY coincidental and not meant to hurt anyone or anything. My ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I actually started this post at 12:00AM and finished typing it at 1:00AM exactly. Isn't that cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-5246429838116445250?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5246429838116445250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=5246429838116445250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5246429838116445250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5246429838116445250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/03/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R9QRyG6ZgZI/AAAAAAAAACs/Cegos6VxRbQ/s72-c/Glass+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-3304755361123922314</id><published>2008-03-07T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T22:33:15.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese A level results</title><content type='html'>Recieved today. Guess what? Worst than my O levels&lt;br /&gt;And knowing me, and knowing how Chinese is always my best subject. That surely doesn't bode well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol shit.&lt;br /&gt;Written paper : U&lt;br /&gt;Oral examination : U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw chinese. At least I'm not emotionally effected over this. I'm used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should put in more effort in studies now. CLB lessons after school 3 hrs a week i heard. Fucking waste of time if you ask me. I'd rather make sure my H2 all score A than study CLB. Why would I need to study for CLB? -_- Its not even gonna be difficult. Maybe it will be too easy. Whatever it is, I STILL MUST WRITE IRRITATING CHINESE ESSAYS. THAT SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crappy. I had been elated on Tuesday and Wednesday 4,5th march , Then suddenly recieved a huge shock on Thursday 6-3-08, then heres another shock on Friday 7-3-08. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this just to balance the happiness I had? Or so I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-3304755361123922314?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3304755361123922314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=3304755361123922314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3304755361123922314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3304755361123922314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/03/chinese-level-results.html' title='Chinese A level results'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-3617017223947263982</id><published>2008-03-07T00:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:28:44.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey I'm updating frequently</title><content type='html'>Its probably a bad sign, I got too much time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw stress and relations with people. People are just complicated messes of problems. Watching relations is like watching a mad man breaking tables and chairs. Its all the same, stuff gets broken, hearts, hopes, friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress sucks. I hate it when it gets dumped on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to experience yet another shocking news. I'm don't feel like announcing it on the blog. So here it goes in crypto-form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A first impression seems to define a person but yet, it doesn't, it could be a mask. That mask can even be really beautifully crafted but yet what is underneath? Something nicer? Something that needs to be hidden?&lt;br /&gt;Jobs too do not define a person. No matter how shocking it is, who knows? So what if you work in a frowned upon line of work? Its still money, easy money too. What does it say about you? Does it even say anything at all? Not all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm bothering too much about something that isn't even related to me. I guess its a stupid thing to be bothered by this. Hey, beautifully crafted masks on sale are always sold out fast. You can't be choosy, just get a nice one and make do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I hate discoveries - JQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-3617017223947263982?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3617017223947263982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=3617017223947263982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3617017223947263982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3617017223947263982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-im-updating-frequently.html' title='Hey I&apos;m updating frequently'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-2334934837355258286</id><published>2008-03-05T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:27:31.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reassurance</title><content type='html'>I'm not actually emo, previous "emo" posts were just for fun, for those that worry about me, I'm actually ok. I was just posting whatever comes to mind at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm reassuring you, my blog readers that&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm not emo&lt;br /&gt;2. I will never cut my wrists, its stupid.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm still straight and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;4. You all are still noobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day, thank you for choosing this fine service.&lt;br /&gt;JQ airlines will always be the number one choice for noobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Note: I've found somethings, in particular, 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-2334934837355258286?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2334934837355258286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=2334934837355258286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2334934837355258286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2334934837355258286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/03/reassurance.html' title='Reassurance'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-4262958001660745651</id><published>2008-03-04T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:47:00.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is screwed</title><content type='html'>I think I'm just screwing up my own life currently. Wee. I'm just too laid back about studying, cannot even bother to study even if I have a whole lot of free time. So far I've haven't passed any test this year and I think that if I continue at this rate, I might as well just withdraw now since its kind of wasting time, but hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wanting to go for uni right? Right now, I don't even know the answer already. I don't even know why I bother, I persue knowledge, give practical solutions to people who need answers, actually help people in ways, but yet I fail at applying them to myself. Why am I such a noob? :( How many people have I helped? around 5. How many times have I let that slip away from myself? probably more than 5. I wonder why can't I just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I can only look from far and observe. Why must the world be so complicated. Stupid side effects of the advancements in technology, blahblah -_- This is so crappy. Interconnected-ness but yet so disconnected. So close yet so far, I really hate it, as if God was playing a prank on me for the 3rd time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo-ness. Stupid trend thats so contagious, I refuse to fall for it, I only will walk by it and laugh at it in the face. But can I really do so? Its already begun taking its toll on me. I guess I thought that I'd already come a long way from my past, but have I really done so? I now think I haven't, I'm just a silly guy who is getting upset over silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. This time really sad already. Bad news aside. Heres the good news, I still won't cut my wrists! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has its ups and downs, cheer up for the better day will come, someday, sometime. Far from now, after you've forgotten this. - JQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-4262958001660745651?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4262958001660745651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=4262958001660745651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4262958001660745651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4262958001660745651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-screwed.html' title='Life is screwed'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-2827571499361972450</id><published>2008-02-28T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:08:15.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm I keep forgetting i should do picture posts once in a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R8afNCA2NiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6d422kxDz14/s1600-h/(MI)+OG+photo+Formal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171996268309132834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R8afNCA2NiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6d422kxDz14/s400/(MI)+OG+photo+Formal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orientation pic 2007. Meh, I regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R8afNyA2NjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/spY54LxYJvE/s1600-h/07S1+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171996281194034738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R8afNyA2NjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/spY54LxYJvE/s400/07S1+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R8afOCA2NkI/AAAAAAAAACE/HB4Gk4SMlP8/s1600-h/07s1+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171996285489002050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R8afOCA2NkI/AAAAAAAAACE/HB4Gk4SMlP8/s400/07s1+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R8afOyA2NlI/AAAAAAAAACM/JTSASbuI6h0/s1600-h/07S1+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171996298373903954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R8afOyA2NlI/AAAAAAAAACM/JTSASbuI6h0/s400/07S1+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my class in MI 2007 PAE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats the few class photos we took. I like this class, was full of fun people and memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R8ag6yA2NmI/AAAAAAAAACU/jYlZC5JUPOA/s1600-h/0712C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171998153799775842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R8ag6yA2NmI/AAAAAAAAACU/jYlZC5JUPOA/s400/0712C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, heres my formal and informal photos that are unedited. I'm just too lazy to scan the edited ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R8ag7SA2NnI/AAAAAAAAACc/IGCCIfZBBkA/s1600-h/0712C(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171998162389710450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R8ag7SA2NnI/AAAAAAAAACc/IGCCIfZBBkA/s400/0712C(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R8ag7iA2NoI/AAAAAAAAACk/V-o-ub1IU6s/s1600-h/whole+bunch+of+losers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171998166684677762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R8ag7iA2NoI/AAAAAAAAACk/V-o-ub1IU6s/s400/whole+bunch+of+losers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grad night 2006. I miss the fun we all had. lol We all are a bunch of silly people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. A picture says a thousand words. Now adays its really boring in school. Test here test there, conflict here, misunderstanding there. So much conflict. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remembering my previous post about how I should cut down on vulgarities? NABEI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stress now adays keep piling up. Stupid stuff keeps happening. Some things just can't be forced, NABEI how the hell do you expect people to come up with a plan for their life in just 1hour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, there are so many people I see, ignorant of the art of enjoying life. Work so hard for half of their life just to work some more and still get stressed, whats the point? Like to work so much might as well move to japan right. -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People normally will want to work hard to be able raise a family and enjoy time with their children but working for all your life just for the sake of work and the stress? What the fuck. Learn to enjoy life la omg, stressing own self out over work isn't cool. Unless someone finds work enjoying, then its probably a good thing to work. Then again, that kind of jobs not really well paying or no vacancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well, just lie down and relax. Stressing yourself out too much isn't something you should do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I say this, i need to stress myself to study. So far, I failed all tests this year, I need motivation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PENKNIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KNIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WRIST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNITE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together we form, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EMO-DUDE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-2827571499361972450?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2827571499361972450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=2827571499361972450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2827571499361972450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2827571499361972450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/02/hmm-i-keep-forgetting-i-should-do.html' title='Hmm I keep forgetting i should do picture posts once in a while'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R8afNCA2NiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6d422kxDz14/s72-c/(MI)+OG+photo+Formal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-9099012109970557604</id><published>2008-02-25T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:59:52.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I've haven't got a proper goal in life yet</title><content type='html'>So here's something in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should cut down on the usage of vulgarities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, another small reminder why I should be motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not working hard enough for my previous aims has caused me to fall short twice. First East View then Innova jc. Though I'm not saying these 2 places suck, actually the people and experiences are quite nice but then again, everywhere too gives its own nice experiences though there are the heartbreaking ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'm going to draw out my own timeline and review what I've done so far and what else I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sigh, I look at those who didn't hit their targets, they aren't sad. