<?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-3773150583383373010</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:06:34.570+08:00</updated><category term='mirror'/><category term='ventilation fans'/><category term='Cambodia'/><category term='Facts'/><category term='lemon tea'/><category term='parallel universe'/><category term='personification'/><category term='cup noodles'/><category term='hey doctor'/><category term='blueprints'/><category term='2B pencil'/><title type='text'>HIS Sketch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>309</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773150583383373010.post-6430891011520887921</id><published>2012-01-30T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T23:53:43.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hey doctor'/><title type='text'>Analysing Facebook posts Part 2</title><content type='html'>June 2011- Dec 2011&lt;div&gt;06 June:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="id_4f26af4daec2f7985902484" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;One of my old blog post:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4f26af4daec2f7985902484" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I try to be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;so I willingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;let people manipulate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; display: inline; "&gt;so I can be their friend&lt;br /&gt;Yet I want something in return&lt;br /&gt;which I usually I don't get&lt;br /&gt;And I think people hate me&lt;br /&gt;and I think I did something wrong&lt;br /&gt;So, I try to be nicer&lt;br /&gt;so I willingly&lt;br /&gt;let people manipulate me&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Comments: emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;07 June: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"serial muggers are the best coachers, imo" - refering to a friend's mugger friend who does pullups by pure determination and has inspired me to do likewise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;11 June: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"haha im playing runescape after 2 years." - Reliving childhood memories (5 likes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;12 June: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"i suddenly miss my old friends :'("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;14 June: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"i wanna pussy... cat :(" - to which, someone responded, "Wanna know what's huge, my cock... iness" (which got more likes than me lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;16 June: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"am sewing a costume" - referring to cosfest with MAGIC where I made an arctic fox hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;16 June: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"oh gosh, synthetic fur-storm here. now i know y my mom dont let me keep a cat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;17 June: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"i know i'm backsliding whenever i ask myself "where did i put that bible?" :(" - I could not find my bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;19 June: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"wahhh david choi in SG from 21-22 june :O"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;19 June: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"i hate fb chat. everyone keeps "daoing" me when they aren't." - in response to failed convos on fb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;23 June: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"wake up, read notes, try to memorise, fall asleep, wake up, eat, open notebook, stare, check facebook, play facebook, convince myself to study, fall asleep." - i share the same experience as 5 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;24 June: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"‎;("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;25 June: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"i was i can study, but PW is making me depress."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;28 June: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"my coincidences are fates" - meeting sec school friends at the busstop while i was on a bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;29 June: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"JCT= Justified Compulsory Torture" - 11 likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;2 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"anyone knows any shirt and/or badge suppliers? ):" - for class tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;2 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"‎:O just learnt that 2 quicksilver logos make a roxy logo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;5 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"finally got a new com! :p" - my mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;8 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"What i learnt today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;With obsession comes aggression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;With aggression comes regression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;With regression comes depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;With depression comes confession" - was angry at gamma board incident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;8 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"You can't expect the unexpected because the unexpected is something you don't expect." - ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;10 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"SRP: so much forms to fill @.@" - was really getting stressed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;11 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"‎"friends are people who stab you in the front" :D lol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;13 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"so baby keep my heart beat beat beat beat beating!~" - Stereo Skyline - Heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;14 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"Please support TOOP CAMBODIA's badges haha ^^" - helping a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;17 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"I wanna go walk on Tanjong Pagar's railway :(( closing today sia" - regrets about procrastinating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;18 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"D: goshhh. staying up just to wait for my to finish uploading my torrent." (Adobe master series)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;18 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"‎): didnt defer for NS online in allocated time period. Got a further reporting order from NS to go bring barang barang and have medical checkup/cut botak. OMG, what should i do? :(((" - Epic stress moment and overreaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;18 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"OH STRESS OH STRESS OH STRESS &amp;gt;&amp;lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;19 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"‎;'( i lost yamamoto keychain" (from cosfest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;23 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"flu flu flu flu flu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;25 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"i feel like i'm holding a time bomb." - describing the lack of time for assignments and the looming deadlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;26 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"you're not stupid, you're not slow, you are just using the wrong technique." - convincing myself about managing my emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;26 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"‎"Don't freak out, stay calm and carry on" - Mrs Lam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;27 July: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"i smile so much that when i wear my normal face, people think i'm angry. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;1 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"It's National Book Week. The rules: Grab the closest book to you. Go to page 56. Copy the 5th sentence as your status. Don't mention the book. Post these rules as part of your status. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"Mariam nodded." (guess what book is this? XD)" - It's Thousand Splendid suns which I read in the June holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;9 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="id_4f26b4ffedc089989995854" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;My colour is: CYAN! (damn u &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1101828077" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1101828077" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Osel&lt;/a&gt; for such a hard colour xD)&lt;br /&gt;Is this my favourite color?: no my fav colour is brown&lt;br /&gt;Would I dye my hair this color?: If I am Miku's boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;A food this color?: I EAT MIKU?&lt;br /&gt;A drink this colour?: Mountain dew voltage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;An animal this color?: Kingfisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like and I'll give you a colour. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;" - 5 likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;9 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"baby face united! ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;12 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"quote from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/adriennepang" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=611233006" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Adrienne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;, “The seconds pass by slowly but the days pass by quickly.”" - talking about how fast JC goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;13 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"carelessness kills :( threw my retainers away. ;A;" - i add to my own misery :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;13 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"remedy for fatigue: stretching." - it really works!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;13 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"crap. citationmachine.net just changed its layout. damn hard to use!" - 5 likes. PW's gonna be harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;18 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"When I was 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I want to be a : CAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;My best friends are : CAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I am in a relationship with : CAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;My biggest fear : CAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Like this and I'll give you an age :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;My subsequent comment when asked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;Felines. Or for an even lamer but true anwer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;1. Creative Art Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;2. Computers And Technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;3. Cant Always Tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;4. Cockroaches Are Terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;22 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"my most feared 2 words: "low ink" - referring to printer failing to save you from PW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;23 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"written in black and white... like my tan :D" - like seriously? was i that lame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;24 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"just choked on something. coughed and cried because it was blocking my airway and i realised i haven't been treasuring my life ;/" - i'm so overreacting :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;25 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"I do not ask for easy paths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Along life's winding roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;But for the promised grace and strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;To carry all its loads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;- Meadows"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;26 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"met an OCD kid on the bus who kept wiping his snot on the bus window. I regret not bringing tissues today :(" - nice way of saying it was gross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;28 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"Today's journey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Serangoon-Paya Lebar-Lavender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Lavender-Paya Lebar-Dakota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Dakota-Serangoon-Seng Kang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Seng Kang-Hougang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Can't wait to drive! x("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;- friend comments 'drive on what?", 'car', 'what's that?', 'oh i forgot you live in flintstone era', 'but flintstone also got car what!' LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;29 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"TAU SAR PIAH! &amp;gt;&amp;lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;31 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"draining my life force to economics (O).(O)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;31 August: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"spent $21 for taxi ride to rush to NUS and get an prof (about to leave) to make a squiggly signature on my form (due tomorrow) for 2 seconds." - haiz, the costs of H3 lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;2 September: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"is there any mac users who knows how to use parallels?" - desperate to download stuff on mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;2 September: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"a random stranger on the MRT started a friendly convo with me. it's these acts that make me love life! :)" - 6 likes and it was Malaysian woman who was trying to open a packet with a toy and a piece of plastic flew towards me. She apologised than started talking about getting 'conned' by the salesman and it continued on lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;2 September: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"‎"Please give your seats to elderly children" - Kok Aye" - referring to my silliness in reading the sign wrongly. (cock eye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;4 September: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"‎"if crayons can draw, so can marcus"" - 8 likes, my signature quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;4 September: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"finished "watching on the fringe" haha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;5 September: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"feel a little awkward on fb cos everyone's talking about SLC camp. -.-" - it was always happen. A big event on a Sat that I totally miss and everyone talks about it lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;6 September:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"freakin pissed at softwares that run only on windows &amp;gt;:("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;7 September: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"One step at a time! 5k run today and thanks to XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; for encouraging me to push the limits! :)" - Track and field!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;7 September: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"seeing everyone befriending everyone else makes me realise how small Singapore is." - me being positive towards SLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="uiSelector inlineBlock mls fbTimelineAllActivityStorySelector dynamicIconSelector uiSelectorRight uiSelectorNormal uiSelectorDynamicTooltip" id="unkiua_199" style="display: inline-block; zoom: 1; margin-left: 5px; max-width: 200px; vertical-align: top; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;9 September: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"My takeaway today: "When in doubt, go God's way."" - don't decide on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;10 September: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"‎&amp;gt;:( cant connect phone with mac."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;11 September: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"‎1 and a half hours to go :(" - about the holidays ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;14 September: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"the time is now, the place is here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;19 September: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"i shall study at my void deck tomorrow for a change (:" - i didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;21 September: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"my bus 854 just had an accident, but thank god no one's injured n the bus had only 2 scratches on the window. Stuck for 20 mins." - me is total freak out that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;1 October:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"‎____━━____┓━╭━━━━━╮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;____━━____┗┓|::::::^━━━^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;____━━____━┗|:::::|｡◕‿‿­­­­◕｡|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;____━━____━━╰O--O-O--O﻿ ╯" - nyan, 4 likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;3 October: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"just one more paper. i'm so excited! xD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;4 October: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"‎:'( what's more depressing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;1. not studying for a paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;2. pen ran out of ink during paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;3. refill also ran out of ink during paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;4. losing pencilcase after paper" - terrible chem paper moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;5 October: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"i found my pencil case ♥"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;7 October: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"this year, water is man's enemy: rain, more rain, flooded streets, flooded fields, tsunamis and not to mention dead bodies in reservoirs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;10 October: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"what the hell is wrong with my intonation?" - pissed that every PW rehearsal, i get this comment :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;11 October: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"‎"Bedok Resevoir is for drinking, please drown at Pasir Ris Park instead"" - 5 likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;11 October: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"freak why must everything happen on a Wednesday morning OR lunch? &amp;gt;:(" - ranting about clashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;18 October: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"what's between caldecott and botanic gardens?" - random musings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;20 October: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"contacts= eye scream"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;25 October: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"Thank goodness its Deepavali" - a much needed break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;27 October: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"at the end of each day, i'm glad i have a home where i can just relieve all my burdens."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;29 October: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"Japan- oh no! it's a tsunami :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Thailand - oh no! it's a flood :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Singapore - oh no! it's a resevoir :("" - 10 likes, my fav joke of the day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;30 October: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"tomorrow D:" - promos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;1 November: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"‎:( lost I&amp;amp;R" - never found it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;1 November: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"every earth-shaking event has an aftershock :s" - still feeling upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;3 November: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"‎"my life in JC is stressful"" - quoting my PW video intro, 6 likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;9 November: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"Suffering from post-peedup syndrome" - suddenly, feel so free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;10 November: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"cant think of what to do tmr at 11.11am..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;11 November: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"hey everyone! rmb to post something at 11.11am today! :D" - i was drawing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;12 November: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"im a tintin fan lol///" - 4 likes, -&amp;gt; ppl with taste haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;13 November: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"my arms can't straighten without hurting ;'(" - due to track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;13 November: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"like srsly, my eyes are ok. i no need an eye test."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;22 November: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"dreamt i was sentenced to jail and woke up before the final verdict."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;22 November: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="id_4f26b97f3d7b35468931384" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;one of my fav jokes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="id_4f26b97f3d7b35468931384" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;English teacher: Ok class, form a sentence with the words 'chicken', 'nut' and 'bread'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Thai: I like to eat chicken, nut and bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;English teacher: Ok, good, but not that interesting. How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; display: inline; "&gt;Indonesian: My chicken likes to eat nut and bread.&lt;br /&gt;English teacher: Ok.... How about you?&lt;br /&gt;Filipino: One dey, I put de plastic bag oba my sistah's head and chicken nut bread." - goodness, i had to explain it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;24 November: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"upset... down :(" - both a parody and upsetness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;24 November: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"Lord, i thank u for making weekends. Happy thanksgiving." - trying to pay attention to other things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;25 November: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"my phone cant display names on SMSes. I wrote down all my contacts down and learnt that the most popular numbers start with '96', followed by those starting with '81'. (:" - another eureka moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;20 November: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"i hate the feeling of regret when u didn't do something u could have done if u had asked/explored the possibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;but i hate the feeling of getting degraded for asking that question even more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;3 December: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"LAST NIGHT'S VULCANS OGL DINNER WAS FREAKIN AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;(haha, everybody woo woo)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;5 December: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"this week: a treat, a marriage, a graduation." - JTS, a teacher's wedding and senior's grad nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;10 December: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"Tonight's moon eclipse!! :O Quick look outside, gonna be fully covered soon!" - i went to see it with my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;11 December: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"my mom's a clean freak. i have her genes. :O" - to which my sister responded 'sadly, i don't'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;11 December: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"Having a life is not about the socialising but about enjoying everything you do." - 7 likes, i'm actually referring to my HC term, since i'm not actually a good socialite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;14 December: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;disappointed that the finale of the amazing race 19 was too obvious :("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;17 December: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"let's spend new years eve together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;stuck in an MRT train! :D" - 4 likes, referring to the movie 'New Years Eve' where there was a scene of a lift breakdown + the mrt breakdown saga on 15 Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;18 December: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"i'm amused by the number of girls changing their DPs to A&amp;amp;F models. heh" - 6 likes, all guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;19 December: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"R.I.P. kimchi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;28 December: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"Time is running out. Every second counts now." - last minute holiday homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;31 December: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"craving sushi." - was reading about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;31 December: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"Happy New Year! :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;2 January: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"yesterday is the first time i've enjoyed shopping." - went H&amp;amp;M with my mom and bought awesome stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;4 January: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"so much politics, rumours and tension :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;life should be simple" - i'm shocked by the amount of debate that went on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;6 January: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"i just discovered that my mom's watching the same chinese drama as me. #awkward." - it was "code of Honour", I heard my mom playing the drama theme song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;7 January: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"spent 1 hour tagging photos :p" - for OGl camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;8 January: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"my newsfeed is filled with cheerleaders haha." - from open house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;9 January: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;"Band 1 Xinmin! :)))))))" - YAY! release of O level results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;15 January: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"‎28 months in London :O" - breast cancer awareness thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;22 January: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"can people really change?" - musing about ex-dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;22 January: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"Angpao is the flow of money (: #Econs" - yay econs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;23 January: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"Have a LONG new year ahead :)" - oh gosh, puns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;23 January: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"gotta pouch just for keepin angpaos :D :D :D" - YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;30 January: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;"Hi juniors, at about this time last year, I was thinking about how unfair life was when I'm not at the places I want to be in. Strangely throughout the past year, it was in places that I least expect to be in, that I have learnt to forge new friendship, face new challenges and always remember that I define my life, no matter where I am placed in." - was actually feeling depress about a lot fo stuff that day but then realised that i should help others overcome their depression first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-6430891011520887921?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/6430891011520887921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=6430891011520887921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6430891011520887921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6430891011520887921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2012/01/analysing-facebook-posts-part-2.html' title='Analysing Facebook posts Part 2'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-170950999609819091</id><published>2011-06-06T09:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T11:53:19.939+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hey doctor'/><title type='text'>Analysing Facebook posts Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Here's a collection of Facebook statuses (is there such a word?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;31 December: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;It's 2011, and my funny bone just killed me :p lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Ok, bad example. this post was referring to my collarbone which has these occassional seizures. It's strange because it isn't a common place for funny bones to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;03 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Project serve camp tmw. I should be sleeping :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Again, just a very normal post. Yes, it's about this camp by SYFC. (not the flying club!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;04 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;camping at woodlands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;The camp turned out to be at a BB campsite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;06 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;wish everyone shall be blessed this Monday!!! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;This is with reference to O level results. Surprisingly, only 2 likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;08 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;feelings are excellent liars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Not a good post because i'm being Captain Obvious. Deep down, I was nervous, but I was very phlegmatic on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;08 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;O level results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;10 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;I will go Lord, if you lead me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;This is about project serve i guess. Somehow, these Christian song abstracts get around 3 likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;11 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;God will make a way, where there seems to be no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Same as above, also 3 likes, 1 person was the same as above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;13 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;submited JAE, yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Still in project serve. I submitted mine early to avoid any Internet traffic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;15 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;ate porridge, sneezed marmite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;BAD BAD example. never say anything gross online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;17 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;trololololo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Just like the "nyan cat" which will come a few months later, avoid spamming people's facebook wall with these "viral video" quotes haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;19 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Today's recre is fun!!! :D let's do it again sometime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Sadly, no one liked this :( It was this recreation I planned during project serve to bring O-leavers together to evangelise the gospel. Apparently, some of them were shocked and appalled because they thought they were just having fun, but it turned out to be some RELIGIOUS occasion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;20 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;met 华老师 While passing hougang stadium!