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They shot above their targets. Man, I want to be in a better school. Screw you stupid education system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate the abolishing of the water bomb games in JC around 2005 or 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing back a quote from my old post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A Tribute to a late blogger,The Orientation Water Bomb Game Codecheeky's Three Commandments of Junior College (JC) Orientation Water Bomb Games for guys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. Thou shall not waste your water bombs on your fellow brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. Thou shall conspire with your fellow brothers to wet as many chicks as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. Thine pursuit shall be relentless until objective (2) is met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to emo mode it is then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-9099012109970557604?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/9099012109970557604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=9099012109970557604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/9099012109970557604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/9099012109970557604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-ive-havent-got-proper-goal-in-life.html' title='Well, I&apos;ve haven&apos;t got a proper goal in life yet'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-6151837943140746895</id><published>2008-02-19T20:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T19:05:47.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KANINAMALAR</title><content type='html'>Thats a name belonging to an indian girl somewhere in Singapore. Very innocent name isn't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;Theres other weird names some of which I shit you not, Tan Chee Bong, Mr. Gay, Yagami (iamgay) backwards. The list can go on forever but what the heck, my post isn't all about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I stand by my point of view on the world, its a really fucked up place. Everywhere people are screwing up their lives but that isn't really what I'm driving at in this post. That I'm getting at is that the fact is that they get so bored of screwing up their own lives, they decide to screw up the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly the prime examples are the main polluters of the world, slowly killing others off but people can't be bothered just because it is happening at a slow rate. Well, if you want to know more, go find some environmentalist website or something, I'm not going to bother explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the fuckers you meet in life. Everyone probably has someone that they have disliked at any point of their life, so everyone should get what I mean. They fuck you up whenever they get the chance or at least attempt to.&lt;br /&gt;Eg. Biased higher ups, friends turned backstabbers, cheebai kias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No use whining about them anyway, nothing you can do about them except watch them fuck themselves over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been irritating. People are irritating, studies are irritating. Valentine's day has really stupid. Its affecting the people around us and the arising love problem or questions are kind of extending even till now. I mean, its just a day to commemorate Saint Valentines and yet the social norm is "Lets all think aobut love more. Hmmm, now I'm emo! help me!" Everyone doesn't really know what is it truely about, even I don't. Even so, I do know that it isn't all about OMG DATES!1!! FLOWERS! CHOCOLATES! GIRLS! You silly ignorant people out there, I look down upon you and frown.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&gt;:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If this continues, the so called "love problems" will escalate into emo-ism, of which the trend has slightly died down. You see, these "love problems" are simplified into 2 things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. You have someone in mind but don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You want someone or anyone and will just freak people out by going after anyone near you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever noticed how many people lose friendships over valentines due to a failed attempt to "date" someone? Rushed "love" is one of the worser cases, SERIOUSLY people, figure out if its love or just a crush or you will end up making unwanted babies or broken hearts. Damn you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Anyway heres some stuff that I think are worth mentioning that happened this week.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that somebody is in TP design. I'm WANTING to find someone in tp design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised my life is boring and I'm moving towards the life of a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens, everytime, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's law: Anything that can go wrong, will—at the worst possible moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have much happening in my boring life so my posts tend to be of my thoughts now a days, I blame my boring school. Oh Oh, I just remembered, the new JAE JC1 batch now has slightly more chio girls than the PAE intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROOVY! - Earthworm Jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-6151837943140746895?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6151837943140746895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=6151837943140746895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6151837943140746895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6151837943140746895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/02/kaninamalar.html' title='KANINAMALAR'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-7624162960427526309</id><published>2008-02-14T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T00:49:03.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every now and then theres that feeling that comes along</title><content type='html'>Oh and its not love in the air even though I'm posting on valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the feeling that studying is shit even though I know it is a must-do thing in order to not study in the future after graduating. I am loath studying now, I've never loathed studying before, always didn't really care much about it though I have the talent to soak knowledge up with minimum effort. Now its requiring more effort and more time from me and all I ever want to say to studying is "Fuck you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to yet another point, either I'm stressing out or everyone/everything really pisses me off now adays. I keep getting angry over small matters or just terribily irritated. Im hoping its just because I hear stupid questions or I have to do simple things for people who can't understand or do the simple stuff. I hope it isn't because I'm breaking down or what shit. This lets me realise I'm actually one of the few who look forward to going to NS. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need motivation, and my school ain't giving me much, other than my teacher who is great but a bastard at the same time. Where else can you find a teacher who is a good teacher, as good as a friend and a fellow student and a bastard?&lt;br /&gt;RJC -&gt; IJC&lt;br /&gt;Its great that that transfer took place xD, no evil pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;I need that motivation to study just like the one that made me choing slightly more for the O levels. Though I can't say I did a super good job, ending up in this faraway JC. I just need a reason to study, a stupid one also can, maybe even stupider than my O level motivation thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nutbunnies! That was so stupid. - Freakazoid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-7624162960427526309?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7624162960427526309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=7624162960427526309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7624162960427526309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7624162960427526309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/02/every-now-and-then-theres-that.html' title='Every now and then theres that feeling that comes along'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-3889567862347208134</id><published>2008-01-31T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T01:30:38.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why settle for best when you have second best?</title><content type='html'>Then comes the next question, Why settle for best when you have third best? and then down the line and some time later.&lt;br /&gt;My new question to you would be "Why settle for last when you can be first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people now a days so complacent? Its seriously irritating when you can obtain something but yet because of the other's complacency, you can't get it because it is unavailable thanks to that complacency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just like the demand and supply of a good, the demand super high, supply super low. What you get? A highly valued good, and yet? The supplier sells it off at the minimum price instead of the maximum price. Stupid right? Thats what I see on the streets everyday, in exam halls everytime and especially in Singanoobpore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm another victim of this complacency and a guilty one of it too. I know that I can do well in many various areas, but yet I'm too lazy to do anything about it. Its probably because of how I grew up, screw you EVSS. lol. So little pressure to soar above the rest. Even though, I don't regret my neighbourhood schooling nor the fact that I purposely didn't want to be the best for certain reasons, nor the fact I can't do something such as typing out what should actually be here instead of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort zone, we all have it. We don't like change, unless its for the better. Even if its a slight change but not really very beneficial to ourselves, we are lazy to change, thats complacency for you. I hate the status quo thingy that everyones loves and wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I guess my grades aren't going up as I thought. Too much play. I'm a complacent boy and I love my status quo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To maintain the status quo is to keep the things the way they currently are. Also meaning "the state of things as it was before."&lt;br /&gt;Complacent - contented to a fault with oneself or one's actions, self-satisfied and unconcerned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-3889567862347208134?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3889567862347208134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=3889567862347208134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3889567862347208134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3889567862347208134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-settle-for-best-when-you-have.html' title='Why settle for best when you have second best?'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-4531533179948309141</id><published>2008-01-28T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:44:36.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finaly another update</title><content type='html'>I'm getting more and more lazy to update my blog these days, can't say its school but I think its more of the entertainments that distract me, games... Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered another lesson my uncle was telling me about. Friends are not always the ones you can rely on. Not all that is. There are different types of friends, those that will stick with you through wind and rain, those that will desert you on the first sight of trouble and finally those that will push you all the way down just to get to the top.&lt;br /&gt;You can never rely on all of your friends throughout your whole life not all of them will stick with you, though I'm not saying that you shouldn't make friends. Even though I think I could be the deserter type of friend.&lt;br /&gt;Well, no story, just a life lesson. Try to make friends that will stay and help you in troubled times. Then another important one, don't be those asshole friends who will elbow their way to success. Money is what makes the world go round. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a days school is really stressful and taxing on me both physically and mentally. So tired during school, can't keep myself awake. I can't even focus my thoughts at times. If only I had more determination. Ah well. At least I'm improving in grades and physical strength a bit at a time. Can pia 5 pull ups now. Last time can't even do 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-4531533179948309141?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4531533179948309141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=4531533179948309141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4531533179948309141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4531533179948309141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/01/finaly-another-update.html' title='Finaly another update'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-4611631636947267135</id><published>2008-01-12T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:32:58.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you not heard? Have you not seen? Have you not known?</title><content type='html'>Just a random phrase thats been in my head for the past whole 2 months. I just felt that I needed to use it as the blog title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged since I went to Malaysia. Thats really long. Quite alot of things have happened during the course of these weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Malaysia for 2 weeks as a yearly tradition of visiting relatives. This means that I don't really go out and have fun in Malaysia, eg. sight seeing, shopping. My entertainment consists of playing with my 3 cousins and listening to my uncle talk to me about nearly anything and everything. Well, had quite some fun this time round since I bought those airsoft guns in Malaysia and played with it there. Though Singapore banned it, I guess I can't bring it back to Singapore can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For this trip, my uncle talked to me often about topics in life, mainly because me and my brother were the only ones in the living room at 1am. I find it interesting and nice since hes the only one in my mother's side of the family with a rather strong grasp of English for a Malaysian, not that I am insulting them but I think my blog readers get the point. Either way, hes the uncle that talks to me most compared to my other uncles and aunties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He told me about his life in his younger days, when he was studying in a private college in Malaysia for his A' levels which was a big thing in the past, around the 1980s I guess. He was 1 of those big time Ah bengs in the school at that time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He would eat his food in the lectures if it was after a break because it was kind of the trend of the bengs there at that time. He would take a seat in the first row of benches and put his bowl on the table then eat in front of the lecturers. No one would dare sit beside or near him other than his group of bengs lol. Sometimes when a guy just sat a few seats away from him and he would stare at the guy and the guy would just move off, he had an aura of absolute fear. That was kind of funny according to him. The lecturer usually would tell him that he wouldn't really care what my uncle does in his lecture, except that he shouldn't disturb the others who want to listen during the lecture. My uncle also revealed that the staff didn't really care about the discipline as long as you paid your school fees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there were the other funny stuff. There was once his friend who just took off his shirt after a soccer game during a break. He then washed his hair in the water cooler which was in front of the whole canteen. Imagine the picture of a half naked guy with soccer socks pulled up to knee level, soccer boots and shinguards, soccer gear etc. washing his hair in a water cooler in front of the school. Then my uncle told me what he said to his friend, "OI! Isaac you siao ah wash hair infront of everyone." Then it became a joke he cracks to me every now and then, suddenly will just tell me "Go study hard when u go to school, Don't be like my friend, siao one wash hair in water cooler infront of everyone."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there was another incident. There was this party or something in the school and he and his group of friends volunteered to prepare and give out drinks on that day. Obviously they didn't volunteer just because they wanted to. They took sleeping pills and put it into the mix of drinks that day just because they wanted to laugh at everyone drink then fall asleep. Siao ppl lol. Then the first time they throw in a handful into the drink then pass it around. They all were so happy, running around offering people drinks. Then they sat down and watched for some time, nothing. So the next mix of drinks they pour the whole bottle in, then they ran around offering drinks as usual and sat down to watch. Some time later, lo and behold, nothing happened again and for the whole party nothing ever did happen. So dissapointing but a funny recount anyway. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then his orientation the first day got someone expelled. First day of school so fast expelled. The story is that it so happens that there was this girl who brought her boyfriend to the orientation. Then they were caught having sex in a car just outside the school. My uncle: "That girl must be crazy one, bring boyfriend to school to have sex then got expelled. Crazy one" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was also telling me about how much he played around and fooled around during those days, then came the grim truth. So what if u are the most feared person in the school? Everyone either scared or look up to you or whatever. You miss out on education and you might not even be very successful in life. My uncle's friends now have those low paying jobs, taxi driver, those low paying jobs and etc. Anyway my uncle skipped his A levels to play with my other uncle(england relative) when he went over to Malaysia to visit. My uncle says he could work as something better but now hes a plumber because of that playful time. I still think he is doing well anyway, but everyone has dreams don't they?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like stories from my uncle lol. Makes me laugh every now and then thinking about it but still it also reveals more about life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I came back to Singapore on the 27th. Then the guys organised field soccer on the 28th. I remember my body was still aching during the week in Malaysia. Heh. Anyway I went and played field soccer at the same place in TP with everyone. We kinda let up terribly, but it was fun either way. &lt;/p&gt;Then came the time when school started, I was late on my first day. School now seems crappy, so many things to do this year and homework is piling up. Im getting bombed by homework.&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the JC1s this year seem like a nerd batch, its only the second week of PAE and they are studying like suckcocks. I can't think of a better term. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that also means minimum chiobus. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post seems damn rather long. Oh and I nearly forgot. Merry Christmas and a happy new year. Even though its damn late for me to say it now.&lt;br /&gt;I shall now retire from blog posting for now. I shall also put blogging on haitus as Innova is a very fucking boring school. Yes, that fufills having a vulgarity in a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case I don't see you later, good afternoon, good evening, and good night! - Jim Carrey in The Truman Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little thought: Is it a good or bad thing that I don't have a sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I didn't get anyone any present, thats a typical me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-4611631636947267135?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4611631636947267135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=4611631636947267135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4611631636947267135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4611631636947267135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-you-not-heard-have-you-not-seen.html' title='Have you not heard? Have you not seen? Have you not known?'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8609973570116372845</id><published>2007-12-19T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:59:18.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is fucked up</title><content type='html'>People like W**T*** need a fucking reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;im fucking going to punch his teeth out if he still decides he wants to be a fucktard. going to help him with his bucktooth. seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is screwed and no one wants to do anything else but screw it up more.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you walk down the street, everyone minds their own business ya? Thats the modern life, we have been taught to push others down so that we may rise to the top. No more of the "one for all all for one", its now "all for self, self for self". Not many people care for others anymore, the few that do are very appreciated. Great and noble people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading about life around in the world is really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I won't be around till the 27th and I'm not buying presents as usual =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8609973570116372845?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8609973570116372845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8609973570116372845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8609973570116372845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8609973570116372845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/12/world-is-fucked-up.html' title='The world is fucked up'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8769105468687136881</id><published>2007-12-18T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:34:20.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field soccer at TP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROCKED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day even though 406&amp;amp;408 lost to 407 8 - 11. As hakim says 407 got "imported players" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun anyway, winning or losing doesn't matter. We need more field soccer =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to post about it, but I hate muddy fields. Rained half way during the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8769105468687136881?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8769105468687136881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8769105468687136881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8769105468687136881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8769105468687136881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/12/field-soccer-at-tp.html' title='Field soccer at TP'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-1118552828932019613</id><published>2007-12-13T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:01:54.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes its best you sit down once in a while and reflect</title><content type='html'>So thats whats its all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put your right foot in&lt;br /&gt;You put your right foot out&lt;br /&gt;You put your right foot in,&lt;br /&gt;And you shake it all about.&lt;br /&gt;You do the Hokey-Pokey,&lt;br /&gt;And you turn yourself around.&lt;br /&gt;That's what it's all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone surely has experienced nasty people in any point of their lives, parents, relatives, cousins, strangers, colleagues, schoolmates, classmates, friends, ex-wife/husband/girlfriend/boyfriend and last of all ex-friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situations include nasty remarks, break ups, brawls, crying, murder/manslaughter and the most serious of all, suicides. Often credited to emotional breakdowns, mental breakdowns and finally total loss of the mind. Some people see the easy way out as suicide, though it has been widely disputed that it isn't the easiest way out. I disagree, it is the easiest way out for the person, albeit foolish and moreover it isn't easy for the person's family and loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example a primary school kid that has never even experienced life yet, always aces tests and exams, the model pupil. The kid's parents thus have high expectations of the kid to continue to ace the class or even the school. Then one day, the kid experiences what we Singaporean students know mostly as "bloody hard test lah, all sure fail" The kid gets back his score and is depressed and proceeds to take his own life.&lt;br /&gt;Familar story? This was a recap of a extremely similar story in the 1990s. I heard saw the newspaper article when I was still schooling in primary school. I guess 1998?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this isn't the main message that I wish to bring across through this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a nasty experience with nasty people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres a nasty experience I have encountered once and yet once again up till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in primary 3, I met this boy who was primary 3 too. We made good friends, best friends. Buddies.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day in primary 4, he suddenly becomes what we know as "an enemy" He suddenly treats me like I have never met him before. Then starts being nasty, hurling stones, staring giving an angry face everytime, but just not saying what exactly happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and wondered "Why did that nasty situation happen? His fault? Her fault? My fault?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it and up till today, I have no idea why that happened. The only thing I can come up with is "Did he get mad just because I didn't talk to him for a few days? (We were never even in the same class before)" I guess people are just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one just happened about a month ago. Bumpy relationship with a friend whom I befriended for 3 years. Finally seemed to have ended. I still don't know whether its because of the times I poked fun at him. Sensitive fellow. I still remember when he tried to enter into my life and my friends, I didn't stop him, now he got himself burnt and decides that he doesn't want me in his life anymore. This person is seriously petty and takes offence at even the smallest remark. I mean, how the hell can you be angry for over a month at a good friend? Childish acts. I wonder why must people be so full of pride. Snobs.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've been too harsh on this guy. But if he refuses to listen to explanations or doesn't even have the mind to forgive. Too bad! Not to harp on my own strings but hes missing out on my friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sat down and wondered "Why did that nasty situation happen? His fault? Her fault? My fault?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people usually see it in their own way, in other words "I AM ALWAYS CORRECT, EVEN IF EVIDENCE IS AGAINST ME"&lt;br /&gt;These people need to be slapped, stuck on a pole and roasted over a fire.&lt;br /&gt;Then another senario would be the "Nah I don't care, it happened and so it happened, I don't give a damn." Assholes? People with too many matters on their hands at the moment? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second long post in 3 days. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-1118552828932019613?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1118552828932019613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=1118552828932019613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1118552828932019613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1118552828932019613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-its-best-you-sit-down-once-in.html' title='Sometimes its best you sit down once in a while and reflect'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-1510143740334756957</id><published>2007-12-12T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T17:45:33.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These days are rough part 2</title><content type='html'>Well, most of the previous post was done at 2am. So if u guys can't catch my train of thought, its understandable. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than the chalet and reunion dinner I have been rained upon by weird situations and sudden stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's rather messed up now adays, no not the perverted way you perverts. What I would mean is that its been emotionally stressing for me these days. Surge of anger, surge of WTFness, laughter. They keep coming and going these days, I blame stories, books, articles, people AND niggers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of the WTF-ish post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-1510143740334756957?