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;No likes. :) but I love meeting people i know on the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;20 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;sore throat again )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Down with sickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;22 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;flu is epidemic. darn ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Same. It's spreading in project serve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;23 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;i'm worried about Wednesday :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Probably referring to the JC results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;24 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;arranging certs. should have done that long ago :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;My mom made me do it. but it was really worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;25 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;could log in tj's portal lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;This was a very subtle yet defining moment of my life, where i unofficially discovered where i will spend my 2 years mugging. What's interesting is that this was immediately after the 402 Amazing Race, and we were just casually "trying our luck" on someone's iPad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;26 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;this weather makes me drowsy :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;This is referring to the rain on the first day of school (which is always a tradition)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;27 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;BIO BIO BIO!!! I LIKE TJ BIO :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;It's funny, because now I don't have the passion and innocence i used to have. I thought it was cool that the Bio department was all-female. Now, not so amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;28 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;vj rejects me! So unfriendly lol. Jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;): no offence, but I was wearing the mask of ignorance and bliss, pretending i wasn't affected when i really was. I have said this and I shall it again: "I have no regrets coming to TJ now that i think about it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;29 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;time to get new shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;My OGL's response was to state the school's criteria for shoes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;30 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;i can't see anything beyond my window. too much condensation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Again, the wet weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;30 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;under my umbrella-ella-ella-ella AIYOH SO WET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Again, the wet weather, in a lamer tone, which got 1 like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;31 January: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;i wanna learn dancing now haha :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;The after effects of Orientation. Believe me future juniors, it will die down, unless you are really the dance machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;02 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;being late = whole day ruined :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;That day, I was late for school (CNY celebration). I was really pissed because it was still during orientation period (and I was trying a new bus route). Life is unfair, just face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;02 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;i'll take this pocky, and EAT IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Oh my... my obsession with pocky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;05 February:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Christmas: wahh so fat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;New year: sian, cannot wear this liao...&lt;br /&gt;CNY: *looks at mirror* WHO IS THIS? DX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;My friend had an interesting intepretation. He said by CNY, I was shocked because I look too hot. Yes, optimism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;05 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;finally got a copy of my daily bread! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Daily bread refers to the mini-Christian devotion book, which i sadly didn't have much time to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;09 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;mom wants me join debate (for GP sake) and squash (for NS sake). 4 days/week! X( dunno if i should listen to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;A typical dilemma with a "mom intervention". It turns out I joined neither (ok, i know squash rejected me, boo hoos). My friends told me that both don't help GP and NS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;11 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;track gave me sore calves lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;And yes, the next post reveals my new CCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;12 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;‎[M]y [A]ttitude [R]eally [C]hanges [U]nder [S]tress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Just being lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;13 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Happy Valentines ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I am shocked because my post is on the wrong date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;14 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;‎&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*NAMES*&lt;/span&gt; We're runners in road run! (Group 16) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Sadly, there was no run. I was cancelled twice due to the weather. Darn you weather!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;15 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Track arh! [: since squash didn't need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Once again, a case of self-denial.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;16 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;@TJ hub with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; line-height: 13px; font-size: small; "&gt;*NAMES*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Yeap, the OG people. We did our homework together. We don't hang out so much now :( It's normal i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;16 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Lord, please make me less skeptical. How can others trust me if I don't trust others? :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;I was trying to make a joke about our OG inside joke that I have "trust issues", while hiding the real problem: I tried to join the dance SIG (which was never made), and my friend, who was trying to create it, doubted i could dance. Ok, maybe I joined because I just wanted to support them, and not dance (Orientation ecstasy had died down). When i finally admitted I might be off drawing than dancing, she motivated me to make the MAGIC SIG. And believe me, that's how it started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;19 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;LOL saw an angmor flagged for a taxi on the right side on a one way road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I know, i know... They drive on the right side of the road. But it's really funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;21 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;finally done with dsta! *so tired*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;A brutal attempt at clinching some scholarships because my friend also did. It was stupid move, because I had to photocopy many certs and other stuff one day before the deadline, and got told a few months later that i wasn't successful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;22 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;cleaned the school gym during track n field today! sai kang? lol :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Trying to be positive here. It actually beats PT, which beats actually running on the track?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;23 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;that over-ambitious feeling of signing up for almost everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;In response to applying for DSTA, I realised that I've trying too hard to undo the mistake that i made in Secondary school: not signing up for anything- leading to a bad portfolio. But now, doing the opposite seems to make me guilty. In fact, 7 people agreed with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;23 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;i'm learning how to tie a turban!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;The class needed a Professor Quirrell for a book review. We did Harry Potter, so obviously, they need a bad guy. Because i'm obviously a goody guy, taking this role makes it funnier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;24 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Bus 165 seriously failed. Over 40 minutes of waiting with easily 100+ people in line. what could be worse? having someone who's complaining/swearing behind me alight at the same bus stop as me. sigh :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;This situation will continue to happen for the months to come, which often deters me from taking an MRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;24 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;WOOHOO! My braces treatment is finally over after 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt; years! :DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;(so sorry to my CG for being impatient and the dentist for arriving late. :x )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;On the bright side, on the same day, my wait to get my braces removed is done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;25 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;ohh the uncertainty! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;I was talking about Gamma's Cheerleading auditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;25 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;i'm impressed with God, because in each bus ride home this week, there's always a different someone i know. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Indeed, everyday that week, I was sitting with someone I know on the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;26 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;D: am i not enthu enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;I didn't get into Gamma's Cheerleading, and felt that the whole world was over. I thought I may never get into HC. Thankfully, it was this setback that made even more determine to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;27 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Thanks for the outing!! (((: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*NAMES*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Awww, my OG people brought me to Pastamania for my birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;28 February: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Hey everyone, thanks for the avalanche of birthday wishes!! [X This year has been the most I ever received! T.T so touched! Please give me time to reply one-by-one. Haha, once again, thanks!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Ever since I came to TJC, i was very determined to make new friends, unlike my anti-social episodes in Secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;01 March:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;In every interview we cannot pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;God has better plans for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I was probably talking about cheer auditions, making the best of the worst situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;02 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;eye HURT, teeth HURT, brain HURT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;3 things: contact lens, retainers, and trying to set up MAGIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;03 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;All the best to A-level leavers for tomorrow's results! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;I simply echoed what others are doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;06 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;went to Mustafa. I ♥ Little India :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;My MRT nickname is little India, so when my mom brought me there to get headphones. I'm like ooo, i'm going inside myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;08 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;did his most hiong 800m run ever! though I AM NUMBER FOUR (from the back), all the matters to me isn't winning but having people who cheered on my side. Thanks everyone! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Undeniably the most memorable moment of the first term, where I tried the 800m heats for Track and Field meet. And I guess, amidst my crazy "signing-up for everything" and "trying to be a winner", i finally understand that it's not about the goal, but about the people in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;10 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;woah damn. TJ has so many fit people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;In addition to 800m, i tried the long jump heats, which i sadly got last by a million yards. That time, I just had TOOP interview with a girl who turned out to be the student helper for the long jump heats. She said I was darn good at the interview, and then, suddenly, I had to show my weak side to her. It was kinda embarrassing. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;11 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;"Love thy enemies" doesn't apply if my greatest enemy is myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;I really disliked somebody in school. That person was kinda backstabbing. I kept telling myself to change my perspective. So i came up with this quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;11 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;i repeat, i DO NOT have trust issues! [=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;My friend saw "tissues"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;12 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;God bless Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Earthquake. nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;20 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;didn't see the moon yesterday *bangs head on wall*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;The moon was supposedly the largest in 18 years on the 19 March. 7 people who liked this, also missed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;24 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;‎:( i've misplaced my form, now i must reprint and rewrite everything! + i've lost my glasses. did i mention i printer isn't working?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;The form was the SIG form (turned out to be with my friend). The glasses turned out to be UNDER my bag and my printer is fine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;24 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;OH FREAK. i nearly burnt my house down :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;While I was frantically finding the form, I forgot to turn the fire that was boiling my lotus root soup off. I smelt something odd, and I nearly screamed my head off when I saw there was smoke. The pot had black residue and was a goner. When i poured water on the monster, all the came out was steam. Yes, it's that hot. Oh well, that night, the place smelled like a BBQ pit, and I guess I learned that I must be more careful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;24 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;i'm traumatised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;I still couldn't believe what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;25 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;While thinking whether withdrawing from TOOP was the right decision, I spaced out in the bus and overshot by 23 bus stops, and landed in Yishun. Seriously, what is wrong with me this week? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;My life went downhill. I had to withdraw from TOOP because of religious reasons (it's on Sats) Somehow, i stoned in the bus and then i was trapped in Yishun. The vehicles there were really scary, cos they were moving really fast. Seeing the foreign bus numbers also made me feel insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;27 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;damn the PI :I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;And so, the PI tragedy begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;27 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;my cooking is so bad, it caused the haze :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;The haze problems returned to Singapore. By then, i used my horrible experience as a joke. How sadistic of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;29 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;not quite strawberries but an avalanche of dates (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;I got into SRP. (yet another commitment). I was talking about Owl City's "Strawberry Avalanche" and changing it to "Dates" (a play on its meaning of fruit and actual calendar numbers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;30 March: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;i'm not a camwhore, i'm just photoholic (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;I noticed some people find it annoying that I snap photos. I'm trying to find vindication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;31 March:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;‎(in mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good morning, Uncle&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning uncle: Good morning&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eat already?&lt;br /&gt;CU: Yes, you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;Me: Not yet :(&lt;br /&gt;CU: Aiyo, next time must eat ok? breakfast is the most important meal of the day! :) *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i love life :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;One of my favourite posts! It's about the cleaning uncle at the audi toilet (who still talks to me btw!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;04 April: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;(: yay done with poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;This was about the HC election poster I was making. At the same day, my design for SYFC's easter concert invitation card got rejected. To be honest all I did was to copy and paste an old artwork (it was already on fb!). I realised then, that I spend more time on secular than religious activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;07 April: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;the red-eyed quek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Contact lens are giving me a problem, i shall switch to glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;07 April: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;We are going to GET A LIFE on…. (..--- .---- / .- .--. .-. .. .-..) !!!! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;This is about the easter concert, where everyone had to post this status. And yes, that's a morse code of the date. My friend's idea. I'd never think of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;09 April: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Hey everyone! I'm running for Temasek Junior College's 19th Gamma House Committee. Join this group if you would like to support me and receive updates (even if you're not from TJC or from Gamma, you can still support me!) Thank you ٩( -̮̮̃ -̃)۶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Frankly, I was actually pressurised to do this because everyone was doing it. I know, i'm may not have good ideas, but making group seemed to be the most effective way to campaign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;10 April: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;In Singapore, "life is full of puddles"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Supposed to be a play on the word "hurdles/puddles" but I had to explain it to my dear friend that Singapore is wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;13 April: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;every night, it's always the feeling of "Thank you God for letting me survive today!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;With 9 likes, this is the pinnacle post of the year (i think). I mean, i realised that alot of people, although different, have the same problems, and all it takes is for someone to post it on facebook for us to discover that problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;14 April:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Me: Hello, do you sell safety pins?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Sales Girl: 什么是 safety pins?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Me: 是小小，尖尖的东西。可以打开的。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;SG: 是不是这个？　*shows push pins*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Me: 不是。它可以放衣服的。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;SG: 是不是这个呢？*shows paper clip*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Me: 不要紧，谢谢．&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Me: Hello, do you sell cardboard?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Sales boy: Card… board… Cardboard是什么？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Me: 是那个很硬的纸&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;SB: 是这个吗？*shows colour paper*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Me: 不是。这个是的 colour paper。我要 no colour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;SB: 你有没有sample?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Me: *shows foolscap paper backing*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;SB: 哦，这个啊。是不是这个呢？*shows photo paper*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Me: 啊．．．　没关系，谢谢．&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;It’s not because foreign talents don’t speak English well, it’s because I didn’t study Chinese well enough. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;A hilarious episode at Eastpoint where I try to defend the foreign talent's position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;18 April: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;i learnt that masking tape is the world's most unreliable tool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Yes... my campaign badges need more than masking tape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;19 April: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;There were many things that made today my bad day, but HUGS made everything better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;19 April is the worst day in the whole semester. One of the reasons was that i slept at 1.30am, and forgot that i had Chinese class. Oh and 3km run for PE followed by diarrhea. (and people leaving my badges behind) In fact, all Tuesday seem to suck for me. Thankfully, that day was also Hugathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;20 April: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;i can live on pocky ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Pocky obsession 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;23 April: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;watching "Damn the PI part 2"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;2nd draft of PI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;25 April: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;♥ Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Yes I started watching, not a good move if you have a crazy schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;26 April: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;I'm in a "nobody-cares-about-you-but-yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;u-can't-blame-them-because-the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;y-don't-know-your-problem" mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;With 3 likes, this post was about getting the wrong timing for NSW science. I only had half an hour instead of one to do my paper. And it hurt my ego since i'm a straight distinction student for NSW :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;28 April: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;When election campaigns go on, traffic is heavy and your bus is slower than walking speed (3 stops in 40 mins). You get angry, alight a few stops earlier and walk. And somehow, it's at the road where no traffic exists and the bus is faster than walking speed (2 stops in 1 min) :( sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Again, a rant that obviously gets no likes. Rants should be avoided in facebook where possible. No one really wants to know your problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;29 April: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;flowers don't like me, umbrellas do ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;A very abstract thought with reference to the HC camp opening dinner where gamma did an excellent job putting a Hawaiian night of fun. I couldn't stick the flower to my head, but yes to umbrellas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;01 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;i'm an hougangster :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;I was in a period of pride for my heartland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;02 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;i don't follow politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;General Elections 2011. Some people said that it's a good thing i don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;04 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Appreciate what has been given, don't complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Had a mini-debate with someone over this. Shalln't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;05 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;the excitment when you find out that your friend agrees with you all this while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;I discovered that a friend I didn't know very well also disliked someone i disliked. Now that friend is my classmate, and I look forward to knowing him better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;05 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;watching "Damn the PI part 5"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Again, the PI problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;05 May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;draft 1: PI.doc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;draft 2: newPI.doc&lt;br /&gt;draft 3: newestPI.doc&lt;br /&gt;draft 4: newnewPI.doc&lt;br /&gt;draft 5: newnewnewPI.doc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I'm surprised this got 11 likes. I guess being non-innovative has it perks eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;07 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;i'd vote for anyone who can make Singapore cooler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Appropriate now that the "drip-drop" weather has become the "sizzle-the-egg" weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;07 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;my mom said the voting slips have no instructions to cross the box, so ppl may blur blur draw "teddy bears" in the boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Haha, no she didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;08 May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Mom: when you make your bed, make sure it's "mom standard", because when when u go NS, there is "NS standard".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Me: What is "NS standard"?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "NS standard" is "mom standard" lor&lt;br /&gt;Me: How you know arh? :O&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Cause mommy gave NS the standard. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, Happy Mothers' Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;With 5 likes, this post is something that I myself adore because it really shows how mothers are like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;13 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;lies: smell them, don't tell them :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Smell isn't a good word, i admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;14 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;just finished my whole stock of pockys :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Pocky obsession part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;14 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;dying in dreams are nightmares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;This is quite... personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;17 May: We all hate eyebags U.U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Yes we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;17 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;When people don't fill up obvious spaces, passengers can't go in, so bus uncle has no choice but to say: "IF YOU DON'T MOVE IN, I DON'T DRIVE." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;We should seriously make life easier for uncles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;This is another form of ranting, called Justice. Surprisingly, it gets popular (as much as 9 likes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;17 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;not offence, but the indian boy refilling his bottle in front of me at the water cooler (which was slow), let his brother cut the queue and refill his already full bottle, followed by the sister, then mom, dad, uncle, auntie and the whole extended family. UGH, if your whole family is thirsty just go and buy drinks at 7-11 please, don't be inconsiderate for the sake of saving money! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;This is another form of ranting, called Complain. Be careful, because it is very deceiving and disguises itself as "Justice". Avoid complaining, because everyone hates a complainer. (P.S. i later realised that the family may in fact be poor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;19 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Almost cried today because I wrote my most heart-felt Chinese "reflection" on me regretting that I did not study Chinese well enough last time, but also because I had a hard time finding the right vocab to express it for the same reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Very profound. I was frustrated and angry at everything. It wasn't actually about regretting, but about disliking the fact that I'm always last in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;20 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;how come i only knew about Starbucks' half-price today? =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I keep hearing people talking about Starbucks. Didn't bother to ask until the last day. Ignorance has costs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;21 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;‎6pm and i feel so alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Haha, nutheads who think they know the end of the world are fools because God said he'd come at the time when we least expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;23 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;overspent this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Yes, presents for seniors :x oops. and because i'm in HC, it's gonna get worse haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;24 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;just because i smile, it doesn't mean i'm ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;With 7 likes, this another one of my favourites. It's a quote that i made 2 years ago about Cambodian children smiling. Apparently, it applies to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;24 May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;I'm having an art attack tonight :(&lt;br /&gt;1. one tee design&lt;br /&gt;2. 