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1510143740334756957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=1510143740334756957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1510143740334756957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1510143740334756957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/12/these-days-are-rough-part-2_12.html' title='These days are rough part 2'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-3205699413001786260</id><published>2007-12-12T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T01:58:22.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These days are rough</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated in a long time. I forgot about my blog, must be what I keep reading that takes my mind off the world and its evils, then again, what I read is about the evils of the world. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Probably you guys haven't guessed it, Scambaiting.&lt;br /&gt;I was rather caught up reading about it for weeks, for your info I did scambaiting once in 2005. It wasn't really anything majorly funny, just a good laugh for about a minute. For all of you who don't have the slightest clue what is scambaiting, just google it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it isn't what everyone will laugh at, quite a number of you who read this blog probably will find it distasteful or just a waste of your time. Can't blame you, not everyone has the same humor as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way heres what else I have been up to other than laughing myself silly with scambaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my class chalet on the 6th to the 8th at downtown east. The one beside Escape™. Well, we did a lot of stuff, fun incidents, weird incidents but overall enjoyable ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, reached there at around 5.45pm. Ate dinner then joined the rest. Played a bit of PS2, cards, more specifically, "Daidi" Then we went for a bit of walking about in pasir ris park, from the chalet to the playground about 1km away? Then we were supposed to meet up with Daryl at around, 10pm? Then we got carried away climbing around on the spider web in the playground and fooling around with nearly everything. Reached back much later hehe. Then we all fell asleep. Sleeping on first day of chalet is weird, Daryl agreed. But, Josh psped the whole night, seriously. PSP the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Slightly eventful, more yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, Escape theme park in early morning, good thing there were free tickets, I never want to pay for Escape. "Best theme park in Singapore"&lt;br /&gt;JQ: Because its the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; theme park. -__-&lt;br /&gt;Went around on most rides, queued up for the Go-Karts but since we wanted to have all 7 of us on the same go, we gave our queue up 3 times. THEN IT &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FUCKING RAINED. Fuck!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, all good things have to come to an end right? At the BEST times, good things end. I experienced it once, twice and once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to get into the little details, yep, no sireee, I'm not telling you my past since its not the "ITS MY PAST" post. YES, get that right! This is the "WHAT HAPPENED RECENTLY" post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back and basically, we watch a bit of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ROADRUNNER, LAZYTOWN.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Kids central stuff. Somebody's favourite shows, namely Andrew. We kind of did most of that all the way till 5-6 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started to defrost and wash the food, etc. I helped defrost the fucking ice brick chicken wings/drumsticks a little and the ice block prawns too.&lt;br /&gt;Then we rented bikes with shitty back breaks but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FUCKING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; powerful front brakes. As Isaac says "Good for supermans (stunts)"&lt;br /&gt;Then had bbq, usual stuff. Cook, eat, fire won't start, start it again, Lives for 10 minutes then dies. At least we did 2 pits at a go, first pit lived, even though the heat was strong but the charcoal seemed like dying, 2nd pit lived, died, live, died.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to cycle with a few peeps for a short while just because of two reasons. The food was taking long to cook. =x We also had let the cooks eat too, coz we kept eating and eating but not cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12am.&lt;br /&gt;Came back and played uno and ate more half cooked prawns. Yummeh! :) Then went off to cycle as a group, leaving 1 bike behind because 1 guy had to leave suddenly, Wai Kit. Suddenly everyone decides to that they want to cycle to east coast park from pasir ris park. That seemed mad.&lt;br /&gt;We cycled half way and my handle breaks. Whats funny is it snapped in the wrong direction. It snapped upwards instead of downwards. Why the FUCK, did it even break in the first place is beyond my understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the chalet and took the extra bike, on the way back saw 1 &lt;em&gt;mat&lt;/em&gt; and an &lt;em&gt;ah beng&lt;/em&gt; fighting in the middle of the road just outside downtown east. Fucking idiots. The ah beng kena own the by mat and his 2 friends got to help him get out of trouble. Whole mat gang standing at the side ready to pounce in on them 3 bengs and they still so slow to get out of there. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to cycling, we all cycled all the way to bedok reservoir + 2 km by the path of the park connectors. Total was a 9km trip. We stopped half way because Jia Hao fell while zooming down a hill. Passed by my house on the way, FeedtheWorld's house too, I can't remember why I didn't shout for a faggot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended at around 4am. Then went to watch the sunrise on those stone places at the beach. Didn't catch it coz was blocked by trees/clouds. :(&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Total ride: 18km. That was a mad and wild fucking day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, Go home Nothing else u want me to say right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm, Met Prabu and Harith to go to Tampines Primary School Reunion Dinner. Was a nice reminiscence for us, all the classrooms we were in, the pond with the fishes. They are still there! I love the school. Too bad that it has to be torn down for a better one. I'm sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner and the events were quite nice though we didn't win any of the table games. Our table was supposed to have 6 people, 4 of us. Me, Prabu, Harith, Amirul (Harith's friend) and two guys from our batch. But those 2 losers, instead of talking to us, went and joined another table of 8 from our batch too. Idiots, even Harith and Amirul knew 1 of them but he still didn't talk. Asscrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the event was actually the lucky draw. 4 of us bought the tickets at the same time so heres our numbers 072-075. I was 074, Prabu 075 but I cant remember what numbers Harith and Amirul were.&lt;br /&gt;First prize : Creative MP3 2gb&lt;br /&gt;MC: ZERO!&lt;br /&gt;JQ: GOT HOPE!! :D&lt;br /&gt;MC:SEVEN!&lt;br /&gt;JQ:OH MY GOODNESS THERE IS FUCKING HOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC *points to me*: Whats your name?&lt;br /&gt;JQ: Jun Qiang (THERE IS FUCKING HOPE FUCKHINGFUCKGIHFDHHOPEFUCK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC: Jun Qiang, please shake the hand of the guy wearing dark blue(prabu) on your left and tell him "YOU JUST WON A CREATIVE 2GB MP3 !"&lt;br /&gt;JQ: PRABU U ROCK *cb kuai lan me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Prabu anyway :) Hes so damn lucky&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is wondering who is Prabu, PLEASE refer to the top of this page, He is the cute indian boy at the first row from the bottom sitting at the far right. Yes, its that cute little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the end of my fucking long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realisation: I suddenly like to use the word fuck in my blog posts alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-3205699413001786260?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3205699413001786260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=3205699413001786260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3205699413001786260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3205699413001786260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/12/these-days-are-rough.html' title='These days are rough'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-3179080051130477746</id><published>2007-11-28T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:23:52.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too lazy</title><content type='html'>Im too lazy to do a proper update but heres something to show I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R01dO66F8qI/AAAAAAAAABs/xVqUF-92ZP0/s1600-h/flamethrowerteakillers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137865260812071586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R01dO66F8qI/AAAAAAAAABs/xVqUF-92ZP0/s400/flamethrowerteakillers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-3179080051130477746?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3179080051130477746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=3179080051130477746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3179080051130477746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3179080051130477746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/11/too-lazy.html' title='Too lazy'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/R01dO66F8qI/AAAAAAAAABs/xVqUF-92ZP0/s72-c/flamethrowerteakillers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-1286609486237578944</id><published>2007-11-17T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T15:11:56.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is not a Spectator Sport</title><content type='html'>I wonder how long have I neglected this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if its just me or am I starting to put random phrases with random meanings as my post titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays have started for me, nothing much special happening, playing games all the way, computer, soccer. Speaking of which. Today had quite a nice long time of soccer with the usual people :). Waking up at 8 am just to be early for the 12pm soccer game at the hidden court. Heh, I remember sleeping at 4 am the night before too. We played from 1pm till 4.30pm. It was fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about the holidays, my current life reminds me of the holidays after O levels. Was feeling super &lt;u&gt;fucking&lt;/u&gt; great at first, then it just died slowly. I remember how pumped up I was after O levels, I remember when, I also remember why I was pumped up too... Hah, the stupid reasons. It kept me going all the way till december too. I really miss the past, even though I know there were sad moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back about the past, I've done quite many silly things. I can't really believe I've made it this far, even more than the current things I've achieved thus far. Getting into a JC.. Promoting... Completely controlled myself over certain matters that I couldn't even get over in secondary school. Then again maybe its my new enviroment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really done a normal post for a long time. So I guess this is kind of the first one I've done in ages. Maybe its because I actually forgot why I made this blog, to rant and further improve my english beyond what it is now. Anyway I think I'll get on about that in my next post before this gets too long for there will be pictures which are LONG overdue, and I really do mean mean long, since its been about 1 year. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/Rz_jga6F8nI/AAAAAAAAABU/vhVvLYJPEB8/s1600-h/Guys+at+entrance.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134072246343955058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/Rz_jga6F8nI/AAAAAAAAABU/vhVvLYJPEB8/s400/Guys+at+entrance.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture my camera took and its second last photo during grad night. I hate my camera's battery life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/Rz_kOa6F8oI/AAAAAAAAABc/bensvMqGZe0/s1600-h/102_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134073036617937538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/Rz_kOa6F8oI/AAAAAAAAABc/bensvMqGZe0/s400/102_0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond's house after a soccer gathering. Somewhere in december 2006. Yes thats a long time ago. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/Rz_k6K6F8pI/AAAAAAAAABk/bBjZQRI-YSI/s1600-h/Class+photo+(literally)+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134073788237214354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/Rz_k6K6F8pI/AAAAAAAAABk/bBjZQRI-YSI/s400/Class+photo+(literally)+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally a class photo. I think it was on teacher's day 2006. I can't remember i got it from who.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-1286609486237578944?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1286609486237578944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=1286609486237578944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1286609486237578944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1286609486237578944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-is-not-spectator-sport.html' title='Love is not a Spectator Sport'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/Rz_jga6F8nI/AAAAAAAAABU/vhVvLYJPEB8/s72-c/Guys+at+entrance.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-3704135863216709216</id><published>2007-11-04T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:12:56.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes you tick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Finding out what makes a person tick would be interesting and probably challenging. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently I got back my report card slip or w/e. Well its rather ok since I passed enough subjects to promote. Rather surpised by these results too, thought I would fail more but great! I passed woot. Reminds me of the past when I get even shittier results and still move on. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The clock ticks as shit happens. It doesn't give a damn about anything. Except oily gear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder how many things have I missed my whole life, playing games seem to make me forget that theres no "save game" to fall back to after a mistake. I can't restart whatever I done wrong. Haiz, looking back I see so much that can be improved. I really want that restart button. Even with effort only a small fraction of stuff can be salvaged. If there was time travel, how nice would it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres that feeling that somethings that should have worked out didn't work out. Every now and then, it comes along and strikes me on the forehead. Damn. Just because of some lack of effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been crypto talking so long. Its hard to just type out what I really mean... So a summary would be "I've been thinking about what I've done so far and whats been happening. I guess it would all turn out fine after a quick nap. And the world is unfair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post. Byebye &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-3704135863216709216?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3704135863216709216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=3704135863216709216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3704135863216709216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3704135863216709216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-makes-you-tick.html' title='What makes you tick?'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-4532744856808665329</id><published>2007-10-27T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:21:38.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID QUESTIONS GET STUPID ANSWERS</title><content type='html'>If u haven't got the hint already. Heres the message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop asking stupid fuck questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of stupid questions. Don't know why must people keep flooding me with such questions this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-4532744856808665329?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4532744856808665329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=4532744856808665329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4532744856808665329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4532744856808665329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/10/stupid-questions-get-stupid-answers.html' title='STUPID QUESTIONS GET STUPID ANSWERS'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8607633291314913516</id><published>2007-10-24T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:28:13.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its another time of pent up anger/feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fish. A good enough substitute for the f word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays damn pissed with everything, possibly due to school or some other shitty things. I wonder if its because my tolerance has dropped alot or its because of the retarded things I keep needing to go through. Bleh, I need my break and its still fishing 2 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been using the fish alot to slap people these days, I wonder if its because of the idea that the fish is an overused crude tool to cause hurt. Maybe its just the fishy people out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway not all is going bad for me though. At least now Im finding more time to relax, the irony eh?&lt;br /&gt;Im reaching home from school at times that are unbelievable. 3pm ^_^ Impossible when u are in innova isn't it? Yea fish this school, at least I have more time to "rest" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day all these pent up pressure is going to blow up, hopefully it blows up somewhere safe. I need alot of time off, fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This probably was going to be a rant post and bore u people who actually read this to death. So I shall post up my current class photo since many were waiting for it lol.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/Rx8x7VLdolI/AAAAAAAAABE/nlY1czvrxK4/s1600-h/0712C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124869796338180690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/Rx8x7VLdolI/AAAAAAAAABE/nlY1czvrxK4/s400/0712C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Has anyone seen a withdrawal form before? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/Rx83V1LdomI/AAAAAAAAABM/vP3kqq9uK34/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124875749162852962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/Rx83V1LdomI/AAAAAAAAABM/vP3kqq9uK34/s400/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8607633291314913516?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8607633291314913516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8607633291314913516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8607633291314913516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8607633291314913516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-another-time-of-pent-up.html' title='Its another time of pent up anger/feelings'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/Rx8x7VLdolI/AAAAAAAAABE/nlY1czvrxK4/s72-c/0712C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-2836638329117281181</id><published>2007-10-14T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:36:21.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritants</title><content type='html'>One day i might just blow up because of this pressure -_-. Irritating people/things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your own decisions la stop asking me stuff that you can answer yourself. WTF its as if you are asking me "Hey can I go toilet?". Fuck u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only provide advice and not answers to all your questions. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;But still this is only a rant against those habits and not the person lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools so damn stressing too, results and all coming out, crappy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I might get retained. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;, and its a big IF and its scary. Better start planning my future and start studying hard. I hate wasting time =/ Ah well, better start working towards my future now, better than sitting down and doing nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-2836638329117281181?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2836638329117281181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=2836638329117281181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2836638329117281181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/2836638329117281181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/10/irritants.html' title='Irritants'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-4596447103836315127</id><published>2007-10-05T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T22:08:22.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil is fun</title><content type='html'>lol Being evil can be fun when you have sadist behaviours or personalities. Causing trouble sometimes can be fun. hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the havoc and mess that I started. Heh, an accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can be such an asshole. And being assholes are fun. Discovering facades, exposing facades. hah. Well at least some things will never change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I wonder what it would have been like if I didn't start a mess. Guess I'll never know, I already did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-4596447103836315127?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4596447103836315127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=4596447103836315127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4596447103836315127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4596447103836315127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/10/evil-is-fun.html' title='Evil is fun'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-3138600788438012590</id><published>2007-09-28T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:38:24.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>1. (the person who tagged you is) -&lt;br /&gt;Harith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (your relationship with him/her is) -&lt;br /&gt;My always cheerful and happy friend, ex-classmate, ex-clan member, schoolmate, soccermate , gamerpal and one of my best pals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (5 impressions you have of him/her) -&lt;br /&gt;Cheerful guy, always brngs smiles to friends.&lt;br /&gt;Strong sense of justice! Always rights a wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Is always there for his friends, thanks buddy.&lt;br /&gt;A fellow gamer&lt;br /&gt;A sporty bubbly friend =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (the most memorable thing he/she has done for you) -&lt;br /&gt;Harith wrote me a super touching letter after we were allocated to a different class in sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-are-times.html"&gt;Harith's letter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. (the most memorable words he/she has said to you) -&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, Harith said too much to me ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (if he/she becomes your lover, you will) -&lt;br /&gt;Will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. (if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be) -&lt;br /&gt;Not being gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. (if he/she becomes your enemy, you will) -&lt;br /&gt;Make him a friend again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. (if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be) -&lt;br /&gt;Because I probably done something stupid to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. (the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is) -&lt;br /&gt;Hug this teddy bear boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. (your overall impression of him/her is) -&lt;br /&gt;Wacky spiderman freak. My friendly neighbourhood hero too.&lt;br /&gt;So fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. (how you think people around you will feel about you) -&lt;br /&gt;I am superior. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. (the characteristic you love about yourself is) -&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I am me and no one can replace me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. (the characteristic you hate about yourself is) -&lt;br /&gt;The failure to apply certain things I know to my own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. (the most ideal person you want to be is) -&lt;br /&gt;The perfect one. lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. (for people that care and like you, say something to them) -&lt;br /&gt;Ah, who are you people who care and like me? Come on don't be shy, let me know! I don't bite. Anyway, wouldn't it be welcoming to know that people care and like you? I'd like that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. (pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you)&lt;br /&gt;1)Choon yee&lt;br /&gt;2)Isaac&lt;br /&gt;3)HARITH ( MUAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;4)Everyone (this probably voids 5- 10)&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;6)&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;br /&gt;8)&lt;br /&gt;9)&lt;br /&gt;10)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-3138600788438012590?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3138600788438012590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=3138600788438012590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3138600788438012590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3138600788438012590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-9053724218265137958</id><published>2007-09-25T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:28:38.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>Can be a hobby, can be an obsession, can be a need&lt;br /&gt;Books, websites, articles, newspaper, magazines, comics, notes, study materials&lt;br /&gt;A hobby, good&lt;br /&gt;Obsession, bad&lt;br /&gt;Need, tiresome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discipline is needed for anything to be carried out. How to study if no discipline? Die lor! Tsk. Then how arh? Study lah! How? Use ur brain, use your brain, use your brain lah! never see PCK SARvivor rap before meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I hope the gist of the message is there. Though Im not really making sense these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-9053724218265137958?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/9053724218265137958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=9053724218265137958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/9053724218265137958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/9053724218265137958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/09/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-7917068540779072743</id><published>2007-09-25T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:27:32.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The people you admired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people whom you look up to, like, secretly admire, had held your interest for a period of time. These people, don't forget them, you probably admired them for an important reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The times you cherish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories, intangible things that make your heart melt, blood boil, eyes bulge, stomach churn. These priceless things are what keep people going. For example, I myself cherish alot of my memories in the form of photographs, thats one of the reasons why I took photography as my cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The stuff you wanted to blog about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes people unhappy with incomplete blog posts! You get the message..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawrhahaha its my exam period.&lt;br /&gt;More specifically, its my promotional exams. These should determine if /I promote to JC 2 next year. Hope I can promote, so far minimum studying on my part. Regret Regret Regret....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflected for the past hr or so, realised that Im very disorganised now. Essays becoming less coherent, marks dropping, getting more sian each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well... back to my terrible timetable and sleeping times. Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-7917068540779072743?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7917068540779072743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=7917068540779072743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7917068540779072743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7917068540779072743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-forget.html' title='Don&apos;t forget'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-6882210465088700788</id><published>2007-09-17T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:59:01.