5 badge designs&lt;br /&gt;3. one science design project&lt;br /&gt;4. one CCA board design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;5. 4 powerpoint-pictures-to-match-s&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ong-lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I have 5 different art-related stuff to do. I guess when you are the artistic one, everyone expects you to draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;26 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;tj makes me fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Not just PE, track and HC as well. I was probably writing this while being mad that I couldn't do pullups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;27 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;things will eventually fall neatly into place, sometimes in ways you least expect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;I was praying hard that I will be able to get everyone in my class to sign a birthday card for my friend. Thankfully our math teacher treated us icecream, so that was A LOT of time to gather everyone one-by-one to sign it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;28 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;omg i slept till 6pm today... made up for all training and late nights. i feel like a corpse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;Yes, JC life is tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;30 May: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;my aircon is sweating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;This is pun. Firstly, i'm trying to say that the weather is so hot that even aircons can sweat. Secondly, it's so hot that my aircon broke down and was leaking. Cool eh?? ok not really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;02 June: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;i used to call chihuahuas the "meowmeowdogs"! #random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;My childish tendency again, sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;06 June : Cats (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I sooo want a cat :3 as long as its not nyancat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And so, my posts come to an end! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;SORRY FOR MAKING YOU READ ALL THIS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I will review the second half of the year another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-170950999609819091?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/170950999609819091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=170950999609819091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/170950999609819091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/170950999609819091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2011/06/analysing-facebook-posts-part-1.html' title='Analysing Facebook posts Part 1'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-846665110800045962</id><published>2010-11-14T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:44:00.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O levels almost done</title><content type='html'>Quickie updates:&lt;div&gt;1. Been focusing on deviantart lately &lt;a href="http://marcusqwj.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://marcusqwj.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Will be getting tablet soon! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Filed my sketches together finally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Am sad that Kevjumba lost Amazing Race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Am getting fatter! MUST EXERCISE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Finally got hold of Mangastudio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Been watching youtube extensively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Check this out: http://animemarcus.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Have project to make pictures for music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Going to Thailand for mission trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Probably joining CCIS and Project Serve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Not going for YRP :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-846665110800045962?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/846665110800045962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=846665110800045962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/846665110800045962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/846665110800045962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-levels-almost-done.html' title='O levels almost done'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-2118449463953059445</id><published>2010-08-07T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T17:23:56.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inception</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Starts typical teenager's post here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like yesterday, some of us 402-ians went out to watch INCEPTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queue was long. Waited half hour to get 11 tickets (6 in front, 5 behind. The right aisle). Did you know LS planned the outing but never came? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at AMK hub, and most of us ate at MOS burger. HJ and I went outside coffee shop to eat. He jie shao one. So i ordered TOFU RICE (minus meat) and it was darn good and very affordable. The cleaner and stall auntie had the best "fu wu tai du" (customer service) because they keep telling us to sit inside, away from the sun. Best lunch evar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we dudes, since we LOATHE shopping, decided to go to the arcade. Fab and I played 1 round of racing ($1 leh, chao EX!). Yeah, so we just got bored and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We trying to find the girls. And Fab said that the statement "because they are girls" can clear any questions regarding intense shopping, long time in toilets or other girly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fab's instinct helped us located Chel and the rest (couple's telepathy lol). YT was like "WAH? Finish arcade so fast?" and I said "because we are not girls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to cinema! the girls take damn long. Fab said "it's because they are girls". When we all met, we drew lots (tickets) and sat in random seats lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show was great, except for the cliffhanger that got everyone talking afterwards. Bought the number 1 durian puffs later at $1.50 each. END OF DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Ends typical teenager's post here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-2118449463953059445?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/2118449463953059445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=2118449463953059445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2118449463953059445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2118449463953059445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/08/inception.html' title='Inception'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-7096402143287221385</id><published>2010-07-21T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:17:16.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cup noodles'/><title type='text'>UPDATES UPDATES LONG POST :O</title><content type='html'>I've been very forgetful these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I forgot that N2DII was on Friday. I haven't collected ANY money, and I don't supopse I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I forgot to tell Mrs Goh that today was my sister's graduation, hence I would not be attending remedial. I wonder what she would say to me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I forgot to ask someone from the physics Olympiad to take notes on my behalf. It's kind of a pity that i'm paying $8, and not attending the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I forgot to write my NYAA silver booklet. Thankfully the deadline shifted to this Friday (2 more days!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I forgot that there was XSP tea session with some Uni scholars, until I reached home and bathed. Thank goodness I stay a short distance from school, hence making it on time. I can't imagine living far far away. I'm lucky, ya know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anyway LOADS of scary/exciting things have been happening during my absence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, was the controversial "failed suicide" by ... you know who. And honestly, I think it is not a laughing matter. Believe me, it would be worse than watching a horror movie, if you see your friend die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I plotted my exam grades. Sec3 MYE, Sec3 EYE, and Sec 4MYE. It turned out that Sec3 EYE was like the peak, meaning that my grades droppped this year. And really, I have no reason not to mug now... yet why am I still mugging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I've stepped down from SJAB. Yea it's a bittersweet thing if you aren't truly attached to your CCA. I've been seeing the Sec 3s placing effort in taking over... or maybe I will always be the lenient senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, ever since we've rearranged our seating positions, I realised i'm more detached from YT, and more closer to LS (a reverse of what happened after Cambodia trip.) You won't understand what I am staying, admit it. Anyway, sitting in front has given me the convenience of throwing my sweet wrappers in the bin without even standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiftly, my dental progress is extra slow, now my dentist has changed the orientation of my elastics, until I have 2 triangles when I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixthly, church life has been very stale, because I did not attend church until 2 sabbaths ago. Even POD has been carelessly forgotten by me. My christian life has been stagnating, and there are hints that I am reviving, when more people ask me to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventhly, my art has shot up. I've learnt quite a few useful techniques in digital painting. Notable replacing hand-drawing with the beizer tool, and of course, knowing when to layer. While my drawings are getting better, my plot isn't :( &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anyone wanna be my novelist?&lt;/span&gt; Current anime addicitons: Bleach, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Hetalia: World Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eightly, studies have been focusing on SOLELY Physics and Chemistry. I have absolutely no idea why I'm neglecting all other subjects, but I better turn fast before I become overly engrossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my sissy graduated today. Congrats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-7096402143287221385?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/7096402143287221385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=7096402143287221385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/7096402143287221385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/7096402143287221385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/07/updates-updates-long-post-o.html' title='UPDATES UPDATES LONG POST :O'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-6128216263174768523</id><published>2010-07-21T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:15:16.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hey doctor'/><title type='text'>Can't feel it</title><content type='html'>what's with me, that I have changed my expectations so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perception of graduating and going into a good JC doesn't seem very important anymore, and that the Os doesn't make me anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the motivations I am receiving doing the opposite of what it should? I'm not sure how to describe this by why does not nosing into a book make me feel hints of pride? Perhaps, my purpose in society seems more distant, and I realise I should be caring more about myself and my interest. Could this new attitude be a boon or a bane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I supposed i'm deluding myself, so much, I can't feel bounded by stress anymore. It's what I, Dr Quek, call the NUMB and DUMB syndrome, where you've reached a point where you cannot release adrenaline. I'm trying to prepare for what worse could happen after national day. Whatever negative energy from the black and white, I'm trying to swallow it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or course, I am looking for the antedote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-6128216263174768523?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/6128216263174768523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=6128216263174768523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6128216263174768523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6128216263174768523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-feel-it.html' title='Can&apos;t feel it'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-6758280474037728668</id><published>2010-06-23T15:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:20:13.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ventilation fans'/><title type='text'>Palindrome Poem 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Time can wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time can wait,&lt;br /&gt;if only&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;we did&lt;br /&gt;had harmed the earth. However,&lt;br /&gt;humanity - we&lt;br /&gt;shall thin away&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere: It&lt;br /&gt;will be polluted with&lt;br /&gt;hate. Humans&lt;br /&gt;shall exist in&lt;br /&gt;destruction. Animals:&lt;br /&gt;they plead for&lt;br /&gt;mercy.&lt;br /&gt;There is no&lt;br /&gt;protest against us!&lt;br /&gt;And trees will burn into&lt;br /&gt;our greedy constructions. Rubbish&lt;br /&gt;will flood&lt;br /&gt;the rivers: they&lt;br /&gt;shall be poisoned by&lt;br /&gt;our pride, and men&lt;br /&gt;will destroy&lt;br /&gt;earth.&lt;br /&gt;=======MIRROR=======&lt;br /&gt;Earth&lt;br /&gt;will destroy&lt;br /&gt;our pride, and men&lt;br /&gt;shall be poisoned by&lt;br /&gt;the rivers: they&lt;br /&gt;will flood&lt;br /&gt;our greedy constructions. Rubbish&lt;br /&gt;and trees will burn into&lt;br /&gt;protest against us.&lt;br /&gt;There is no&lt;br /&gt;mercy!&lt;br /&gt;They plead for&lt;br /&gt;destruction. Animals&lt;br /&gt;shall exist in&lt;br /&gt;hate. Humans&lt;br /&gt;will be polluted with&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere. It&lt;br /&gt;shall thin away&lt;br /&gt;humanity. We&lt;br /&gt;had harmed the earth. However,&lt;br /&gt;we did&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;If only&lt;br /&gt;time can wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-6758280474037728668?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/6758280474037728668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=6758280474037728668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6758280474037728668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6758280474037728668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/06/palindrome-poem-2.html' title='Palindrome Poem 2'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-649033139773945894</id><published>2010-06-21T21:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:22:08.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ventilation fans'/><title type='text'>Palindrome poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet again.&lt;br /&gt;I wish&lt;br /&gt;we never met.&lt;br /&gt;I regret saying&lt;br /&gt;"forgive me", because&lt;br /&gt;our friendship:&lt;br /&gt;it is a lie that love created.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think&lt;br /&gt;we will work it out.&lt;br /&gt;My friend,&lt;br /&gt;because you are&lt;br /&gt;so good,&lt;br /&gt;I feel&lt;br /&gt;the hate towards myself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't take&lt;br /&gt;your critical advice&lt;br /&gt;seriously. Continue with&lt;br /&gt;the battle but I cannot follow&lt;br /&gt;our relationship. It has won&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;============ MIRROR ===============&lt;br /&gt;You wanted&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship: It has won&lt;br /&gt;the battle but I cannot follow&lt;br /&gt;seriously. Continue with&lt;br /&gt;your critical advice.&lt;br /&gt;I don't take&lt;br /&gt;the hate towards myself.&lt;br /&gt;I feel&lt;br /&gt;So good.&lt;br /&gt;Because you are&lt;br /&gt;my friend,&lt;br /&gt;we will work it out.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think&lt;br /&gt;it is a lie that love created&lt;br /&gt;our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, because&lt;br /&gt;I regret saying&lt;br /&gt;"We never met".&lt;br /&gt;I wish&lt;br /&gt;We meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Self-composed, dedicated to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-649033139773945894?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/649033139773945894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=649033139773945894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/649033139773945894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/649033139773945894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/06/palindrome-poem.html' title='Palindrome poem'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-4522080692708027765</id><published>2010-06-12T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T12:43:10.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke - MRT Anagrams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/TBMQFLZPONI/AAAAAAAABAQ/lW77N9zqM8o/s1600/mrt+anagram.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/TBMQFLZPONI/AAAAAAAABAQ/lW77N9zqM8o/s320/mrt+anagram.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481742852584061138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHA. Some random person made this and I HAD to post it up. &lt;div&gt;An anagram of a word, is simply rearranging the letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you tell which stations are actual anagrams, and which are completely faked?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-4522080692708027765?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/4522080692708027765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=4522080692708027765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4522080692708027765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4522080692708027765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/06/joke-mrt-anagrams.html' title='Joke - MRT Anagrams'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/TBMQFLZPONI/AAAAAAAABAQ/lW77N9zqM8o/s72-c/mrt+anagram.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773150583383373010.post-6826082519890349099</id><published>2010-06-10T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:12:58.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a students wealth is determined by his pens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-6826082519890349099?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/6826082519890349099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=6826082519890349099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6826082519890349099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6826082519890349099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/06/students-wealth-is-determined-by-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-9172955812651029581</id><published>2010-06-06T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:24:30.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOGSKIN</title><content type='html'>Yeah!! I digital painted this new blogskin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, check out the music on the left. Awesome singers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-9172955812651029581?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/9172955812651029581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=9172955812651029581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/9172955812651029581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/9172955812651029581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-blogskin.html' title='NEW BLOGSKIN'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-1610639309418794295</id><published>2010-06-04T18:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:07:44.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blueprints'/><title type='text'>Drama Reflections 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Just in Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(Channel 8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a show about neighbours of 3-room flats. It begins with mini plots of each family's life and centralise to one big plot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Kopi Shu and Kopi Sao have a water vat that they didn't know was worth 5 million dollars. Their daughter, Shu Min, ordered the vat to be placed in Granny Ma's house for her son's safety during his stay. Granny Ma's son, Zhi Gang, discovered the value of the vat, and planned to sell it to repay loan shark, only to be chased by them, leaving the vat at the void deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Wei Jie finds the vat and uses it to store water when the supplies were cut. However, to accommodate a new washing machine, his parents shifted it to the lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Zhi Dong Sao brings the vat to use for making agar. But when the she was suspected of mass food poisoning, she removed the vat. The vat was found by Lin Bang, who uses it as a spa. And it was sold by his wife, Nancy, to a Karang Guni. By this time, all the cast know the value of the vat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Shu Min's brother, Jian Hui, buys the vat. But he was betrayed by his American wife who went to sell it. But she was curse with an accident, causing the vat to be in the hands of the loan sharks. The loan sharks struck a deal with Zhi Gang to store the vat containing illegal drugs at his house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Uncle Fang knows the value of the vat and steals it and hid it in Kumar's house. It was later stolen by Wei Jie's parents, and then by Zhi Gang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ending Analysis (SPOILER ALERT!!!!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ending had everyone chasing Zhi Gang for the vat. He died when a crane dropped a car on him. Justice was served due to his sins of stealing the vat, involving with loan sharks, abusing his grandma, drugging Saman's wife and injuring Wei Jie's leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From what was believed to be a sweet story about neighbours, turned into a bitter battle of claiming the vat, showing that Singaporeans have that self-centered instinct in them. The most interesting things is, most of them didn't realise the value of the vat when it was in their house, demonstrating the "pearls before swine" concept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;FYI: the vat was returned to Kopi Su, Kopi Sao, Shu Min and Jian Hui. The words engraved below the vat stated that it should be passed on and never be sold.&lt;/i&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/3773150583383373010-1610639309418794295?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/1610639309418794295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=1610639309418794295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1610639309418794295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1610639309418794295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/06/drama-reflection-3.html' title='Drama Reflections 3'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-1610405775030815144</id><published>2010-06-04T18:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:59:26.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blueprints'/><title type='text'>Drama Reflections 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Polo Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Mediacorp Channel 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Polo boys is a typical sports plot with 7 or 8 guys forming a water polo team in Temasek Uni. Their lives are explored, and they go through hardship, perseverance, and all that sports jargon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It focuses on the captain, Boon Keong, and his encounter with his dad, Greg, who finally makes his appearance after 20 years of disappearance as a team player. Will their relationship improve, or will it worsen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ending Analysis (SPOILER ALERT!!!!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The final interhall match was going to be a disaster until the captain, Boon Keong, convinced all the team members to come back again. But, with all the demoralised atmosphere in the team, isn't it a little too ideal for everyone to return?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many questions were left unanswered. For instance, Are Boon Keong and Max still friends? Was Jin, the guy who supposingly betrayed the team, really accepted back? So who is Angel and Jess going out with now? Was Diane promoted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I should applaud the show for promoting water polo, a sport that Singapore has constantly excelled in the Olympics. It also gives a well rounded picture of sportsmanship.&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/3773150583383373010-1610405775030815144?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/1610405775030815144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=1610405775030815144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1610405775030815144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1610405775030815144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/06/drama-reflection-2.html' title='Drama Reflections 2'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-2474233484531352322</id><published>2010-06-04T17:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:59:39.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blueprints'/><title type='text'>Drama Reflections 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The Pupil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Mediacorp Channel 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shows revolves around the life of lawyers who work as "Roberts and Fong". It seemed like a deep show, nicely coupled with typical court cases in addition to the provocative lives of the lawyers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It mainly focuses on the pupil, Wendy, who joined the company in hope to locate her missing father who was last seen involved in R&amp;amp;F. She is joined by her aunt, Gaik Kim, who was desperate to find her brother. The antagonist is Mr Harris Fong from R&amp;amp;F.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ending Analysis (SPOILER ALERT!!!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, I was very unhappy with the ending: Most of the clients had bad endings, Risa never got her condo, Angela is threatened by Rachael's arrival, Cheryl was fired, and Wendy died after finding her father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I finally understood it had to be bittersweet. Wendy did fulfill her goal of finding her father, though it was too late for her, so there are elements of happy and sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that another court case will follow in response to Wendy's death, with Auntie Gaik Kim and Harris on the two end. Perhaps, Angela and Rachael will work on that case.  Perhaps, Risa will be a witness. How will the plaintiffs and defendants argue? By re watching the last episode, bits of evidences will surface. For instance, Auntie Gaik Kim may be accused for leaving for a holiday when she knew Wendy will meet her father, Harris might claim that he tried to warn Wendy, or his clients acted on their own... etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know the implied meaning, but it's definitely a cliffhanger.&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/3773150583383373010-2474233484531352322?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/2474233484531352322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=2474233484531352322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2474233484531352322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2474233484531352322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/06/drama-reflections-1.html' title='Drama Reflections 1'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-6589777818242311993</id><published>2010-06-04T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T01:06:21.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcus is addicted to Digital Painting</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the retarded previous post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway... I've been addicted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES, to &lt;b&gt;digital paintin&lt;/b&gt;g. Awesome shit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um. sorry again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall post my reflections here soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-6589777818242311993?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/6589777818242311993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=6589777818242311993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6589777818242311993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6589777818242311993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/06/marcus-is-addicted-to-digital-painting.html' title='Marcus is addicted to Digital Painting'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-4331494877110844696</id><published>2010-05-31T13:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:04:22.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ventilation fans'/><title type='text'>My Bao Zhang Bao Dao Parody</title><content type='html'>报章报道：在普通水准考试，一位青少年因为写不完他的作文，感到十分遗憾，而且产生自杀的概念。读完这则新闻后，我感到悲哀，因为&lt;b&gt;他是我&lt;/b&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么我不能写完作文？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;其一，我没有好好准备。&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其一，考题太过分了， 所以不知道该如何回答。&lt;br /&gt;其二，&lt;b&gt;我漏掉了一段“为什么一”，所以从头到尾抄写。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其三，礼堂的冷气温度太低了，使考生感到寒冷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如何解决这个问题？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;第一，以后，要温习功课。&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一，重考。&lt;br /&gt;第二，玩电脑纾解压力，患上精生病。&lt;br /&gt;第三，写这个无聊的报章报道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总而言之，我笨，请见谅。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-4331494877110844696?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/4331494877110844696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=4331494877110844696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4331494877110844696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4331494877110844696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-bao-zhang-bao-dao-parody.html' title='My Bao Zhang Bao Dao Parody'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-7440441154440887021</id><published>2010-05-18T04:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:57:13.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ventilation fans'/><title type='text'>I hate you</title><content type='html'>I hate you for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treating me nice when I'm cold to you&lt;br /&gt;Not hitting back when I hit you&lt;br /&gt;Saying sorry when I wronged you&lt;br /&gt;Laughing when I ridiculed you&lt;br /&gt;Abandoning me when I told you to&lt;br /&gt;Being there when I least want you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a good person.&lt;br /&gt;But why do I hate you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, not you :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-7440441154440887021?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/7440441154440887021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=7440441154440887021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/7440441154440887021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/7440441154440887021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-you.html' title='I hate you'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-6424644581480952152</id><published>2010-05-13T05:59:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:05:02.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2B pencil'/><title type='text'>Webcomics</title><content type='html'>Ive been drawing&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and studying the apocalyse genre.&lt;br /&gt;And what better way than to check out webcomics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.megatokyo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MegaTokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Fred Gallager (Piro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's about 2 American gamers who are stuck in Japan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corny yet solemn and serious. It's an awesome series bound to make you ROFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it has a corny parody of Great Teacher Onizukaaaa!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/S-smV0JEZwI/AAAAAAAAA_c/voPqOUm1H5o/s1600/GTL.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/S-smV0JEZwI/AAAAAAAAA_c/voPqOUm1H5o/s320/GTL.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470508328587388674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BTW, this panel made me laugh for 3 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Largo is the my favourite character. He's unable to distinguish virtual and reality, and thinks there are zombies in Japan. And what does he do? Gear up for war!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s-i-n.smackjeeves.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Quirky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hilarious shit but gruesome as well. This one's after World War III (AKA Cold War II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/S-sn8swgBJI/AAAAAAAAA_s/_VBHemjrpUk/s1600/SIN414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/S-sn8swgBJI/AAAAAAAAA_s/_VBHemjrpUk/s320/SIN414.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470510096131818642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Flashbacks are epic, saddening and horrifying too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope the author would continue as it is on hiatus now.&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/3773150583383373010-6424644581480952152?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/6424644581480952152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=6424644581480952152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6424644581480952152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6424644581480952152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/05/webcomics.html' title='Webcomics'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/S-smV0JEZwI/AAAAAAAAA_c/voPqOUm1H5o/s72-c/GTL.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773150583383373010.post-4138499256280337512</id><published>2010-05-05T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:42:15.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love chatty people&lt;div&gt;cos they always say things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that don't quite make sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but are satisfying to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=============&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woah poke my eye and call me stalker, mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-4138499256280337512?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/4138499256280337512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=4138499256280337512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4138499256280337512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4138499256280337512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-chatty-people-cos-they-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-2352080647160926427</id><published>2010-05-01T12:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:17:20.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parallel universe'/><title type='text'>I know</title><content type='html'>I know that you know&lt;div&gt;I feel how you feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish that you wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live how you live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask that you ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learn what you learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise that you promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You smile when I smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=============&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what's going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm facing the same problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who will say it first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-2352080647160926427?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/2352080647160926427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=2352080647160926427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2352080647160926427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2352080647160926427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-know.html' title='I know'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-9199204560965182062</id><published>2010-04-30T17:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T17:47:52.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hey doctor'/><title type='text'>Shut up, Mutism!</title><content type='html'>Most of the time, I can't speak.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I didn't worry too much about what to say, when to say it, and how to say it, I could have been more daring to say it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of talking, Poor communication and fear of faux pas always pulls me away from important factors through my school life. Honestly, when I don't say what I feel, people just exclude me and I become extremely paranoid, but I dare not say about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, I think everyone is retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But everyone has a different degree of retardism. It's not an insult, but merely a disability in a certain area. I could have mild stages of selective mutism or laliophobia. Why? i think its due to anxiety of high expectations and the lack of social support system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would elaborate, but let's not talk about it.&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/3773150583383373010-9199204560965182062?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/9199204560965182062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=9199204560965182062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/9199204560965182062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/9199204560965182062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/04/shut-up-mutism.html' title='Shut up, Mutism!'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-7951941120115551704</id><published>2010-04-28T06:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T06:14:46.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been acting real strange these few days. Maybe its those exam sickness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-7951941120115551704?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/7951941120115551704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=7951941120115551704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/7951941120115551704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/7951941120115551704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-acting-real-strange-these-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-3285714896848383653</id><published>2010-04-19T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T06:25:03.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I must be really lucky to know you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you always understand me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you won't hate me for who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 300th post ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;===============&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. Define "coincidental"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-3285714896848383653?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/3285714896848383653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=3285714896848383653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3285714896848383653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3285714896848383653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-must-be-really-lucky-to-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-2763234798494274447</id><published>2010-04-18T10:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T11:06:08.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cup noodles'/><title type='text'>Bye Mother St John</title><content type='html'>You know what? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually considered my loved-hated CCA more of a blessing than a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout my life, I have never felt the bond with squadmates. So what if the seniors don't notice me? So what if I'm not given the big roles? It all doesn't matter anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done my part: taught my juniors first aid, stayed in the opts room during camp and work as an odd job person carrying dummies around. I've done many things in secret, and I'm am glad I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So leaving mother SJAB is neither a pain nor a joy. I've learnt that not being acknowledge is not a bad thing, especially in the year I did not promote. There were times I wanted to scream, rip my ranks, and stomp my beret on the parade square. Those days are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meritocracy is just full of greed. But there is no better system, is there? It will be weird to say that SJAB has made me more communist. But it's something like that. It's odd, real odd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-2763234798494274447?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/2763234798494274447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=2763234798494274447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2763234798494274447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2763234798494274447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/04/bye-mother-st-john.html' title='Bye Mother St John'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-7587394241528648406</id><published>2010-04-15T18:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:40:53.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalaland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. Just a random poem because my mind was seriously spacing out. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;======================&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breathe in, take a step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fall in a rabbit hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that reality is as impossible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as connecting pole to pole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can walls becomes doors?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are real illusions real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can poison be medicine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can looks really kill?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eccentric hatters would think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if holidays were daily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oddly, when you look ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'd see anything but tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams are as real as surreal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when flamingos can be a golf peck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the queen of that romantic shape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is actually the joker of the deck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anthropomorphism were true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will cats grin and caterpillars blow air?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But knowing white rabbits can't tick tock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do you even care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I saying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't give a damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just stop spacing out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and come out of lalaland!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-7587394241528648406?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/7587394241528648406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=7587394241528648406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/7587394241528648406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/7587394241528648406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/04/lalaland.html' title='Lalaland'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-4748544527786243201</id><published>2010-04-10T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:44:29.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ventilation fans'/><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>I really don't know how to describe this feeling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my life, I had never gone for a single homecoming. It's not such a big deal and such, but I decided that this final year should be different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence this year, I came at the end of homecoming, where everyone was dismissing. As a visitor, there's nothing to see but empty stalls. Still, it was the closest moment ever for me to experience "homecoming". It's the last for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling "extra" by being there even though I never helped? Surely. But it's just redundant pressure that I eventually overcame. I'm actually not supposed to be in school before 7pm due to religious bureaucracy. Still, I really really wanted this year to be different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed it was, because there was dinner with XSP. Discussions were mostly about stuff in homecoming. I heard it was a disappointment because the school was too ideal again. This time, stalls were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;twice the quantity but half the quality. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;The &lt;s&gt;income&lt;/s&gt; sales gap per class should be wider too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I really shouldn't complain the school, should I? It's not like I can do any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-4748544527786243201?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/4748544527786243201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=4748544527786243201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4748544527786243201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4748544527786243201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/04/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-8287225662854371949</id><published>2010-04-08T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T06:16:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The planet, the star, the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If I am the planet, you are the star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You shine brightly but you're so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I never seem to get nearer or close behind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I'm a body revolving around your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, need you to sustain my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if I get too close, then I will die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the moon stands between us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;casts an eclipse and pulls my tide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you promise not to hide?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I need you by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-8287225662854371949?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/8287225662854371949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=8287225662854371949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8287225662854371949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8287225662854371949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/04/planet-star-moon.html' title='The planet, the star, the moon'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-8219657881393203312</id><published>2010-04-04T16:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:55:28.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here but not here</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Gosh. I've been writing rather shallow posts lately. It's not that I dislike straight-forward posts, but I never seem to get my message across. So how shall I describe life so far?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a lil disappointed by the results of the competition. Well, I can't tell if it's my business or not. I'm not the in-charge of training my juniors or something (I never was told whenever there were trainings), but I'm still part of my CCA? Well, I guess I will shake it off my shoulders like I'm invisible. I'm used to it. No biggie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I think my &lt;b&gt;confusion over my involvement in many events&lt;/b&gt; is a recurring pattern this year. I can't tell what my class is even going to do for homecoming, nor know when the class tees are coming. I mean I AM part of the class right? Though I'm not going for the big day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sports Day, Cans and Shine are other examples. Taboo, taboo. Hush, hush. Not many people will understand me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I have no idea what is the level of commitment I ought to place for events that I won't even be there.&lt;/span&gt; That's the problem. The big problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Easter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=============================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blessing: God must have stopped the rain on Good Friday for Pod Picnic. I realised Friday was the only day this week that did not rain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-8219657881393203312?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/8219657881393203312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=8219657881393203312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8219657881393203312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8219657881393203312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-here-but-not-here.html' title='I&apos;m here but not here'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-5787854146083118428</id><published>2010-04-02T18:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:38:11.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cup noodles'/><title type='text'>I love Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1st April - April's Fool Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm proud to be part of the 2010 Sec 4 cohort who successfully outwitted our teachers in a game of April Fools. I myself am unable to believe we pulled it off perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rules were simple. Every class just swapped their venues, making teachers shocked at the new faces and run up and down frantically looking for their right class. The best one was the last period, were 404 and 403 changed their "signs" and Ms Lee acted cool by saying "I expected more than that..." Mrs Seetoh didn't notice 402 entering 401's class when she was right outside which was super LOL. I heard 404 rotated their chairs so that their notice board was their whiteboard. Hilarious lil school pranks! Ms Sia said it was the 4th time she was fooled. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, there was PTM at night, so I volunteered to help. It's really a refreshing experience and another milestone for me, because I actually had the chance to guess whose parents are whose. And surprisingly, like parent - like child. Their characters are pretty much the same. Haozhe and I gave waterbottles and led them to the online survey thingy. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to help out AC before the competition in Saturday. Well, I feel extremely guilty for not helping the comp teams. Still, I'm very happy at the improvement that AC had in the 2nd last case. All the seniors were wowed (although the very last case was a bummer. Work harder!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd April - Good Friday (POD Picnic at Pasir Ris Park)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Hougang MRT to meet Chelsea so that we can go for POD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I will invent this saying: "Indecisiveness thrives when guys and girls are placed together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean like, we wanted to go to Pasir Ris MRT, so we took Hougang MRT. Then we decided it was too long, so we stopped at Serangoon MRT to take cab. Then we weren't sure if we should take Bus 53... In the end we took cab (very long time never take cab, i wasted a freakin $9.60 ok??? lol) Then reach already, cannot find bus interchange. And then we found Yorkhao and his frens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old lady was lost, so Chels and Yorkhao went to help her. Took about 8 minutes. Then all of us boarded Bus 403 (except Yorkhao who was waiting for others). And we thought that it was moving AWAY from Pasir Ris Park, so we alighted. Then, we found out it was a loop. =.=" uhh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited very long for the next Bus 403 and found Yorkhao and the rest inside! LOL. When we reached Pasir Ris Park, damn sad... cos it was drizzling and there was debate among the programme leaders about whether to carry on or wet-weather plan to watch "Evan Almighty" indoors. I'm soooooo against indoors, plus my instincts tell me the rain will stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My instincts were right. So we had fun picnicking! We guys played vollyball, captain ball and frisbee. And Marcus is very proud to say that he has reached another significant achievement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I LOVE SPORTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, thats against Marcusism nature. I'm an indoor kid. I practically detest sports. But, I think it's because of Yorkhao and his clique's amazing teamwork that changedme. I LOVED sliding through the grass and playing kinda violently. My instincts must have escalated. It's a guy's thing, girls may not understand this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, now that I like sports (i mean it), will it dilute my artness? Last year, I was on the verge of changing my hobby to music when I explored the music industry. Perhaps, now is a three-way battle of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ART-MUSIC-SPORTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marcus signing off&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;==================&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today's Observations: Different MRT lines are very different. NE line has translation, NS line doesn't.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Different neighbourhoods and have different way of life. You'd find Pasir Ris MRT as gridlocked with bicycles, due to the park's influence. Sengkang and Punggol are 99% residential. Where exactly are the workplaces?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-5787854146083118428?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/5787854146083118428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=5787854146083118428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5787854146083118428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5787854146083118428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-sports.html' title='I love Sports'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-5333310742831133569</id><published>2010-03-30T15:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:18:13.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cup noodles'/><title type='text'>I'm eating cup noodles while writing this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm pleased with myself. Very. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though things turning the way I don't want it to be, it ends up way better than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;===================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, i wish you would cry so that i can hold you tightly in my arms. I feel torn because I secretly admire you and your strength although it is forbidden. And I am hoping that you will fall so that I can catch you. When you didn't, I pushed you. That's how mean I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-5333310742831133569?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/5333310742831133569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=5333310742831133569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5333310742831133569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5333310742831133569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-eating-cup-noodles-while-writing.html' title='I&apos;m eating cup noodles while writing this'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-1684651390746356263</id><published>2010-03-25T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T19:18:36.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realistic updates</title><content type='html'>I don't want to give down-to-earth posts. Simply because its boring and usual. But talking abstract things always brings me out of the point, so I shall post realistically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there was SATS (science and technology symposium, but SATS sounds cooler, like an exam). SATS took up 7 periods of lessons, not that it really mattered. (or course it does! i'm just trying to act cool!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, SATS was meaningful and I got to see the other projects and how the interest of science and be so amusing (kinda). I'm utterly discouraged when theres hardly anyone who visited my booth (duh! who likes knowledge engineering anyway?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a film shooting for "65th Anniversary logo documentary with the artist who drew it". It was kinda ok. There is this unreal feeling when you see yourself in a camera. I mean, i'm usually the one taking picture/videos, so seeing me on screen is like seeing someone else. Someone who has been with me for 16 years, but I seldom see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the mirrors in our class is removed. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"All my life I wish i broke mirrors, instead of promises..."&lt;/span&gt; oops. whatever. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm barely staying on top of homework. there's loads of new experiences and loads of fun that i find myself accelerating and turning into a "chiongster". Well, being time-effective is a skill i'm still honing, like i'm always trying to get the miminum displacement to the canteen during recess. (Sorry for being technical here, i'm just so overworked!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. ok. To end off this "scatter-brain" post, here's something funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yingting, jingyi, and chelsea read this book called "Tuesdays with Morrie", so I read this book as well over the holidays. On Monday, i found out khoa was reading the same book! LOL. and to make it even worse, i told yewtong to help me return that book, and the next day, he borrowed it because khoa was also reading it. LOL (oh wait, could it be, he did not return my book! :O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, that's all for now. Promo test tomorrow. I'm not worried over the results, i'm worried whether my 3-year effort to nuture my juniors had paid off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-1684651390746356263?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/1684651390746356263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=1684651390746356263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1684651390746356263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1684651390746356263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/03/realistic-updates.html' title='Realistic updates'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-2996937021594195279</id><published>2010-03-22T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:13:33.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Air Balloon - Owl City</title><content type='html'>We wrote a prelude&lt;br /&gt;To our own fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;And bought a parachute&lt;br /&gt;At a church rummage sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with a mean sewing machine&lt;br /&gt;And miles of thread&lt;br /&gt;We sewed the day above L.A.&lt;br /&gt;In navy and red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wound a race track&lt;br /&gt;Through your mom's kitchen chairs&lt;br /&gt;And fought the shadows back&lt;br /&gt;Down your dark basement stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lit a match, then let it catch&lt;br /&gt;To light up the room&lt;br /&gt;And then you yelled as we beheld&lt;br /&gt;An old maroon hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be out of ideas&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon&lt;br /&gt;So let's spend&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon in a cold hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;Leave your jacket behind&lt;br /&gt;Lean out and touch the treetops over town&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;To kiss the ground&lt;br /&gt;Wherever we touch back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la laaa&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la laaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank the Great Lakes&lt;br /&gt;Like cold lemonade&lt;br /&gt;And both got stomach aches&lt;br /&gt;Sprawled out in the shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored to death you held your breath&lt;br /&gt;And I tried not to yawn&lt;br /&gt;You made my frown turn upside down&lt;br /&gt;And now my worries are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be out of ideas&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon&lt;br /&gt;So let's spend&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon in a cold hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;Leave your jacket behind&lt;br /&gt;Lean out and touch the treetops over town&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;To kiss the ground&lt;br /&gt;Wherever we touch back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be out of ideas&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon&lt;br /&gt;So let's spend&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon in a cold hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;Leave your jacket behind&lt;br /&gt;Lean out and touch the treetops over town&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;To kiss the ground&lt;br /&gt;Wherever we touch back down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-2996937021594195279?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/2996937021594195279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=2996937021594195279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2996937021594195279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2996937021594195279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/03/hot-air-balloon-owl-city.html' title='Hot Air Balloon - Owl City'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-1789732911707306163</id><published>2010-03-20T11:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:09:12.