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The people you've met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may have had a major impact on you. They might have helped shaped what you've become now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The places you've been to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They hold memories close to you, your heart. These things are priceless, don't waste them, remember them. Never forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The schools you've been to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aren't these the places you've had the most fun? Haven't you made the best and worst friends here? Don't you remember the times you fooled about? Gossiped? Fought? Those were the fun times. Youth, something that doesn't last but yet the taste of it lasts for a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The classes you were in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those classes, classmates. Seen them having fun? Joined in? Bet you had. If you hadn't then, thats kinda sad. But thats life, you can't have the best of everything. These people impact your life the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best friends made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those losers who are your best friends, or you are the loser. Either way, thank God that those losers are your friends, or that people actually want to make friends with a loser like you. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway these people are great, don't forget about them though they might. Assholes like these can't really be best friends can they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The worst enemies made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These people whom you fight with, fun but hurting. Losers in life? Just that someone you can't get along with? Might just be someone who you don't see eye to eye with, or maybe its just that fat bitch who thinks shes a pretty hot babe. Anyway, they aren't that bad, they shape your personality and obviously, help you improve your skills in arguing, scolding and abusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The people made fun of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, they formed part of your pasttime. Heh, nice little bunch, cute nubs, nerdy, fat, China, Indian(LOL), Banglas, Toot-toot people, fashion disasters. You name it, you see it. Fun little people. Well, dont go overboard in abusing these people. They have a life too, don't ruin their already ruined life. Sounds mean. But don't forget that other people also make fun of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all don't forget who you are, your personality might change a bit but, there will never once be a point in your life that you are completely different from what you were. Maybe you might have forgotten, hang out with your friends, surely you will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words. Read and understand this post. Noobs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-6882210465088700788?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6882210465088700788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=6882210465088700788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6882210465088700788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/6882210465088700788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/09/never-forget.html' title='Never forget'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8767585977965676070</id><published>2007-09-06T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:58:00.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another long awaited update</title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating recently, as most would know why, I blame it on school activities again.&lt;br /&gt;Now back to posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 am of the morning, outside out Cathay cineleisure and something to report.&lt;br /&gt;I met the weirdest guy in the world or rather, he met me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minding my own business at 8 am waiting at the taxi stand outside cineleisure, trying to kill time while waiting for the logistics to arrive so I can unpack them and etc. I spot a weirdo walking across the street, arms swinging like the biggest tard in the world. Then soon, he was near me. He opens his mouth and I hear "Hello". I smiled back. I thought it was pretty normal since I was kind of staring at the way he walked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then he walked a big round and came back to me, Hello! Is your horoscope Pisces? I'm like "okay... this guy is weird." Then I answer him and etc, then he introduced himself while making some weird hand actions around his head. &lt;em&gt;(Words can't describe it, but I'll do my best) Something like pushing back ur hair when it falls down, except that it doesn't touch the hair at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;all.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moreover he was doing it while shaking my hand and going "Hi my name is Ryan, whats your name?" Kinda reminds me. I could have been infected if he had a deadly virus. Then even better, he asked for my horoscope then walked off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here's a summary. Guy comes up to me says "Hello", Comes back and ask for my horoscope throughout the whole conversation freaking me out with hand signs around his head. Then walks off in the same weird fashion. I find this weird, starting a conversation with "Is your horoscope Pisces?" Well not everyone would find it weird, but I mean, Uh.. horoscope?.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I'm the weird one, but those hand signs were freaky. And I'm damn sure he was following me around the whole day. 8am - 9pm. Holy shit. If hes gay, I'm not. Otherwise I would just be talking about a normal boy who just doesn't know how to start conversations behind his back.&lt;br /&gt;All this happened at 8 am on a Tuesday, 4th September. I can't say I was dreaming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here comes the burning question: Why would I be at cineleisure at 8 am? Good question. I don't understand it myself. Why do I have to be posted on a duty on Innova's first movie screening of students' video work. It starts at 7pm on that day anyway. Well I was on DUTY, they had to include everyone the events committee. I wonder why I picked the events committee, must be because the rest of the class is inside -.- (half of my class in same cca)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New media arts. Centre of excellence (Innova JC)&lt;br /&gt;Feh. As soon as it was established, it became the centre of excellence. Its weird because its NEW, yet it got itself the name. Just like giving a baby a 300 score PSLE paper as soon as it was born.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Played some dota, classmates not bad. (4pm-6pm)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then watched the 4 short films or rather, 3 short and 1 long. I wished I didnt have to pay $10 for the movies. I'd say $3-5 would be better, but they need to cover the costs they say. Bleh. Screen it another day too, I would have done it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The movies were, entertaining and enlightening...... Last movie being fully chinese and damn long, so I couldnt really catch it about 10 mins into it. The computer playing the movie in the cinema even went to STANDBY. Worst thing to ever happen, even more so in a bloody cinema, they didn't even replay the lost bits. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So theres another day of wasted holidays. Mostly spent on "duty" Yep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAY Promotional exams coming soon, 1 less day to study. Or rather, play till have the mood to study.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8767585977965676070?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8767585977965676070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8767585977965676070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8767585977965676070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8767585977965676070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/09/tuesday.html' title='Another long awaited update'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-5703480967698753848</id><published>2007-08-30T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:38:51.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>Some make their days&lt;br /&gt;Some piss others off&lt;br /&gt;Others make best friends&lt;br /&gt;Others make enemies&lt;br /&gt;A few make great buddies&lt;br /&gt;A few make worse enemies&lt;br /&gt;Certain offend others without knowing&lt;br /&gt;Certain just want to spoil the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, its funny&lt;br /&gt;Twice, it turns old&lt;br /&gt;Thrice, stop&lt;br /&gt;Guys. Stop souring your friendships, some things can never be appreciated forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I come home, I get this kind of treatment. It just isn't funny, if all I ever get is this, I don't even know why u even bother. I don't even think I've done anything to deserve this. If i did, please tell me what I've done, and not just give me some retarded answer like always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-5703480967698753848?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5703480967698753848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=5703480967698753848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5703480967698753848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5703480967698753848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/08/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-5505829927380887100</id><published>2007-08-16T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:30:11.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only school wasn't such a piece of shit</title><content type='html'>Restraint is a state of peace with the body but chaos in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I do everyday that are considered to contain the element of fun can also be called the best out of the worst. Just basic fun, wheres the real fun? Why life here so irritating? All my schedules keep getting screwed up. Dammit, I miss the fun in secondary school, even though the ppl here are nice the fun here still can't be compared to the pure goofiness/funness/cocked-up-jokes of the people of EVSS.&lt;br /&gt;I even think even the principal of EVSS, Mr EE does a fucking great job now that I've seen some other people in their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I want to get out. Screwy timetable. =/&lt;br /&gt;I still wish there were quite some improvements in some aspects but then I doubt such improvements can come about to this school. Can't name anything lest I be owned. I hate these limits to the amount of freedom of speech of a person.&lt;br /&gt;Lightning beacon, OMG YEA! IT CAN SAVE YOUR LIFE. Bah, I still think there could be a better use for this complete waste of money, probably to improve stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about school, I'm the main photographer for the staff of the school tommorrow (17-8-07) , and overall in charge of lighting with another person. Damn, I hate the fact that I'm 1 of the people who are more capable. I have to cover up for those who aren't up to standard, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Department Phototaking, ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;yay, at least the stress of being the main photographer is gone. But here comes the stress of being the photoshop course assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again screw my studies. I need my own time to fucking rest right. Everytime go home and sleep immediately, still want to be so irritating. Cannot understand your fucking lecture then still fuck around while teaching. Still think your the best issit, fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'd say again, I'm not held accountable for this blog post as I did not mention any names. Any similarities to the actions of any person is purely coincidental and not on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um, are you done reading?&lt;br /&gt;You can fuck off now. have a nice fucking day. byebye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and don't take it to heart :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-5505829927380887100?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5505829927380887100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=5505829927380887100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5505829927380887100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/5505829927380887100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-only-school-wasnt-such-piece-of-shit.html' title='If only school wasn&apos;t such a piece of shit'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-3267325218617956423</id><published>2007-08-12T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:29:31.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Is randomness a part of madness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people just release some random ideas floating about in their mind or maybe the butts, whichever is used for that person's brain. Most of the times it just comes out as jibberish, nonsense complete afsiofisafjiosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness is a wierd form of basic human behaviours. Normally a bit of madness once in a while often keeps a person from going insane, these little outbursts, well, ironically keep the mind in check. So if a person is showing lots of insane outbursts, sometimes its just normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people dont like each other just because of the outburst, judging them only on the first and last outburst they ever seen from the person, maybe the person is really much different from what their actions show. Its the hope of knowing the person that really keeps friends going, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Randomness              \(")/&lt;br /&gt; for the win!                   l  l&lt;br /&gt;        :D                            / \  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this has sort of already turned out to be one of those wierd posts which I haven't done in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the world is changing, maybe its moving on and passing me by, maybe its just me. Hey wait up u oversized piece of spherical blob of mass.&lt;br /&gt;Feh. I think either Im already riding on it or i just missed it. Oh well, only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to study, studeeeeeey. RAWR. study. Sleep? ok Stop blogging? ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=) What if I in control of much more things other than myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-3267325218617956423?