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personification'/><title type='text'>Personification and Opposites</title><content type='html'>I'm in love with personifying things that don't quite make sense. At times, I picture life in an irrational way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, Art and Science would be two opposite but coexisting characters. The former is more creative and idealistic, but the latter is more structure and govern by laws. Their pros and cons create a fragile balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream and Reality would be another set of polar opposites. The first is an illusion, but it source of our motivation, the part of life we want to see. The second is an eye-opener, the part of life that we hate to see, yet it is that part that is needed to limit ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how I feel so secure by materialising things. In a way, I feel rather abnormal. I love characteristical opposites that work together. Abstract ideas in tangible view. Odd. Really odd. I have no idea what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Internet Party: A funny video that personfies your websites. Geeks will love this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VgQMTLKmwrA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axis Powers Hetalia: An anime that personifies countries in a rather funny story. Check them out. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Axis_Powers_Hetalia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-1789732911707306163?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/1789732911707306163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=1789732911707306163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1789732911707306163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1789732911707306163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/03/personification-and-opposites.html' title='Personification and Opposites'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-656330794222541100</id><published>2010-03-17T13:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:21:25.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2B pencil'/><title type='text'>Apocalypse!</title><content type='html'>Yo peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me well, I like to study all sorts of anime/manga genres. And one genre that caught my eye is "Apocalypse". Apocalypse refers to "end of the world" stories. And post-apocalypse refers to the time after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I think it's a really really good for making plots. And also, there's not really a lot of anime in this genre. So, i'm going to learn more about this kind of genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For apocalypse, plots often fall on "saving humanity", much like other mangas. However, the plots acutally end off with humanity being destroyed or nearly destroyed. Hence, they are great thrillers. Post-apocalypse also follows nearby. It's the aftermath of the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plots have a tendency to take time travel or parallel universes into consideration. Time travel heightens the mood of the story. There are also cases of moral corruption and battle of ideals. I believe to improve the genre, a pinch of comedy should be included, without destroying the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apocalyptic characters tend to take unique forms. You can have robots, aliens or mutated beings. Of course, there are always humans as wells. But each character has a stereotypical motivation. (such as robots who desire for feelings or humans wanting to save themselves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters will take on very extreme personalities. Yet, there is no real distinction between a "good" and a "bad" character unless shown. Characters have a very unique power and costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Style&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apocalyptic is usually dark and sketchy. Not exactly shonen OR shojo... It can be emotional, yet at times, it's purely ugly. Still, it's what makes this genre special. You definitely won't see chibis in a war-time (unless you're referring to hetalia! :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Ok enough analysis. My head hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-656330794222541100?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/656330794222541100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=656330794222541100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/656330794222541100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/656330794222541100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/03/apocalypse.html' title='Apocalypse!'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-4437577905554065838</id><published>2010-03-15T15:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:23:38.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror'/><title type='text'>Who is 'me' - 5 deadly sins</title><content type='html'>Ok, time for some honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;narcissistic, materialistic, pampered, fame-hungry and envious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My 5 deadly sins. Things that always remind me of the dark side of Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I talk as though I'm the only who has problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, the thing that is pulling me down lately has been the fact that I'm not acknowledge as part of the group. These few weeks, I've been intentionally or unintentionally left out of occassions. Basically, it all goes down to false assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People always think I won't be going, so they never invite me for events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Still, it's a courtesy to ask. Then again, I'm not exactly part of the "IN" crowd, so there is no reason to be invited. Though I'm trying hard to make myself known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to list examples, I'd probably be criticised by debaters, beaten by baboons and exiled to Haiti in a no-return submarine. (no offence, and apologies for weirdness). But worst of all, I'd be giving in to my 5 deadly sins. So-I-shall-just-shut-up-for-now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are your deadly sins?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-4437577905554065838?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/4437577905554065838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=4437577905554065838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4437577905554065838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4437577905554065838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-is-me-5-deadly-sin.html' title='Who is &apos;me&apos; - 5 deadly sins'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-2420995658999683667</id><published>2010-03-11T21:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:53:45.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ventilation fans'/><title type='text'>Harmful achievers</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Warning: Hey you! Yes you! This post may be an accusing finger to some. Not suitable for children under 90 without their parent's supervision. Please enjoy the intermission music... ouhlala! So remember kids, stop global warming. Reader discretion advised.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one kind of person that annoys me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person would be the &lt;em&gt;harmful acheiver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, plainly speaking, these few weeks, I've meeting more of such people as more and more tests keep coming in. I'm performing pretty badly these few days, noting particularly to chinese, maths, geo and physics. Of course, being courteous, I don't make a big deal out of it. Just study harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, there will always be that someone who starts complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;harmful achiever&lt;/em&gt; will start ranting about he/she doesn't get the full marks that he/she DESERVES. Guess what? The &lt;em&gt;harmful achiever&lt;/em&gt; scored waaaaay higher than you. And he/she will say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I had a mental block, I was SUPPOSED to get full marks." or&lt;br /&gt;"I studied 19 hours a day but i'm so unlucky....!" or&lt;br /&gt;"The education system sucks. My answer is perfectly correct!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds familiar? Nothing can make me more annoyed than hearing these stuff. Yes, I know the &lt;em&gt;harmful achiever&lt;/em&gt; is just trying to protect or justify his/her pride and dignity as a "top student". But PUH-LEASE, have some consideration for the not-so-well-performing students? The jealousy of these &lt;em&gt;harmful achievers&lt;/em&gt; are so blatant that you can feel it through your bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harmful achievers&lt;/em&gt; are those who bring down the spirit of other competitors. They can be either the super-slack-yet-score-near-perfect OR the act-harworking-in-front-of-you. Either way you can tell a &lt;em&gt;harmful achiever&lt;/em&gt; from one that is not. I'm sure you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, have we been &lt;em&gt;harmful achievers &lt;/em&gt;ourselves? Let's questions ourselves: Have we extended our hands to help our lower-scoring peers or indirectly mock them? Sometime, I really wish that the O-level mania would contain mutual help. But the fact is: humans are self-centered. It's hard for the willing people to help, lest they themselves lose out in the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, in the battlefield, everyone is in their bombshells, unable to help others because if someone explodes, who would protect them but themselves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-2420995658999683667?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/2420995658999683667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=2420995658999683667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2420995658999683667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2420995658999683667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/03/harmful-achievers.html' title='Harmful achievers'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-5799536087428370055</id><published>2010-03-10T20:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:58:56.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ventilation fans'/><title type='text'>XXX</title><content type='html'>I have to agree with my class that March holiday shall be a so called "holiday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sneak peak of my schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15/3: Prelims MT (0800) + NYP Rehersal (1300-1600)&lt;br /&gt;16/3: Prelims MT Oral (0800) + NYP Rehersal (1300-1600)&lt;br /&gt;17/3: XXX's Flagday (0800-1300) which ate my Chinese Remedial (0900-1200)&lt;br /&gt;18/3: Phy SPA practice (1000) + Maths lesson (1300-1500)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my life man? Now I can't plan an make-up first aid lesson for my Sec 3s! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm really really pissed off because XXX made me go for that flagday. Talk with me also use THAT tone. The last time, XXX insulted my Saturday-off religion. How can XXX be called an educator? I take back my word that I understand adults. XXX is bloody unreasonable. Wish I didn't have to go for flagday and go for Chinese remedial instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, just as I begin to feel the school spirit, I suddenly doubt this school. I mean, I realised one thing: if the school aims high and wants an aesthatics XXX, and make us fork out $$$, why can't they invest it on our poorly maintained aircons? Darn, I feel like a XXX saying all these, but it hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, honestly, I'd wish I'd graduate as fast as possible. I'm not the only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-5799536087428370055?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/5799536087428370055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=5799536087428370055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5799536087428370055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5799536087428370055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/03/xxx.html' title='XXX'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-4640371861122989053</id><published>2010-03-08T17:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:21:39.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2B pencil'/><title type='text'>Kampongs</title><content type='html'>Bored and wanna watch an anime, but don't know what to pick?&lt;br /&gt;LINK TO MY ANIME REVIEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://animemarcus.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://animemarcus.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; (still updating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otaku is Japanese term referring to extreme fans of anime and manga. You know, those people who buy every one of their favourite manga, keep posters of anime in their rooms, and cosplay character with weird clothes and hairdo and take pictures of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm not THAT crazy, but like many other people, I draw.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm also trying to learn digitial painting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are some art contests i've participated/ planning to try out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. XMS 65th Anniversay logo design contest&lt;br /&gt;2. Doodle 4 Google&lt;br /&gt;3. Charity Art 2010&lt;br /&gt;4. National Comics Challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for 3 and 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, serious business. My previous inspiration was "Hospitals", my current inspiration is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Kampongs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I like the idea of children running on the streets chasing ducks and chickens, and woman busy stitching up clothes. The clouds roll by and thatched roofs peep from coconut trees with majestic mountains filling the background. Workers are busy pulling ox carts, fishing or planting rice, while merchants sell all sort of knick knacks from handy crafts to beans and seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty good setting for a historical story in Singapore, I guess. You can picture the cliche granpa and grandma telling the kids about "the old days" and then how the family's treasure exist etc. etc. You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH. seriously, what am I talking about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-4640371861122989053?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/4640371861122989053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=4640371861122989053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4640371861122989053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4640371861122989053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/03/kampongs.html' title='Kampongs'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-1411667640801401614</id><published>2010-03-08T04:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T04:28:18.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March camp 2010</title><content type='html'>March camp was a refresher for me this year. In a way, it helped to find out how far I've developed over this critical year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally assure myself I'm not a screw-up/muddlehead like I used to think. This year, I'm getting more "get-the-job-done-or-else" and forward looking. Hmm, still, there is a lot of things I need to work on. Shall not say what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I'm pretty happy with camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-1411667640801401614?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/1411667640801401614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=1411667640801401614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1411667640801401614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1411667640801401614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-camp-2010.html' title='March camp 2010'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-1345837727883236804</id><published>2010-03-04T22:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:22:31.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemon tea'/><title type='text'>Haircuts and paper masks</title><content type='html'>It's interesting to watch myself make the best of every bad situation this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. I'm a little silly to get overreacted by my haircut (narcissist), so I acutally begin to excuse myself by saying its a window to more a varied change of hairstyle in the future. I mean I like being creative an all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Samson's hair representing strength, mine should be confidence. All the while, my old confidence seems false, so I need to look for a new one, and the first step is... removing the old confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent an hour to paint the masks for S1 for our camp. But I lost the masks todays in school (i seriously don't know where it is, or who in the right frame of mind would wanna steal "homemade batman mask"). I failed finding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to makes new ones again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, this taught how to be more responsile for my own things and gave me another reason to test out new techniques in making masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the masks must symbolise something as well? Conserved nature? I suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, a twin-inccident of changing perceptions. I hope my words carry positive energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-1345837727883236804?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/1345837727883236804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=1345837727883236804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1345837727883236804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1345837727883236804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/03/haircuts-and-paper-masks.html' title='Haircuts and paper masks'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-1607770261556539471</id><published>2010-03-03T19:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:49:57.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ventilation fans'/><title type='text'>Life sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Warning: The following post contains outlandish language and we will not be liable to any damaged eardrums. Some animals were harmed in the making of this post. Mucus production prohibited. Please press 1. Reader discretion is adviced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seemed so perfect at one moment but not the next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week must have been created to counter the balance of the euphoria on my birthday. Basically, life sucks, and this week explains why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks when your close friend is down with a sickness and you and him can barely talk throughout the week even though he is right there beside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks when you get stinky from manual labour of collecting can and feel as though you had accomplished nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks when you took 5 MRTs across Singapore to go to your dental appointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks when you are told that you are not bossy enough to manage your CCA and you know it is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lide sucks when you made a social blunder in a event where your friends had gathered to celebrate your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks when you stare at the wall at 2am every morning, wondering what homework needs to be done, and only recalled when you are in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks when your birthday gift from the school is demerit points and a haircut that makes no distinctions between you and an NS man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks when forget to eat lunch everyday because stress is making you full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks when you haven't gotten a refund from the musicial you were forced to attend when the seats ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks when facebook gives up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks when your friend complains his test score of 18 was horrible, and yours is 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks when you always score the lowest for Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks when you drew a particular class tee design based on class' request, only to get rejected and replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks when you vented your anger from all of the above to your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like a drunk alcoholic, no longer wanting to be a perfectinoist, and care little for my narcisism, as my hopes pull me down. Stagger through life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-1607770261556539471?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/1607770261556539471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=1607770261556539471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1607770261556539471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1607770261556539471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-sucks.html' title='Life sucks'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-3840923471220672013</id><published>2010-02-28T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:06:52.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blond joke me</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I heard, will be the 1st new moon of the Chinese calendar.&lt;br /&gt;And it's my birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just hung around outside to watch the sky, but... I'm sad because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the new moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW BLOGSKIN! YEA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-3840923471220672013?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/3840923471220672013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=3840923471220672013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3840923471220672013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3840923471220672013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/02/blond-joke-me.html' title='Blond joke me'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-1993879149043080399</id><published>2010-02-26T02:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T03:02:42.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parallel universe'/><title type='text'>Destiny vs Choice</title><content type='html'>Humans are small, insignificant beings. They live in planet earth, and though it looks large... it is merely an atom in this vast universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, countless problems are concentrated into this tiny world of tiny humans.&lt;br /&gt;Humans, who think they know everything, yet feel so small and feeble.&lt;br /&gt;Humans, who create goals, yet knowing that the ultimate end is death.&lt;br /&gt;Humans, who shun sin, yet still lusting for it.&lt;br /&gt;And mini battles of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;They seem to have lost all purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fearful to think that God could just destory us in a wink, yet he did everything under the sun (or above it), to save us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destiny vs Choice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does life follow destiny or is a choice? A question that carries a large controversy. If its desinty, isn't God being unfair to those who will be lost as if he purposely planned it this way? And if it's a choice, is God unable to control our actions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing: it's destiny in a way that God knows the end from the beginning, the alpha and omega. He knows who will make it to heaven and who won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, God is here. He is here is give to give us direction, hoping we would make the right choice, despite the fact that he knows whether we can make it or not. He isn't going to give up on "future lost souls". He is delaying his return for God cannot bear to see any lost souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the size of God's love. Suggoi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-1993879149043080399?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/1993879149043080399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=1993879149043080399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1993879149043080399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1993879149043080399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/02/destiny-vs-choice.html' title='Destiny vs Choice'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-6096061064583295777</id><published>2010-02-23T04:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T04:49:27.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala :D</title><content type='html'>You'd probably won't understand what I mean, but I'm really glad that more opportunities are arriving so that I can do something for my final year here. (eg. I love the working crew in the "Yes we can", they are hilarious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there were many occassion where I just lie on the ground and watch the clouds go by. And at times, just think about life. (although people who see me are like O.o) Still, I calms your soul, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. Gotta go borrow a book. I think I need to read more. Yingting's rushing with Chinese and Khoa's rushing with English. Need to hone my languages as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-6096061064583295777?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/6096061064583295777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=6096061064583295777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6096061064583295777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6096061064583295777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/02/lalala-d.html' title='lalala :D'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-1147152116542130416</id><published>2010-02-20T20:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:59:21.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ventilation fans'/><title type='text'>"No replies" returns</title><content type='html'>Why am I beginning to think that people dislike me if they choose not to reply me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't fully understand myself as to why I treasure opinions highly, and the absence of it creates uncertainty about myself and others. Why can't I accept the fact that everyone is too busy to speak with me, hence making me less confident to start a conversation with them? Why do the lack of words create false perceptions about what the other person thinks about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why... must I evaluate friendships based on replies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm not supposed to know everything. Just because. And the fight to get you to speak will make your words something more to treasure. At times, conversations with you becomes a luxury, or a rare blue moon inccident. But how much longer till you notice the pain I'm going through? Will we always have a one sided relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, when you do speak, it is at the time I least expect. I'm never prepared to give a reply. So, I either force one out or try to get revenge by not answering. As much I hate to say this, silence shall be a barrier between us. So I would appreciate if you'd reply me, so that I know I'm not given the silent treatment (unless you ARE giving me that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To everyone, or should I say 'no one'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-1147152116542130416?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/1147152116542130416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=1147152116542130416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1147152116542130416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1147152116542130416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-replies-returns.html' title='&quot;No replies&quot; returns'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-1688068056829366794</id><published>2010-02-18T20:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:45:12.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A 3-skill experience</title><content type='html'>I'm really proud of myself these two days because of new experiences gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly is the visit to Parry Hall yesterday (17 Feb). I went as a surprise visit for Chinese New Year, but ended up learning 2 skills that I gave up on long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is playing the guitar. I simply can't hold the strings in place, but Yogie, Alvin and Arief really helpful, so I didn't mind the painful linear grooves in my fingers after learning C-G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second skill is basketball, which is my Primary School CCA. I'm not in the school team, and I have a 99% chance of shooting out of the hoop. But Yew Tong and Yew Meng played a few games with me until I can manage to shoot to 3 pointer (once only though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I helped wash cans for "Yes we can!". I've never seen so many many cans in my life. And Washing cans seem to remind me of Cambodia, because it makes you tired from hard work and there is not-so-pleasant-smell. Must thank Ying Ting for inviting me to come and Jerome and Wei Li for being great washing-partners!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plucking out can caps are more of my thing. I'm feel so high just plucking them out lol. My fingers are rough with the skin peeling off just like in Cambodia. Everyone worked really hard and I've learnt so much from everyone. They persevered so much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had counselling today and here is a short passage that inspired me (Kudos the author!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self-Confidence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What it is and what it is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Self-confidence is belief in yourself. It is not cockiness, role playing, or the trying on of different personalities to see which one fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Self-confidence is knowing who you are and cherishing the treasure. It is not about making a big splash, but rather making a big difference through the use of your gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Self-confidence is self-knowledge and belief in your abilities. It is not about stress driven accomplishments, but rather a slow and ongoing development of your best qualities over time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Self-confidence is about class, not ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Self-confidence is your personal aura of certainty that presents itself in overall composure. It is not frenzied attempt to keep up; rather it is the internal knowing hat you have already arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Self-confidence is the utilization of ommon sense. It is not an accumulation of knowledge, but rather the use of internal wisdom that allows you to be the "you" that you were born to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-1688068056829366794?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/1688068056829366794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=1688068056829366794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1688068056829366794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1688068056829366794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/02/3-skill-experience.html' title='A 3-skill experience'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-5302883099920267056</id><published>2010-02-17T03:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:11:38.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflective</title><content type='html'>I have to be honest with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really ok to learn how to socialise during such a critical year? I mean, my social circle been sailing rather smoothly, but my studies (particularly History and SS) have been falling back. I seriously couldn't finish both my papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't manage to balance my life. Recently, I've been attracted to the "Artist" aspect of my life, and I can't seem to stop doodling with my pencil. When I see everyone claiming to study 24 hours, it just hurts me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously. I ought to start revising. Since young, I've never had consistent revision, yet, as long as I payed attention in class, I can somehow pull it through class tests. But now, things seem to rely on such revision. Though my revision is falling, I'm glad that I'm able to stay awake for classes. That helps a lot. (really!