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3267325218617956423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=3267325218617956423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3267325218617956423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/3267325218617956423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/08/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-4085340381833315163</id><published>2007-08-08T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:07:19.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interesting story I came across =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This looks interesting," said Indyk, his eyes narrowing to observe the black caravan making its way to the spires of the secluded castle. A gaudy, alien coat of arms marked each carriage, the lacquer glistening in the light of the moons. "Who do you suppose they are?"&lt;br /&gt;"They're obviously well-off," smiled his partner, Heriah. "Perhaps some new Imperial Cult dedicated to the acquisition of wealth?"&lt;br /&gt;"Go into town and find out what you can about the castle," said Indyk. "I'll see if I can learn anything about who these strangers are. We meet on this hill tomorrow night."&lt;br /&gt;Heriah had two great skills: picking locks and picking information. By dusk of the following day, she had returned to the hill. Indyk joined her an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;"The place is called Ald Olyra," she explained. "It dates back to the second era when a collection of nobles built it to protect themselves during one of the epidemics. They didn't want any of the diseased masses to get into their midst and spread the plague, so they built up quite a sophisticated security system for the time. Of course, it's mostly fallen into ruin, but I have a good idea about what kind of locks and traps might still be operational. What did you find out?"&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't nearly so successful," frowned Indyk. "No one seemed to have any idea about the group, even that that there were here. I was about to give up, but at the charterhouse, I met a monk who said that his masters were a hermetic group called the Order of St Eadnua. I talked to him for some time, this fellow name of Parathion, and it seems they're having some sort of ritual feast tonight."&lt;br /&gt;"Are they wealthy?" asked Heriah impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;"Embarrassingly so according to the fellow. But they're only at the castle for tonight."&lt;br /&gt;"I have my picks on me," winked Heriah. "Opportunity has smiled on us."&lt;br /&gt;She drew a diagram of the castle in the dirt: the main hall and kitchen were near the front gate, and the stables and secured armory were in the back. The thieves had a system that never failed. Heriah would find a way into the castle and collect as much loot as possible, while Indyk provided the distraction. He waited until his partner had scaled the wall before rapping on the gate. Perhaps this time he would be a bard, or a lost adventurer. The details were most fun to improvise.&lt;br /&gt;Heriah heard Indyk talking to the woman who came to the gate, but she was too far away to hear the words exchanged. He was evidently successful: a moment later, she heard the door shut. The man had charm, she would give him that.&lt;br /&gt;Only a few of the traps and locks to the armory had been set. Undoubtedly, many of the keys had been lost in time. Whatever servants had been in charge of securing the Order's treasures had brought a few new locks to affix. It took extra time to maneuver the intricate hasps and bolts of the new traps before proceeding to the old but still working systems, but Heriah found her heart beating with anticipation. Whatever lay beyond the door, she thought, must be of sufficient value to merit such protection.&lt;br /&gt;When at last the door swung quietly open, the thief found her avaricious dreams paled to reality. A mountain of golden treasure, ancient relics glimmering with untapped magicka, weaponry of matchless quality, gemstones the size of her fist, row after row of strange potions, and stacks of valuable documents and scrolls. She was so enthralled by the sight, she did not hear the man behind her approach.&lt;br /&gt;"You must be Lady Tressed," said the voice and she jumped.&lt;br /&gt;It was a monk in a black, hooded robe, intricately woven with silver and gold threads. For a moment, she could not speak. This was the sort of encounter that Indyk loved, but she could think to do nothing but nod her head with what she hoped looked like certainty.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid I'm a little lost," she stammered.&lt;br /&gt;"I can see that," the man laughed. "That's the armory. I'll show you the way to the dining hall. We were afraid you weren't going to arrive. The feast is nearly over."&lt;br /&gt;Heriah followed the monk across the courtyard, to the double doors leading to the dining hall. A robe identical to the one he was wearing hung on a hook outside, and he handed it to her with a knowing smile. She slipped it on. She mimicked him as she lowered the hood over her head and entered the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Torches illuminated the figures within around the large table. Each wore the uniform black robe that covered all features, and from the look of things, the feast was over. Empty plates, platters, and glasses filled every inch of the wood with only the faintest spots and dribbles of the food remaining. It was a breaking of a fast it seemed. For a moment, Heriah stopped to think about poor, lost Lady Tressed who had missed her opportunity for gluttony.&lt;br /&gt;The only unusual item on the table was its centerpiece: a huge golden hourglass which was on its last minute's worth of sand.&lt;br /&gt;Though each person looked alike, some were sleeping, some were chatting merrily to one another, and one was playing a lute. Indyk's lute, she noticed, and then noticed Indyk's ring on the man's finger. Heriah was suddenly grateful for the anonymity of the hood. Perhaps Indyk would not realize that it was she, and that she had blundered.&lt;br /&gt;"Tressed," said the young man to the assembled, who turned as one to her and burst into applause.&lt;br /&gt;The conscious members of the Order arose to kiss her hand, and introduce themselves.&lt;br /&gt;"Nirdla."&lt;br /&gt;"Suelec."&lt;br /&gt;"Kyler."&lt;br /&gt;The names got stranger.&lt;br /&gt;"Toniop."&lt;br /&gt;"Htillyts."&lt;br /&gt;"Noihtarap."&lt;br /&gt;She could not help laughing: "I understand. It's all backwards. Your real names are Aldrin, Celeus, Relyk, Poinot, Styllith, Parathion."&lt;br /&gt;"Of course," said the young man. "Won't you have a seat?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sey," giggled Heriah, getting into the spirit of the masque and taking an empty chair. "I suppose that when the hourglass runs out, the backwards names go back to normal?"&lt;br /&gt;"That's correct, Tressed," said the woman next to her. "It's just one of our Order's little amusements. This castle seemed like the appropriately ironic venue for our feast, devised as it was to shun the plague victims who were, in their way, a walking dead."&lt;br /&gt;Heriah felt herself light-headed from the odor of the torches, and bumped into the sleeping man next to her. He fell face forward onto the table.&lt;br /&gt;"Poor Esruoc Tsrif," said a neighboring man, helping to prop the body up. "He's given us so much."&lt;br /&gt;Heriah stumbled to her feet and began walking uncertainly for the front gate.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going, Tressed?" asked one of the figures, his voice taking on an unpleasant mocking quality.&lt;br /&gt;"My name isn't Tressed," she mumbled, gripping Indyk's arm. "I'm sorry, partner. We need to go."&lt;br /&gt;The last crumb of sand fell in the hour glass as the man pulled back his hood. It was not Indyk. It was not even human, but a stretched grotesquerie of a man with hungry eyes and a wide mouth filled with tusk-like fangs.&lt;br /&gt;Heriah fell back into the chair of the figure they called Esruoc Tsrif. His hood fell open, revealing the pallid, bloodless face of Indyk. As she began to scream, they fell on her.&lt;br /&gt;In her last living moment, Heriah finally spelled "Tressed" backwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-4085340381833315163?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4085340381833315163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=4085340381833315163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4085340381833315163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4085340381833315163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/08/interesting-story-i-came-across-this.html' title=''/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-202051987324553594</id><published>2007-08-08T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:32:08.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a blog? Thats new.</title><content type='html'>Eh when did i ever have a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I shall update for once after about a month. Fugg u all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reaching home at 11pm after school for nearly 3 weeks in a row, mind is more or less in zombie mode these days too. I don't rather remember what I've been doing, its either school or sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many random thoughts, so many funny wierd thoughts, I never really seem to remember important stuff or what I want to blog about sometimes. Maybe its the private stuff, maybe its something I dont feel easy saying, maybe its the streess, most probably its just me, yea. I wonder if I read my blog in 10 yrs time I can still remember what was going on during this time. Some difficulties, some aspirations I had while I was still in secondary school which I wanted to achieve in JC life can no longer be fufilled, I feel like it is in grasp but then again, I feel like my fingers are buttery. Anyway what had I always wanted to achieve? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to blogzing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall start off with summarising today then.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school, met PW teacher, he was ready to kill our group. We survived somehow without any problems.&lt;br /&gt;Got on the bus to somewhere near padang area. Strolled/Walked to bugis. We were supposed to do some heritage related activity, but i totally had no idea what was going on throughout the whole event. Then somehow injured Azhar's thumb with a cut, Im a walking hazard. Then after the whole activity, we went to seoul garden to eat, celebrate waikit's birthday, stalk miss wong, and go home to blog about this. It all feels like it was yesterday, wierd me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and HOLY SHEET LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOqXlbWf9Io"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QOqXlbWf9Io&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is absolute LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the word of the day today is, WTF?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-202051987324553594?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/202051987324553594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=202051987324553594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/202051987324553594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/202051987324553594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-had-blog-thats-new.html' title='I had a blog? Thats new.'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-8363867961239099213</id><published>2007-07-05T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:26:29.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An actual update</title><content type='html'>I actually forgotten about my blog untill I decided to do some blog hopping. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started, got back Chem MCQ first thing in the day and I was pwned. Everyone getting nice scores for MCQ with 15/25 and above. Guess what I get? 6/25 lol. Pwned&lt;br /&gt;So demoralising, first thing in school is a sad paper. =(&lt;br /&gt;School is so boring now, everyday back to studying and getting tired as soon as home is reached. PW such a pain in the ass, anyway my ass is actually aching if u'd like to know :). So many stuffs to do by when? Don't want to do them at all. bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back GP (something english essay in jc) 23/50 I love the passing mark, 22.5/50 =O&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I got a 45% which is a pass in JC.&lt;br /&gt;Now i just wonder if my other subjects suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;29th june&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, supposed to watch transformers with the guys, then Dino forgot to mention my name when Chirs when to book the tickets, so what can I do? Book my own tickets which I lol booked wrong and got seats away from them. Then decided to try and buy tickets for the same row and forfeit the booking coz after all, how to charge me for it. Yay, sold out, since I'm here, just watch teh movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then actually, Isaac caught me and found out the whole real story, I was stalkingz themz and decided to sneak behind them and find out what they were doing. Found out they were watching a movie without me and decided to sneak into the same cinema. Then they found out I was in the same cinema, and felt guilty for not calling me along, so I got to pick the dining location of the night. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;25th june&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams start untill the 29th. Cock exams lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-8363867961239099213?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8363867961239099213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=8363867961239099213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8363867961239099213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/8363867961239099213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/07/actual-update.html' title='An actual update'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-654920364591016868</id><published>2007-06-26T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:15:57.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its an update, finally. not</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/621242"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/621242/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See so many ppl do it, then might as well do it too, =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just an excuse for a pathetic blogpost too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-654920364591016868?