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame it partly on my current reflective mood. In English and humanities, my argument seem to be running in fancy, beat-around-the-bush forms. Gotta start changing my writing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, my reflective mood had somehow given me more than 24 hours a day, if you know what i mean. I seriously find myself having so much (maybe too much) time in my hand. Perhaps, constructive work should come out of it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-5302883099920267056?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/5302883099920267056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=5302883099920267056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5302883099920267056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5302883099920267056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/02/reflective.html' title='Reflective'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-486314597793536796</id><published>2010-02-16T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:47:01.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel deprived of being high and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Where am I going to get my energy from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-486314597793536796?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/486314597793536796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=486314597793536796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/486314597793536796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/486314597793536796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-deprived-of-being-high-and-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-5994965327278786077</id><published>2010-02-14T17:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:00:00.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>I've been looking through the Cambodia photos and got some emotional aftershocks. For example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438032420253568610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: default; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/S3fFrJ5FjmI/AAAAAAAAA_M/I0k8hwialTU/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARES. I remember drawing this!!! It's a Vampire Lydia. LOL, I'm such a bad influence to the kids. I think Lydia and I were messing around too much haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me has homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;早早向你拜个年&lt;br /&gt;新春到来又一年&lt;br /&gt;食物丰富吃得甜&lt;br /&gt;身体健康是本钱&lt;br /&gt;幸福家庭好团圆&lt;br /&gt;爱情顺利桃花圆&lt;br /&gt;欢欢乐乐迎新年&lt;br /&gt;祝你虎年旺旺年&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-5994965327278786077?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/5994965327278786077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=5994965327278786077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5994965327278786077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5994965327278786077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/02/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/S3fFrJ5FjmI/AAAAAAAAA_M/I0k8hwialTU/s72-c/IMG_0297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773150583383373010.post-4193984850553160589</id><published>2010-02-12T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:23:49.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror'/><title type='text'>Who is 'me' 01 - Open jar</title><content type='html'>I've noticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I trod through the road of self-discovery.&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my heart is an open jar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like everyone. I don't seem to hate any particular group of people. Even if you are a gay, an orphan, an alien, a foreign talent, an autistic, a gangster or a particular teacher. (no offence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why hate you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on general perceptions, there are always people whom everyone "hates". I found out that many people my friends hate are people that I feel for. (once again, no offence) I seem to be able to connect with such people, because of own experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much the type of friend who is good at "just being there for you". I'm not funny, nor street-smart, nor able to give good advice. But I am able to give shelter in my open jar to those who encounter hardships. That's my strong point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once they heal, they leave my open jar. Which, of course, makes me empty. Still, that makes unique for who I am, and I'm proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought of anything unique about yourself? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-4193984850553160589?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/4193984850553160589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=4193984850553160589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4193984850553160589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4193984850553160589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-is-me-01-open-jar.html' title='Who is &apos;me&apos; 01 - Open jar'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-8939595981314054329</id><published>2010-02-10T05:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T05:11:39.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidal Wave - Owl City</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I could cross my arms and cross your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I believe you'd unfold your paper heart and wear it on your sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All my life I wish I broke mirrors instead of promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause all I see is a shattered conscience staring right back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I had covered all my tracks completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I'm so afraid, is that the light at the far end of the tunnel or just the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lift your arms, only heaven knows where the danger grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it's safe to say there's a bright light up ahead and help is on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I forget the last time I felt brave, I just recall insecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause it came down like a tidal wave and sorrow swept over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depression please cut to the chase and cut a long story short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh please be done, how much longer can this drama afford to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fate looks sharp, severs all my ties and breaks whatever doesn't bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But sadly then, all my heavy hopes just pull me back down again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I forget the last time I felt brave, I just recall insecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause it came down like a tidal wave and sorrow swept over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I was given grace and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was blind but now I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I've found a new hope from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And courage swept over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It hurts just to wake up whenever you're wearing thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alone on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So tired of looking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The end is uncertain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I've never been so afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I don't need a telescope to see that there's hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And that makes me feel brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-8939595981314054329?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/8939595981314054329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=8939595981314054329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8939595981314054329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8939595981314054329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/02/tidal-wave-owl-city.html' title='Tidal Wave - Owl City'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-7693819931565995416</id><published>2010-02-07T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:30:41.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you made me high&lt;br /&gt;you made me smile&lt;br /&gt;you made me happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-7693819931565995416?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/7693819931565995416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=7693819931565995416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/7693819931565995416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/7693819931565995416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-made-me-high-you-made-me-smile-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-5018357088726344488</id><published>2010-02-04T17:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:22:43.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemon tea'/><title type='text'>2 girls by the riverside</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A story by the counsellor that ingrained in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a picture, you see two young girls in swimsuits. They are sitting at the bank of a river. One girl dives in, swims across the river, comes out, and walks away at the other side. The other girl stands up, and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your impressions of these girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most people, you (like I) might think that the girl who swam had confidence, while the other one gave up easily. But actually, that isn't really the story, because there is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;missing information.&lt;/span&gt; Perhaps, the girl who left was a professional, and thought that the river was too easy. Or perhaps she just finished swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we just did is to give the &lt;strong&gt;"general perception".&lt;/strong&gt; We think we know the story, but there's actually no clear evidence. Life is like that. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just because a person laughs, does not mean he never cries.&lt;/span&gt; You may think that so and so has such a perfect life; or this clique has the best people ever. But you may never know what really goes on below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe someone think you are stupid, slow or dumb. If you pretend to be stupid, slow or dumb, people can't tell if it's really the case. I mean, who knows? (even if you are a bad actor) In other words, it's just people using the &lt;strong&gt;"general perception".&lt;/strong&gt; There is nothing to fear about, because they have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;missing information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. We do not have a complete picture in order to give a judgment. Who knows, we may never be granted the complete picture. So, don't come to conclusion too quickly. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-5018357088726344488?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/5018357088726344488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=5018357088726344488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5018357088726344488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5018357088726344488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-girls-by-riverside.html' title='2 girls by the riverside'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-3689630772326373366</id><published>2010-02-03T15:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:10:51.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Initiative starts with I (ok, seriously...=.=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Volunteerism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to rethink my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel seriously lost at the &lt;strong&gt;food fest&lt;/strong&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's actually because I wanted to help out, but then everyone was so busy that I didn't get a chance to voice it out. I got really frustrated, and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But firstly, why do I even want to help?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a good question that really sets me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me the answer as I was walking home. An Indian woman was lost, so she was asking me how to get to hougang interchange. It just slipped. I told her to take bus 165. And as I was crossing the road, I tried to comprehend that simple action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once since a long while, I feel a fuzzy sensation in my body. It's like, I actually acted without thinking. My volunteerism was purely associated with helping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was walking along Ion shopping centre, completely lost and cut off from the world. I was so confused and scared of the people who hurridly passed by. I didn't dare to ask for directions, thinking that they would give me that "kua simi kua" glare, and hurry off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, it's all because I didn't bother to ask. Perhaps, to save my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, at the food fest, I gave up choosing to help out, simply because no one asked me to and I wasn't really invited to help. There I go again, with my fear of rejection and being "extra" (I really should learn from Jaguar experience!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I wanted to &lt;strong&gt;get help or give help&lt;/strong&gt;, I have to be the one who initiate, not the other way around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little exaggerating , but no white lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh crap. I remember now, I'm noob at directions. I hope I didn't tell that woman the wrong way :O&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/3773150583383373010-3689630772326373366?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/3689630772326373366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=3689630772326373366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3689630772326373366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3689630772326373366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/02/initiative-starts-with-i-ok-seriously.html' title='Initiative starts with I (ok, seriously...=.=)'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-2695033906651594049</id><published>2010-02-02T18:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:08:34.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>T.T Got lost in Orchard. I'm such a navigating noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel helpless, getting stuck in the bus during peak hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. wasted 2 hours to come and go just to tighten my braces for 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EDIT 3 Feb: RAWR. ONE OF THE BRACES CHIP JUST CAME OFF. NEED TO GO BACK ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you forget to include me? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-2695033906651594049?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/2695033906651594049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=2695033906651594049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2695033906651594049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2695033906651594049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-3724817206071566193</id><published>2010-01-31T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:24:48.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new chapter begins in my life. Can't tell you yet ;)&lt;br /&gt;If I were to live for 30 years&lt;br /&gt;All the more, this chapter is important&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-3724817206071566193?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/3724817206071566193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=3724817206071566193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3724817206071566193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3724817206071566193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-chapter-begins-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-2437378975251423441</id><published>2010-01-28T03:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T03:42:59.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frappe</title><content type='html'>Do you recall the cafe we went one winter day?&lt;br /&gt;Rather than cappuchino or mocha, we bought the frappe&lt;br /&gt;We loved it's chilly sensation on the terminal's link&lt;br /&gt;And our friendship began like this Latin summer drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ice was breaking like a billion lost dream&lt;br /&gt;We held on because of its soothingly rich cream&lt;br /&gt;Crazy chills on winter days, we thought it'll end and sink&lt;br /&gt;But couldn't be better without this Latin summer drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blended with uncertainty and brewed with deep thought&lt;br /&gt;We savoured guilt and harsh feelings that life has bought&lt;br /&gt;Though our tongues were numb, it's not hard to think&lt;br /&gt;that this all started with this Latin summer drink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-2437378975251423441?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/2437378975251423441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=2437378975251423441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2437378975251423441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2437378975251423441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/frappe.html' title='Frappe'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-2111313799018974655</id><published>2010-01-26T05:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:56:29.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parallel universe'/><title type='text'>Hero worship</title><content type='html'>Childhood heroes form the pinnacle of a childhood memory. Speed Racer was my childhood hero. I still recall all that POW POW action. An even the theme song still rings in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years down the road, I found out he is a cartoon character. Disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, there is striking parallelism of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm a teen now, I still have heroes. I hero worship. &lt;em&gt;Is it something to be proud of?&lt;/em&gt; I've noticed, these past weeks, that there are lots of people in school that I try too hard to copy or follow. Or perhaps they just impressed me. (The number keeps growing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, my interactions with them become limited. It's like a one-sided relationship because I feel too unworthy to speak with them. Hence, distancing myself from them, yet secretly admiring. Stalker? (muhaha, who knows?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel this ought to stop. Because once a hero fails, the fans will do so too. That's quite a load of expectations. But this relationship is not meant to last, sadly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have to be our own heroes, not someone else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I keep to my word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-2111313799018974655?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/2111313799018974655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=2111313799018974655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2111313799018974655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2111313799018974655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/hero-worship.html' title='Hero worship'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-4046104916016621074</id><published>2010-01-25T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:53:39.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day as a self-appointed House comm member</title><content type='html'>This day turned out unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stepped out of comfort zone, to violate my old way of thinking. It's a pretty dumb story. I wanted to join the Jaguar house comm since Sec 1 but all the captains never let me join in (all for some odd reasons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this year, I decided to show initiative, by forcefully self-appointing myself as a member (at least for today). It's weird, how it go against my nature to just barge in and become "extra". But I must thank Wei Li for boosting my confidence to give it a try. Otherwise, I would still be wearing my Jaguar tee under my uniform and never come out of my "shell".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, it was awkward. I couldn't put myself together to get Jaguar people to settle. Either because I never lead before, or because I don't know if I have the rights to do so. I didn't feel welcome at all, knowing that I'm actually some "extra" person. Got used to it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What role am I? Some reenforcements I guess, since I'm pretty crazy over cheering. I'm really glad that Yong Guan is the captain, because he's truly sincere (and charismatic). And he said something that voices out my intentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It's our last year here, let's give some contributions"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this IS the pain has been lingering in my heart. I have heartfelt regrets for not helping the school. I mean like, I feel so stupid for not using my talents. I'm not the type who can seek for opportunities to contribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I hope this gives you enough hints, that I didn't write those suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-4046104916016621074?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/4046104916016621074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=4046104916016621074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4046104916016621074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4046104916016621074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-as-self-appointed-house-comm-member.html' title='A day as a self-appointed House comm member'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-5461296200044720930</id><published>2010-01-23T20:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:22:53.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemon tea'/><title type='text'>That makes sense!</title><content type='html'>Everyone is busy,&lt;br /&gt;and I am too free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it I'm still waiting for someone to tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is busy,&lt;br /&gt;and I am too free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-5461296200044720930?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/5461296200044720930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=5461296200044720930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5461296200044720930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5461296200044720930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/brother-blues.html' title='That makes sense!'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-2961630551524762301</id><published>2010-01-22T05:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:21:52.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2B pencil'/><title type='text'>Random Musings</title><content type='html'>Got lots of things to say. Where shall I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Manga inspirations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current inspiration is on "hospitals". Because I figured out that hospitals are more than just rehabilitation centers. It's an interesting subject to draw. Here are some stuff I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospitals are the world's happiest and saddest place.&lt;br /&gt;In 99% of all movies, there is a hospital scene.&lt;br /&gt;Nurses are stereotypically sexy. The opposite is also true.&lt;br /&gt;Doctors don't always wear white. Like duh.&lt;br /&gt;Never eat hospital food. It's like... so healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Reflection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the opposite of "love"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people say "hate", but I once heard that the opposite of love could be "self". Because we can't actually love if we think of ourselves. I realised that yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love one self"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good yet bad saying, and yet is makes an oxymoron if love and self are opposite. I think I've been kinda selfish 50% of the time (ok, maybe 70%). Cos I usually work for personal goals and glory. I guess I should really think though about this. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;From what I know, this is a true fact: I have poor sense of humours. My jokes are really really not funny. Hence, I decided to do an observation of funny people in my life, and figure out which humour type shall be suitable for me. Here are the humours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repititive humour - "Nice is nice but nice is not nice"&lt;br /&gt;Voice-changing humour - Vary tones to act &lt;s&gt;gay&lt;/s&gt; funny&lt;br /&gt;Crazy humour - Acting like you're crazy/gay&lt;br /&gt;Ditsy humour - Acting blur, stupid and unaware of things&lt;br /&gt;Stand-up comedy humour - Effective use of anecdotes&lt;br /&gt;Single word humour - (example: "FAIL" "DINGDONG")&lt;br /&gt;Vitrous humour - Jelly-like substance in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Oxymoron humour - "I always lie", "I don't know english"&lt;br /&gt;Childish humour - Treat yourself better. (e.g. Mr Bean)&lt;br /&gt;"Give names to things that make no sense" humour - (see above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything will appeal to everyone. Currently still thinking through it. (: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this isn't funny. ):&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/3773150583383373010-2961630551524762301?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/2961630551524762301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=2961630551524762301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2961630551524762301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2961630551524762301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-musings.html' title='Random Musings'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-3913907054298757703</id><published>2010-01-21T05:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:26:19.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parallel universe'/><title type='text'>Parallel Universe - NON sense?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, there are mysteries that can never be solved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because the clues do not exist at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, we should never know the whole truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;only parts of it which makes no sense to us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and I only make up a tiny tiny fraction of the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are billions out there, each with a different story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With infinite numbers, maybe, just maybe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is someone out there who knows exactly how you feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And one day, we might be lucky to meet them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;though there is only one in a kazillion chances.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-3913907054298757703?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/3913907054298757703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=3913907054298757703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3913907054298757703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3913907054298757703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/parallel-universe-non-sense.html' title='Parallel Universe - NON sense?'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-8294423523971279306</id><published>2010-01-19T05:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T06:03:03.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My passion for art is rekindling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't live without you, don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-8294423523971279306?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/8294423523971279306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=8294423523971279306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8294423523971279306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8294423523971279306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-passion-for-art-is-rekindling-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-3271025206992093440</id><published>2010-01-17T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:57:20.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't deserve the fame&lt;br /&gt;if you wrote down my name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-3271025206992093440?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/3271025206992093440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=3271025206992093440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3271025206992093440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3271025206992093440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-deserve-fame-if-you-wrote-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-6341730015541125429</id><published>2010-01-16T20:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:51:51.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The black and white</title><content type='html'>Promised Wei Li to post my ideas on ethnics from english class... so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do circumstances surrounding an action change whether the action is right or wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Intentions do not justify actions. Stealing for hunger or killing for self defence still makes sin, a sin. These actions will evidentally harm another party for sake of one's self. If there are shades of grey, the border between right and wrong will be undefined. This complicates laws and detroy order. And life, is based on laws. (for example, law of gravity.) One is either guilty or innocent, never in between. Being ambiguous about it, will not solve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does everyone deserve to be helped? Should we help everyone, or are there only certain people we should help.?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. We are all humans, and equal. Everyone deserves assistance and everyone has rights. However, there is only so much we can do. We also ought to be vigilant while helping others, lest we get manipulated or used. Even criminals need help, in terms of counselling and turning straight. However, there is one exception. People who avoid help, should not be helped. These are the people who think they are independant. These are the ones, whom if we help, will aggrevate the situation (and might lead to suicides etc.). Instead, we should leave the doors open for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone has different opinions, but many answer whatever is considered acceptable in society. Again, it's ethnics within ethnics.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let's dare to voice what you really think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know 3 people with insomia. I wish I had insomia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-6341730015541125429?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/6341730015541125429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=6341730015541125429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6341730015541125429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6341730015541125429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/black-and-white.html' title='The black and white'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-3863405829601064374</id><published>2010-01-15T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:31:35.