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/654920364591016868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=654920364591016868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/654920364591016868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/654920364591016868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-update-finally-not.html' title='Its an update, finally. not'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-7383040240009449247</id><published>2007-06-13T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:10:53.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field soccer meet up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;406 + 408 : 407&lt;br /&gt;7 : 3&lt;br /&gt;Woot, totally focus on defense team also can win lol.&lt;br /&gt;Before game I already injure my own leg. =x Mid game twisted twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, i was supposed to meet up with py,dino,lq at 11am to go sentosa, but I woke up at 11.45. Ah well, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30 I reached the field, then still got to wait for everyone untill like 5.10 like that.&lt;br /&gt;Played all the way untill 7+, stopped game soon after injury. lol harith kena rammed by an orange truck and a hamstring injury or something.&lt;br /&gt;I was on centre back then right mid during the first half , then right back then goalkeeper on the second half. That was a nice, long, tiring game :D I performed better than usual, I think, but still missed quite some balls and a little wrong direction fumbles. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a huge chunk of text is going to be up soon so... prepare urselves =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall everyone was great in todays game though we still had some flaws.&lt;br /&gt;Poor &lt;strong&gt;Vitesh &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Kelvin&lt;/strong&gt;, I marked and disturbed &lt;strong&gt;Kelvin&lt;/strong&gt; for most of the game, but still he scored 2, lolol =x Then I kicked &lt;strong&gt;Vitesh&lt;/strong&gt; in the shin by accident, ouchies!, and 4 other kicks on his foot lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vitesh&lt;/strong&gt; didn't really seem to perform as well as he did in the past today but he still played very well, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;Samuel&lt;/strong&gt; was more or less playing fierce as usual, &lt;strong&gt;Dino&lt;/strong&gt; did really well without shoes for the whole game he probably could be the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;best striker for the game&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choon Yee&lt;/strong&gt; was a nice keeper but still, we pwned with 7 goals :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lin Quan&lt;/strong&gt; was a nice keeper/commander lol, keeping skills were good, saved quite a lot of shots. Then he was also shouting commands around the field, mostly to ask me to stop choinging infront and towards the ball. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zul&lt;/strong&gt; defended quite good this game, &lt;strong&gt;Jun Hui&lt;/strong&gt; nice clears,&lt;strong&gt; Pang Yao&lt;/strong&gt; nice stamina + passing + a score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IZ&lt;/strong&gt;, scored 1 just by anyhow lobbing the ball towards goal, that was lol, then nice stamina too. Tried to push him on the floor when he was celebrating his goal \ O / then i got elbowed in the head just by trying. Dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harith, &lt;/strong&gt;nice play for the whoel game, fierce attacker, dribble past the defenders, but usually stumble on the last defender lol, then could have scored but didn't manage to, thx to defence. Injured soon thx to rough play by some lol. Nice one harith, should be &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best 407 striker of the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prabu&lt;/strong&gt;, pro defending, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best defender of the game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iskandar&lt;/strong&gt; was mad today lol, keep taking ball and choing from defender position all the way to try to score a goal, lol defender/striker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nafees&lt;/strong&gt; was a lol, passed quite a few to our team's strikers, but he was ok overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark&lt;/strong&gt; was a great midfielder/defender, nice tackles and clears, and being in the right place at the right time earned him a score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aisa&lt;/strong&gt; was an orange truck today, mainly because hes a 6-tonner truck and wearing orange. Ram ball, ram people, lol pity those who he tackled.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Hakim was sick and didn't come, he missed such a nice game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That long and exhausting game was quite tense, everyone play so serious, wee, just like the old times in EVSS. There was this nice match in EVSS last time, the soccer guys except me vs the sec 5s (I didn't feel I was good enough standard to play at that time) . The 4E soccer guys kena owned 0 - 8 for first half, then they equalised in second half with 8 - 8. lol that was a nice match to watch, and shocking lol equalised. Though Im not sure if they drew that game or lost by 1, =/. We should meet up more for field soccer games, and next time try not to get injured =x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after all this, we went to mac, ate dinner, chatted a bit, then went home. Everyone's feet aching already lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st and 2nd half formation for 407&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/RnAGpZcj66I/AAAAAAAAAA8/MJ5589Fj2g4/s1600-h/407+(13-6-07).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075564088321633186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/RnAGpZcj66I/AAAAAAAAAA8/MJ5589Fj2g4/s400/407+(13-6-07).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credits to Harith's sister for colours, and Harith for drawing it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/RnAGNpcj63I/AAAAAAAAAAk/hXNgf2i-RPQ/s1600-h/1sthalf406408+(13-6-07).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075563611580263282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/RnAGNpcj63I/AAAAAAAAAAk/hXNgf2i-RPQ/s400/1sthalf406408+(13-6-07).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/RnAGbpcj64I/AAAAAAAAAAs/AZ9D2iPL7Rs/s1600-h/2ndhalf406408+(13-6-07).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075563852098431874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/RnAGbpcj64I/AAAAAAAAAAs/AZ9D2iPL7Rs/s400/2ndhalf406408+(13-6-07).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Isaac for drawing them up, and JQ for editing wrong positions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot, scorers from 406+408 team : PY:1 , IZ:2 , Dino:2 , Mark:1&lt;br /&gt;Mark's goal was so nice, everyone made way for him.&lt;br /&gt;Scorers from 407 team: Kelvin:2 , Iskandar:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Malaysia tommorow then I will be back around the 19th. Wee, behave urselves u little noobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-7383040240009449247?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7383040240009449247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=7383040240009449247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7383040240009449247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7383040240009449247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/06/field-soccer-meet-up.html' title='Field soccer meet up'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/RnAGpZcj66I/AAAAAAAAAA8/MJ5589Fj2g4/s72-c/407+(13-6-07).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-7371617331931802239</id><published>2007-06-11T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:50:22.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field soccer</title><content type='html'>Who: All ex-evss 4E guys (2006 graduating batch)&lt;br /&gt;What: Field soccer&lt;br /&gt;Where: Griffiths pri area&lt;br /&gt;When: 13/6/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff to bring : Matchbox, lighters, ropes, scoccer gear, urself, and to bring/drag 406 407 408 soccer guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had court soccer on saturday and the next one is this fast, o.0 Wee, that was fun and hot and lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-7371617331931802239?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7371617331931802239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=7371617331931802239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7371617331931802239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/7371617331931802239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/06/field-scoccer.html' title='Field soccer'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-1019431697980474845</id><published>2007-06-08T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T02:06:52.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergenetics profiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/RmhDvJcj62I/AAAAAAAAAAc/UjermnjN_WM/s1600-h/STEP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073379457501490018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/RmhDvJcj62I/AAAAAAAAAAc/UjermnjN_WM/s400/STEP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/RmhDLJcj61I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dSmpcBmry54/s1600-h/STEP.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically I did this profiling when my school made the JC1s do it somewhere in april, its some sort of profiling that finds your thinking style.&lt;br /&gt;The coloured bars on the bottom are the intensity of which I use these thinking styles? Not really sure. So I seem to have a balanced thinking style but the disavantages that they said these thinking styles have is that I have a difficult time making decisions, well I already know I do, thats really informative. Then something about being interchangable, changing to a single thinking style to fit that situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway my intensity levels when compared to the rest of the people in the lecture theatre seems to be higher, most people make it to the 50-60 range. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people also have scores of 5 for any of the 4 colours. Theres an example of someone like that in my class, lol. I think blue(analytical) scored 95 and red(social) scored 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expressiveness: Something about expressing feelings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assertiveness: From what I percieve from what the guy conducting the workshop to explain our results and etc, I think this assertiveness refers to how intensly we will attempt to express our feelings/self. O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flexibility: Its self explanatory. Im a flexible dood, lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well theres 1 real life example of a guy who had 95 95 95 95 95 95 for all, and well I think 95 is the highest possible, funny guy lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-1019431697980474845?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1019431697980474845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=1019431697980474845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1019431697980474845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/1019431697980474845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/06/emergenetics-profiling.html' title='Emergenetics profiling'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2SgeHj5jQx4/RmhDvJcj62I/AAAAAAAAAAc/UjermnjN_WM/s72-c/STEP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17586276.post-4580460169597155818</id><published>2007-06-05T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:04:09.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh is this an update?</title><content type='html'>Met up with the EVSS scoccer guys last thursday at 11am. Organiser didnt turn up, its been speculated that it is all because his "gay" friend didn't want to turn up.&lt;br /&gt;Rode bike to where we were meeting and the brakes decided to play a prank or something. That was scary, suddenly couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao ppl, 11 am how to play scoccer, so hot. We played from 12 to 12.30, then 1 to 1.30. Hot weather, play what lol. I become a total noob already, so sad, last time not so noob. Now cannot even save a goal properly =/.&lt;br /&gt;Fingers and body becoming stiffer, feh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I should remember to check my wallet frequently, keep forgetting to restock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now adays damn bored, reminds me of the holidays after O lvls, totally nothing to do and rotted at home. Bleh, studying has become a chore, though Im sure I only clocked less than 3 hrs since the start of June holidays. Gaming has its funny lure again, though its repetitive and mostly the same narrow choices of games, really wish that TFC2 and some new fun stuff would quickly be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really need that motivation again, that certain goal which I put for myself at the end of 2006 but never achieved it, thx to me being lazy and not co-operative with my own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Humjiballs lol. Didn't even dare to get to the last step, see la u just killed your own future, maybe not too late now, but thx to your delaying, u made it much more awkward and harder to achieve. Now will u stop talking to urself JQ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I feel that finding a new goal similar to that which I set for myself at the end of 2006 while in Innova isn't going to be simple, and I doubt I even want to bother since I can't even feel that its close. Maybe it was really close once, then its difting far far away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysteries are nice, find myself beating around the bush and never getting straight to the point recently. Most probably because I don't like revealing things through this blog, everyone can read it, anyone can read it, even people who really have no relation or reason to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't think, Feel" - Adrian pang, &lt;em&gt;Forever Fever (1998)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother, it isn't coming back, instead look ahead for new stuff - JQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17586276-4580460169597155818?l=jq-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4580460169597155818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17586276&amp;postID=4580460169597155818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4580460169597155818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17586276/posts/default/4580460169597155818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jq-is-here.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-is-this-update.html' title='Oh is this an update?'/><author><name>JQ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18046649919511356885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