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bipolar: Happy CCA, Sad Class</title><content type='html'>Been thinking&lt;br /&gt;About how I actually live life&lt;br /&gt;With no knowledge of what's happening&lt;br /&gt;My mind is somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juniors, i thought, that you too&lt;br /&gt;were unaware of your environment&lt;br /&gt;But you proved me wrong&lt;br /&gt;and now I find more need&lt;br /&gt;to carry on in St John&lt;br /&gt;I felt pride, for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time here will be short&lt;br /&gt;so I wish that&lt;br /&gt;you will take good care&lt;br /&gt;of sick mother St John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That she may flourish and&lt;br /&gt;make a name known to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I found my place here&lt;br /&gt;St John is where I started&lt;br /&gt;and where I shall end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will i no longer envy other CCAs&lt;br /&gt;Green shall be my hated colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple issues can get misinterpreted&lt;br /&gt;And soon the water boils&lt;br /&gt;And how one person can just change&lt;br /&gt;the course of nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher, who impossibly resembles&lt;br /&gt;another whose style is different&lt;br /&gt;Can stir confusion for his student&lt;br /&gt;and unintentionally leave behind&lt;br /&gt;an armageddon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I'm utterly embarassed&lt;br /&gt;to be mixed in this intellect war&lt;br /&gt;of students I once respected&lt;br /&gt;In a collective called classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United we stand, divided&lt;br /&gt;we still stand, but&lt;br /&gt;we're trying to push one another down&lt;br /&gt;and pretend we are still strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon it will stop&lt;br /&gt;and my ears I need not cover&lt;br /&gt;For school politics&lt;br /&gt;is just another phase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-3863405829601064374?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/3863405829601064374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=3863405829601064374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3863405829601064374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3863405829601064374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/bipolar-happy-cca-sad-cass.html' title='Bipolar: Happy CCA, Sad Class'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-3703142281703312762</id><published>2010-01-13T16:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:17:36.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A justifiable comparison</title><content type='html'>Reflected a little on my dormant life in school. Now i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were never chosen for any event, it's not because you are not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because there are too many other people who are exceptionally good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are only so little places left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sad but true. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is swelling with content. It's too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-3703142281703312762?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/3703142281703312762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=3703142281703312762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3703142281703312762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/3703142281703312762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/justifiable-comparison.html' title='A justifiable comparison'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-1558386358708632296</id><published>2010-01-12T19:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:03:19.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm perfectly fine, to those who you thought you hurt me or whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is unexpectedly good. At first, I thought yesterday (a superb day), was one of those really really rare days. I thought today would just be a normal one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right... for the first half. Lessons went too fast for me. TERRIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened in recess. I saw Shawn and I wanted to scare him, so I pushed him from behind. Then, I saw that he was holding a cup of milo, and his balance was so perfect that he didn't spill anything. Then he told me that Rui Nah, because she laughed so hard, that her milo spilt on her shirt.... so now she in toilet and shawn holding the cup ROFL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? We went to the 5 pigs statue area and Rui Nah was being eccentric and all. She like offer the milo to the statue kid, and acted lovesick with principal Yap. Moreover, she called the biggest pig as "Shawn". HAHAHA. Wish i took a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing happened. Khoa was really hyper today (you won't believe it's him), while yingting and I were depressed. (An exact opposite of yesterday and everyday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain was swelling really badly by the time chemistry ended on desulfurisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cranky day changed when I went for XSP meeting. There was the dry-run presentation for the teachers and stuff. Though my overloaded mind no longer accepts anymore info, it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, many of us decided to stay back to help out. Was hungry, so I ate my stockpiled strawberry pocky in my bag. Bye bye to food security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRAWBERRY ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 630, it was left with 8 of us and we go SIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Li was super duper funny when he sent an email (and wrote RANDOM things), and tried to enter leishi's blog to find the secret of the "white knight".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the back-t0-back reflection thingy and truth or dare. We also did chicken dance, chop chilli and cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: "TUI!!! TUI!! I CANNOT STAND!" - Leishi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 XSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes, I wonder... which JC or poly we would end up in. Will some of us be together, or will we be separated? For once, in my 3 years in school, I wish I don't have to graduate. Unlike what the 2006 open house said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XMS was never my home.&lt;br /&gt;I was never given any chance to feel so.&lt;br /&gt;I can't participate in a single:&lt;br /&gt;homecoming&lt;br /&gt;sportsday&lt;br /&gt;N2D&lt;br /&gt;Aesthetics performance&lt;br /&gt;or even anniversaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My absence, makes no difference to the numbers or scores.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really belong here, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in XSP, I'm loved. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-1558386358708632296?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/1558386358708632296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=1558386358708632296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1558386358708632296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1558386358708632296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-2101894846701476138</id><published>2010-01-11T17:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:01:40.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Cent Coin</title><content type='html'>Current mood: Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Lesson: It's exhilarating to succeed, but it's more exhilarating to share someone's success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY is a superb day, fuelled by a rare encounter and chat with Wei Li when going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ultra talkative today - a rare trait from a shy person like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, english class was a graveyard. I'm really glad Wei Li is sitting next to me, because I might die of the silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I'm so excited the SLs are back. The more the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had height-and-weight taking session for PE today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I grew shorter by 1 cm and heavier by 5 kg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am disappointed, I just pretended I'm growing muscles (OMG random). To those who succeeded me in terms of height, good job and lucky for you. I SHALL CATCH UP SOON *evil laughs*. (OMG SUPER random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. For chinese, Hua lao shi is in good mood and I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVING&lt;/span&gt; chinese. That's totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess: SAI TAI YANG while eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingting was hyper too when she used her PE shirt as a cape and called herself superwoman. You can never not laugh if you sit beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Ruihao and Jovy for the GPA. And Ssgt Shili for her 6 A1s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's O level result time. I'm not nervous (because I never took any papers).... just bored. So I played with a 50 cent coin with Zheng Fong, Jia Hao, Fabian and Nghia. It's funny how something so simple could keep us occupied for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the class scored lots of A1s for MT O level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was ecstatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking hands, and screaming, I never felt so happy for OTHER people's results before. It's like an inspiration to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you didn't reach your goals. And I really feel sorry. Don't feel so bad ok? You have 9 other subjects which can pull you up. There is still a chance to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50 cent coin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shall serve to remind me of the joy of sharing success. All the more I want to reach out to everyone, share my notes, and lend a hand (or a shoulder).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm energised. Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.0 I like wearing oversized T shirts (OMG ULTRA random)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-2101894846701476138?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/2101894846701476138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=2101894846701476138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2101894846701476138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2101894846701476138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/50-cent-coin.html' title='50 Cent Coin'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-1894013754350950213</id><published>2010-01-11T04:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T04:58:23.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying on my bed, Cushions on my head</title><content type='html'>Morning dawned at me&lt;br /&gt;Awoken up at three&lt;br /&gt;Lying on my bed&lt;br /&gt;Cushions on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the sky&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why&lt;br /&gt;I missed you yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never noticed too&lt;br /&gt;How I try to be like you&lt;br /&gt;Hero-worship is a child's act&lt;br /&gt;Liking you will not change this fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Computer screen&lt;br /&gt;Glowed luminant green&lt;br /&gt;Vented depression, I typed&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework clean&lt;br /&gt;Fan screamed&lt;br /&gt;Files on desk&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines messed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panelling across the street&lt;br /&gt;You peacefully sleep&lt;br /&gt;Lying on your bed&lt;br /&gt;Cushions on your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a balloon that is red&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-1894013754350950213?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/1894013754350950213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=1894013754350950213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1894013754350950213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1894013754350950213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/lying-on-my-bed-cushions-on-my-head.html' title='Lying on my bed, Cushions on my head'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-9093022759900093833</id><published>2010-01-06T18:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:53:13.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School lacks emphasis on art</title><content type='html'>I've been having an attitude problem lately, and feeling dettached from the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been denying that "drawing" is my real talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a good debater, nor a school leader, nor a athlete, much less a musician. I'm just someone who can draw behind the scenes. And that's why I hate my talent so much. It's practically useless, unentertaining and not life-changing. I want other talents, because art isn't publically a popular talent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the school praises sports, performing arts and SINGING so much? And why is it that there is so little places, recognition or contests for "drawing"? I'm so sick of the saying: "finishing school for leaders", or the fact that XGT didn't include art. I feel deprived of such chances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world of art seems so small. We never see any major art contest like SYF, world cup, or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it's a sign that I must take the initiative to make art more visible in school. I shall make art more exciting than sports or music. This is called an enterprising mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been new sculptures in school... they spoke to me, and gave me the inspiration to write this post. I've also signed up for the 65th anniversary logo contest and won. Yeah, the teachers said they liked the interesting way I potrayed "65".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the first step. Wish me luck (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I start a drawing club? (exclusively for drawing, not general art)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-9093022759900093833?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/9093022759900093833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=9093022759900093833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/9093022759900093833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/9093022759900093833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/talents.html' title='School lacks emphasis on art'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-8511269037094686257</id><published>2010-01-05T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:55:03.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much knowledge = complicated decisions</title><content type='html'>Ok, I think my burn from XSP outing, isn't actually a burn.&lt;br /&gt;I suspect it's an abrasion.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's a little of both.&lt;br /&gt;I've placed bandaids, kitchen foil and anticeptic. And it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the deal is: having too much knowlege can make things complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if I weren't a first aider, I'd probably say:  "Oh, I got a burn. Just wash it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I seem to want perfection... and it resulted me in worrying about the diagnosis. Only to end up giving the wrong treatment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, I thought I had a fractured finger. I bandage my arm like crazy... only to find out its only a sprain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my current wound/burn, I placed a bandaid mindlessly on half of it (because I couldn't decide). When I took it out, the skin tore into a laceration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;partial abrasion-laceration burn&lt;/span&gt;. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To non first aiders, you probably won't understand what I'm crapping about... but the moral is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being cautious is important, but overworrying about minute details won't help.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I'd stick with simplicity. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-8511269037094686257?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/8511269037094686257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=8511269037094686257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8511269037094686257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8511269037094686257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-much-knowledge-complicated.html' title='Too much knowledge = complicated decisions'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-2041576217940680259</id><published>2010-01-04T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:39:41.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall be interesting</title><content type='html'>I suppose this year, school shall be more politcally active than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since many interesting things are happening simulataneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65th anniversary is definitely one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my isolated but super unique designed classroom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-2041576217940680259?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/2041576217940680259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=2041576217940680259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2041576217940680259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2041576217940680259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/shall-be-interesting.html' title='Shall be interesting'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-5302625562847337375</id><published>2010-01-03T21:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:28:57.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XSP on wheels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;XSP went to East coast park to cycle and roller blade today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to roller blading, most of us were 1st timers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although at first it seems amusing to see a blue group of teens clinging on to one another in roller blades, moving like a snail and screaming out loud, you'd be astounded by how gracefully we fall and support one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those who scream at every second, and those who repeatedly fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But still moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a peeling, sticky second-degree burn on my calf thanks to the roller blades. But I don't mind the pain, knowing that my experience bar just increased. This trip has given me a fresh new start and I'm just ready face the tragedies of a graduating year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, school sucks, but that's why I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, when we go to school, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;our legs shall ache epicly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevetheless, we know that this year started&lt;strong&gt; extreme.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do rollerblades (or bicycles), symbolise to you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 250th post (((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-5302625562847337375?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/5302625562847337375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=5302625562847337375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5302625562847337375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5302625562847337375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/roller-blades.html' title='XSP on wheels'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-473488595616394926</id><published>2010-01-02T14:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:57:48.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time transitions</title><content type='html'>It's 2010, and time for changes and resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;That's what people always say.&lt;br /&gt;They think 2010 means a new them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they throw 2009 away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's kinda sad throwing away you old self.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever miss the times you had in the past? (even if it's bad)&lt;br /&gt;I already missed mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time, I'm still not in 2010 nor in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe halfway in between...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure your past. [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say I talk to myself too much. I'll stop, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-473488595616394926?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/473488595616394926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=473488595616394926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/473488595616394926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/473488595616394926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-transitions.html' title='Time transitions'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-8999297397456547760</id><published>2009-12-31T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:31:36.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I talk too much to myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-8999297397456547760?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/8999297397456547760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=8999297397456547760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8999297397456547760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8999297397456547760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-talk-too-much-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-2383436510084688364</id><published>2009-12-30T19:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:41:50.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden Senior-Junior relations</title><content type='html'>I used to think that everyone was like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Big mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sec 1, I was a strong believer of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;senior-junior relationships&lt;/span&gt;. One that would create a sense of belonging and mutual understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be very close to a senior (name, I shall not mention), 2 years ago. I remember once on MSN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: IC (that time), how come you didn't invite me to view your blog?&lt;br /&gt;senior: well, because cpl (???) said we cannot be to close to your batch.&lt;br /&gt;me: but why? does she hate me?&lt;br /&gt;senior: no, she doesn't. it's in order for you all to respect us.&lt;br /&gt;me: but IC, I like and respect you because you are nice, not because you are mean.&lt;br /&gt;senior: aww. ok, invited ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was naive then. Very.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think: nice people= good, mean people= die b!tch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was determined to break the barrier that coexist between seniors and juniors, mainly due to my hurt experience. I want juniors to understand the rationale of our actions. I wanted change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to say that. But I fear you think i'm being too crazy and never brought it up again. ever. Till this day, because Sir had voiced everything I wanted to say for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was just ONE BIG PROBLEM, that I failed to discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are different. For 2 years, I took juniors for first aid. I really thought that being nice would work out good, but I only made things worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing one eye, I've spoilt them. My peers worked hard. All it took was one nice guy to spoil it. I ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, my thick skull shall never fully understand the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;forbiddancy&lt;/span&gt; of a senior-junior relationship which I still dearly treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret. not because of what you did. but because of what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to my juniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I may snap soon. My evil side ain't pretty people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-2383436510084688364?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/2383436510084688364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=2383436510084688364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2383436510084688364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2383436510084688364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/forbidden-senior-junior-relations.html' title='Forbidden Senior-Junior relations'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-372396881474856223</id><published>2009-12-29T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:36:33.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parallel universe'/><title type='text'>Parallel Universe - CCAs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm feeling really isolated from my SJAB squad mates lately. Actually, this feeling has been with me for quite long... like let's say... SEC ONE? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered, how it's like if you joined another CCA? Well I really do. I've studied a little about &lt;strong&gt;parallel universes&lt;/strong&gt;. And that it's possible that another YOU could be living right now doing something slightly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball, library and choir were all &lt;em&gt;nearly&lt;/em&gt; my CCA. Maybe somewhere out there, there is another me, where my appeal to SJAB was declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What kind of person would I be in another CCA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm in volleyball, I'm sure I'd be the shortest player lol. Perhaps, I'd REALLY know what it's like to be a champion. And have treasured teammates (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'd be a librarian. I'd go there every recess and yell at people to be quiet. (: And I'd read, loving my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I could be in the chorale. Travelling overseas. Sing with scholars. and become equally talented in music as my sister. MUHAHA YES &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, the other mes are having it rough. And they wish they were in SJAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Recently, I've falled completely in love with... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the media club &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not betraying St John!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that... things seems so much simpler there. There may not be a lot of CCA points, but they're a big family of four (departments). Well... I could be biased since I've met many awesome people there this year. You know who you are ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhhhh dear. I don't seem to be treasuring what I'm having. OMG, seriously, this isn't like me. Forget what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I try to be nice&lt;br /&gt;so I willingly&lt;br /&gt;let people manipulate me&lt;br /&gt;so I can be their friend&lt;br /&gt;Yet I want something in return&lt;br /&gt;which I usually I don't get&lt;br /&gt;And I think people hate me&lt;br /&gt;and I think I did something wrong&lt;br /&gt;So, I try to be nicer&lt;br /&gt;so I wilingly&lt;br /&gt;let people manipulate 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/3773150583383373010-372396881474856223?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/372396881474856223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773150583383373010.post-6368054131971003227</id><published>2009-12-28T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:29:48.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needle</title><content type='html'>I thought you liked me liked me&lt;br /&gt;But you just liked me&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I am like&lt;br /&gt;a needle in your haystacked life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to mend you&lt;br /&gt;but only hurting you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were important to me&lt;br /&gt;and I thought I was to you&lt;br /&gt;But that was just a delusion&lt;br /&gt;You have much better things to do&lt;br /&gt;than to be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a friend&lt;br /&gt;nothing less&lt;br /&gt;nothing more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's forbidden&lt;br /&gt;but i thought you'd figured out&lt;br /&gt;that I am waiting eternally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite knowing the chances we meet&lt;br /&gt;is like finding that needle in a haystack&lt;br /&gt;But apparently,&lt;br /&gt;that needle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't even there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-6368054131971003227?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/6368054131971003227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=6368054131971003227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6368054131971003227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6368054131971003227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/needle.html' title='Needle'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-4229278991592010332</id><published>2009-12-25T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:38:53.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue christmas</title><content type='html'>Unlike the tale, no star in sight,&lt;br /&gt;For the city was bathed in light.&lt;br /&gt;Festive colours of green and red,&lt;br /&gt;Spins around my lethargic head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs hurt from door to door&lt;br /&gt;What's with christmas any more?&lt;br /&gt;Sang carols till the clock said 2&lt;br /&gt;My voice was gone this christmas blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gingerbread, pretzel and cookie mound&lt;br /&gt;I grew heavier yet by another pound&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean winter: rains from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Pitter patter makes it 24/7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradictions were christmas bringing&lt;br /&gt;A silent night with sleighbells ringing?&lt;br /&gt;A peaceful night with rehersals and singing?&lt;br /&gt;I certain lost what's Christmas meaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-4229278991592010332?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/4229278991592010332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=4229278991592010332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4229278991592010332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4229278991592010332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/blue-christmas.html' title='Blue christmas'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-1728291051229473421</id><published>2009-12-22T22:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:27:06.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kampuchea Tales #7 - Still nights</title><content type='html'>Rest of December Holidays. AKA SLOTH (Simply lonely on the holidays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking alot at the oppotunities that passed me by.&lt;br /&gt;The world can carry on without me.&lt;br /&gt;For I am in no positions. Just floating around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I must start now, or is too late?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-1728291051229473421?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/1728291051229473421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=1728291051229473421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1728291051229473421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1728291051229473421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/kampuchea-tales-7-still-nights.html' title='Kampuchea Tales #7 - Still nights'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-6801281777471322884</id><published>2009-12-20T14:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:51:13.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>Kampuchea Tales #6 - Needs and Wants</title><content type='html'>1 December 2009. The last day in Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the Russian market. After the inccident at the Angkor Wat, where I was "harmlessly" cheated by the keychain girl, I did a lot of shopping to satisfy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417204187736946098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/Sy3GgdXRtbI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Gx1ra3fvCk4/s320/IMG_1623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used almost all my money.&lt;br /&gt;52 US dollars had gone bad.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I saw, I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Should I feel happy or sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there came a point where I really don't know who I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Material goods are temporary. Yet, we all crave for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we urbaners are still bombarded with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Advertisements, Bargains, Sales!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And we're stuck in the abyss of temptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a strange dream. I was 6 and given a box of chocolates with other kids. I saw that the chococlates were detailed and perfectly sculptured (rabbits, candles, etc.) While other kids ate theirs immediately, I felt it's such a waste to eat them and I gave them to random people on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, to you, this is some child-fairytale dream.&lt;br /&gt;But it's sort of a reminder, of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I always saved the best for last &lt;/span&gt;and wanted to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have I been a glutton lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I wished I was in Savong orphanage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where a bicycle means everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-6801281777471322884?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/6801281777471322884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=6801281777471322884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6801281777471322884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6801281777471322884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/kampuchea-tales-6-needs-and-wants.html' title='Kampuchea Tales #6 - Needs and Wants'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/Sy3GgdXRtbI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Gx1ra3fvCk4/s72-c/IMG_1623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773150583383373010.post-8020226987481142328</id><published>2009-12-20T13:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:47:10.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>She started off, not as a white dove&lt;br /&gt;but a balancing raven on threadbare love&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the nest of flames- a vindication&lt;br /&gt;Of her strength, her name, and her re-creation&lt;br /&gt;Fearing not rejection nor social hate&lt;br /&gt;Her feelings overtures to contemporary fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clout he had, but with provoking air&lt;br /&gt;He was mired in his delusive lair&lt;br /&gt;Yet still unyielding to a humpty's fall&lt;br /&gt;His silent calls brings hope to all&lt;br /&gt;Mindfully amiable, he knows what he does&lt;br /&gt;Heights he will reach, no doubt, no fuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side by side we climbed up those hills&lt;br /&gt;to fetch inspirations in rusty pails&lt;br /&gt;Despite hollow rancours we all possess&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys, you are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dedicated to Leishi and Liren :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Pretty rough poem... sorrys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-8020226987481142328?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/8020226987481142328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=8020226987481142328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8020226987481142328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8020226987481142328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-2188696959880804670</id><published>2009-12-16T19:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:06:52.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiming for VJC</title><content type='html'>Aiming for VJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go to some college USA, but mom wants me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to stay in Singapore, my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dears. I'm the opposite of other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-2188696959880804670?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/2188696959880804670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=2188696959880804670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2188696959880804670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2188696959880804670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/aiming-for-vjc.html' title='Aiming for VJC'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773150583383373010.post-1960861063668740027</id><published>2009-12-16T10:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:47:51.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia Post-its</title><content type='html'>Cambodia is upside down. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415705772118566210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: default; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/SyhztMMo5UI/AAAAAAAAA-8/_wj6OqvJe8U/s320/01122009046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their light switches. Up=on, down=off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "sony" was printed upside down on the TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The larger side of the styrofoam food box is the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... I understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the sticky sides of post-it notes are faced up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted time, writing on the wrong side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been doing things wrongly as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Don't buy Cambodian post-its. They don't really stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I decided to waste them by studying Chinese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415705761454583330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/SyhzskeJbiI/AAAAAAAAA-0/jgjSCMC9LhI/s320/IMG_1699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed. GB wins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-1960861063668740027?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/1960861063668740027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=1960861063668740027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1960861063668740027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1960861063668740027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/upside-down-cambodia.html' title='Cambodia Post-its'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/SyhztMMo5UI/AAAAAAAAA-8/_wj6OqvJe8U/s72-c/01122009046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773150583383373010.post-6179152321446655158</id><published>2009-12-15T01:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:01:15.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossover</title><content type='html'>A normal post after a tedious period of reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that lots of Sec 3s are having their &lt;strong&gt;crossovers&lt;/strong&gt;. That means: they are gonna stop playing, and study hard for 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided, that I shall do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with maths, english, chinese and a bit of physics left. (Finished Chem and History!) Not to mention: NYP, XSP reflections/initiatives and AC trainings to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to restock my wadrobe because my clothes are so tiny now. :O Lately, I've been meddling around with the music industry. Exploring all sorts of music and neglecting my art. Music is so addictive... D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalked and caught a cockroach just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also caught the facebook syndrome. must... stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope my crossover succeeds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's work hard together everyone! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-6179152321446655158?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/6179152321446655158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=6179152321446655158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6179152321446655158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/6179152321446655158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/serious-studies.html' title='Crossover'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-520407534029360731</id><published>2009-12-13T20:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:33:31.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>Kampuchea Tales #5 - Fragmented history</title><content type='html'>30 November 2009. Visit to genocide musuem AKA S-21 in Polpot's regime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authorities&lt;br /&gt;Black n white&lt;br /&gt;Chilled&lt;br /&gt;Dried&lt;br /&gt;Empty&lt;br /&gt;Faces&lt;br /&gt;Gruesome&lt;br /&gt;Haunts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to feel much. I don't share the same roots as the Cambodians, how can I ever feel hated and wrath? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's simply impossible to comprehend this.&lt;/span&gt; I never experienced a regime before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel angry at myself for not feeling angry.&lt;/span&gt; A mixed-up irony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour guide lady, unlike me, was a survivor. She suddenly talked about her experience about running away. Her family's gone. Her daughter died. As I hear an eyewitness recount, I feel more accustomed to their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady now earns a living off her unwanted memoirs. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For the sake tourism, Cambodians are re-living the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this all mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;History shapes the present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, is a legion of questions. Brace yourselves people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cambodia is supposed to be agricultural society. And there is a sudden leap to tourism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is there a short-term economic growth? Are service sectors just pretending to please the tourists for the sake of surviving? Do they even have a long-term goal to improve the standard of living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will the young ones ever accept Polpot's regime? Will adults ever overcome their past? Will the government try to cover black history up? Is education the missing piece to development? Is the newest generation the ones needed to lead Cambodia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many orphanages are out there? Are there some that no one ever knows? Is it fair that money always goes to the well-publicised ones? Who's the real people in charge of the orphanages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is the government doing enough? Or can they even do anything? Do the money we send ever reach the poor? Is everything engulfed in corruption and pandemonium, or is there still hope? What initiatives have been done? Are they effective enough? And why... are there so many unanswered questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But most of all: What's next for Cambodia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe, no one shall ever know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-520407534029360731?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/520407534029360731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=520407534029360731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/520407534029360731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/520407534029360731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/kampuchea-tales-5-fragmented-history.html' title='Kampuchea Tales #5 - Fragmented history'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-9142996398640470946</id><published>2009-12-11T16:19:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:20:51.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>Kampuchea tales #4 - Give by taking</title><content type='html'>29 Novemember 2009. The day that everyone says is impossible to describe. But being the stubborn boy I am, here are 7 couplets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each block finds a place in art&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plastic bricks built from their heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pencils scratch on papered floors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Draw open life's infinite doors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Folded sheets of nature's wood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rivet the ceilings with pristine good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melodic rhymes and nurseric beats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fill the rooms with alacritous feets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whispered words with he who reads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brings to light their daily needs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plans were buried in sunburnt clay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Innocent musings had swept the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone's tied by an invisble cord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though each orphan's on his own accord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;language has a limitation&lt;/span&gt;. Indeed, no words can explain the mixed feelings we had. Reality brings limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We came, while knowing that life won't improve.&lt;br /&gt;They opened up to us, while knowing that we will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothing bad will change, nothing good will stay.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish things were the other way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My greedy arms never want to let go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve it, but I want more...&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear my heartbeat rising?...&lt;br /&gt;Am I selfish?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our visit to Savong Orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;We did what we could&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't much.&lt;br /&gt;We took more.&lt;br /&gt;We feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it's through taking, that we gave to the orphans as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a never ending cycle.&lt;br /&gt;We took this experience, now let's give it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Share it to the next generation of scholars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and the next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-9142996398640470946?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/9142996398640470946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=9142996398640470946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/9142996398640470946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/9142996398640470946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/kampuchea-tales-4-give-by-taking.html' title='Kampuchea tales #4 - Give by taking'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-4603794110482580273</id><published>2009-12-11T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:06:31.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No replies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I spoke online.&lt;br /&gt;Got no replies&lt;br /&gt;Waited for it.&lt;br /&gt;Time just flies.&lt;br /&gt;Have I talked weird,&lt;br /&gt;That people feared,&lt;br /&gt;I am stalking them with shifty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loggohorea,&lt;br /&gt;is off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to stop.&lt;br /&gt;I can't look.&lt;br /&gt;For their bore,&lt;br /&gt;Could last no more.&lt;br /&gt;Yet they dare not say my gobbledygook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so free.&lt;br /&gt;Too much time.&lt;br /&gt;Is no comments,&lt;br /&gt;considered fine?&lt;br /&gt;To me, it counts&lt;br /&gt;as it amounts&lt;br /&gt;to the friendship that we might bind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time can't wait,&lt;br /&gt;They're all not free.&lt;br /&gt;To spare a second,&lt;br /&gt;To talk with me.&lt;br /&gt;But please, reply,&lt;br /&gt;if we pass by,&lt;br /&gt;For I want to know what you think of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-4603794110482580273?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/4603794110482580273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=4603794110482580273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4603794110482580273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4603794110482580273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-replies.html' title='No replies'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-8687650643049428655</id><published>2009-12-10T13:08:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:02:56.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>Kampuchea Tales #3 - Soft</title><content type='html'>28 November 2009. Yet another disturbing road to self discovery. This day, my beloved XSP went to the orphanage again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the road begins in the bus. I had been denied the chance to play "tap tap" (a game on Wei Li's iphone), even after bugging him several times. When he finally let me play, he added jokingly that it was because &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was kind of too soft&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soft? Sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too passive?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to put it this way,&lt;br /&gt;but is my character kind of gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a chance to prove em wrong&lt;br /&gt;When the swapover brought some labour along&lt;br /&gt;This was my chance to show em my spirit!&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me folks, I'll just do it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you get the picture. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A hypersensitive boy trying to prove his manness in the middle of Cambodia.&lt;/span&gt; How more exciting can it get?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mixing Cement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;150kg of cement mix.&lt;br /&gt;18 buckets of sand.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly a gallon of water.&lt;br /&gt;These were the ingredients chosen to make the perfect cement.&lt;br /&gt;But XSP added an extra ingredient to the concotion -- Enthusiasm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The above statement already proves my childishness. * ----- Just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, I shed my blood, sweat and tears trying to mix the pile of mess up. I was really determined to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;But I grew weary.&lt;br /&gt;For I wasn't aware of that missing ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only when the scholars sang riduculous songs, did I realise the importance of child-like behaviours.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; No amount of manly labour placed can amount in strength to the joy of the youthfulness within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To be hard, you also had to be soft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Painting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT. It doesn't just end here. The next activity was the painting of the rooms. Not only did we just sing songs, we even roleplayed characters*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Roleplay&lt;br /&gt;Lydia - Phua Chu Kang&lt;br /&gt;Wern Chieh - Bob the builder&lt;br /&gt;Liren - Siti&lt;br /&gt;Marcus - Wanita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sense a paradox? The girls were construction workers and the guys were maids! Despite our exotic, oriental filipino behaviour, the guys' job as maids were to sweep the grasshopper-infested room. They are unwanted, dead and alive. Yes, the guys were the only ones daring for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I managed to pick one up, and sweeped it to freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Aid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of cuts from the wire fence while painting, but I'm proud of them. NO bandaids for me. But I did give treatment to Sofia and Wei Li, who had large incisions. And the rule of thumb of being a first aider is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tender Loving Care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whoa. Fate keeps telling me to remain as soft as I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, We went shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who said shopping wasn't manly?&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us bought gifts for the children. We used $368 for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sugar, rice and everything nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycles were the more valued gifts. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They literally SQUEALED for joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to me, the best gift of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is the softness in your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-8687650643049428655?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/8687650643049428655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=8687650643049428655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8687650643049428655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8687650643049428655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/kampuchea-tales-3-soft.html' title='Kampuchea Tales #3 - Soft'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-2952232834127646790</id><published>2009-12-09T17:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:59:56.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>Kampuchea tales #2 - Fear</title><content type='html'>Cockroaches are my greatest fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 November 2009. "Savong orphanage". The name itself is the assumed answer for the child who questions his parents abdonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played with you dearies, yet I wasn't participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green is my colour,&lt;br /&gt;I picked it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful but passive&lt;br /&gt;But very envious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my innate sin.&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy was eating me up.&lt;br /&gt;My self esteem had vapourised.&lt;br /&gt;I lacked interaction or leadership.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really emotionally impacted.&lt;br /&gt;I longed to know how the others did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to wonder, unfortunately, why I was even here in the first place. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do I even deserve to be here??&lt;/span&gt;. And I feel out of place when everyone displays their abilities. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everyone has a talent, I haven't found mine yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, my cynical brain was cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;I doubted who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't show it.&lt;br /&gt;No one noticed, to my relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But in me, I desire that people will know.&lt;/span&gt; Hence, I picked the brick wall and broken pot chiji card in our reflection time. The wall represents the exterior, visible features and the pot is our soul. The meaning was simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if a person looks strong, it doesn't mean he is never weak.&lt;br /&gt;Even if a person looks happy, it doesn't mean he is never sad.&lt;br /&gt;Even if a person looks simple, it doesn't mean he hasn't have a complex problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, I met a cockroach in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It was huge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instinctively, I decided to catch it. It happened very fast. I had no idea that catching a cockroach was so easy. It went down the toilet. Flush, flush, flush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had overcome the dreaded fears&lt;br /&gt;of the insect which lived a million years&lt;br /&gt;The logic behind it is now clear.&lt;br /&gt;For envy is my new greatest fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will I overcome this new fear?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was as though the cockroach said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"If you could flush me, I think so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-2952232834127646790?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/2952232834127646790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=2952232834127646790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2952232834127646790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/2952232834127646790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/kampuchea-tales-2-fear.html' title='Kampuchea tales #2 - Fear'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-4512320292620545803</id><published>2009-12-09T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:30:37.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*</title><content type='html'>Oh crap. There's still a lot of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~* Feeling a bit lovesick. I want to mingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the mood to do work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-4512320292620545803?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/4512320292620545803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=4512320292620545803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4512320292620545803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4512320292620545803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='*~*'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-4907896002132553078</id><published>2009-12-08T23:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:39:55.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture shock</title><content type='html'>Innocently went to BBQ hosted by Lucas. Most of the people, whom I don't know, are kinda hardcore. (no offence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some smoking, beer, piercings, rebonded/dyed hair, vulgarities and even hanky panky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience with Liberal Singaporeans as a stark contrast with the rural Cambodian kids I just met a week ago. My brain hurts a little from seeing two great extremes within a fortnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even within Singapore, people lead different lives. Liberals, though they break rules, lead their lives freely. But we conservatives have a planned route in life. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It all just goes down to social divisions... where reality says we can't fit too perfectly.&lt;/span&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wonder is laws have diluted our freedom of taste and sense of style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Do we plan our lives, our do our lives plan for us?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a daring thought from another perspective. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-4907896002132553078?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/4907896002132553078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=4907896002132553078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4907896002132553078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4907896002132553078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/culture-shock.html' title='Culture shock'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-1138658238561542363</id><published>2009-12-05T12:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:23:25.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>Kampuchea art.</title><content type='html'>Expression in art. No copyrighted licence. Feel free to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/Sxnfter3r0I/AAAAAAAAA-M/Sv_9y31YCpw/s1600-h/kampuchea1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411602399686537026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/Sxnfter3r0I/AAAAAAAAA-M/Sv_9y31YCpw/s320/kampuchea1.png" 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/3773150583383373010-1138658238561542363?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/1138658238561542363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=1138658238561542363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1138658238561542363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/1138658238561542363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/kampuchea-art.html' title='Kampuchea art.'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/Sxnfter3r0I/AAAAAAAAA-M/Sv_9y31YCpw/s72-c/kampuchea1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773150583383373010.post-8594910921586442014</id><published>2009-12-03T21:11:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:23:11.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>Cambodia (overall thoughts)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The quest to ameliorate the orphans' pyschological scars may not be long-term, but there was something genuine about that smile that the young ones evoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never could comprehend that they established pure trust in our visit to Savong Orphanage. We thought both the language and psychological barriers implanted only a small degree of friendship. Yet, despite the fact that our stay was short, they cherished every moment they could, not fearing the loss of a friend. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This was a great agape that transcends between the borders of differing worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we never want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was through God's will and our destiny that broke the invisible gates between scholars and orphans. This was a chance of a lifetime, and we must cherish it. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't be sad it ended, be glad it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, my mother said I had matured by my request to pray for the sick in the group. No longer was I that hopeless, lil boy who gets kicked around by circumstances and mired in relationships. I had hatched into a firm young man, able to make decision and ready to face reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I feel this new beginning, the very start of the next chapter in my life. I had overcomed my greatest fear of all - Kastaridaphobia (fear of cockroaches). I didn't know how it happened, but because I wanted to help my roommate, I just caught the cockroach, and flush it down the toilet. All without a single thought. It just happened instinctively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered my materialistic nature, despite my denial, in the story of the Keychain girl. Ohh, the guilt is still lingering in me! I'm blinded by my own money that I did not see the true poverty in Cambodia! I can't stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day brings a test and torture to our emotions. Emotions that I'm sure that everyone knows no human language can explain. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's the unfathomable idea that we can never do anything, ever, to ameliorate their plight. And yet we still came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess you already know how sensitive I am to everything. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm really sorry to anyone I acted cold towards.&lt;/span&gt; Despite my sanguine, naive exterior, I secretly cry in my heart everyday. That's why I brought up the "broken pot, brick wall" analogy that just because someone is strong outisde doesn't mean he is weak inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I guess I should be happy about how much I've grown. It was never possible without God or anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And socially, I begin to understand the xinmin scholars. The days we sang while painting. The eccentricism which fuels our energy. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the fact that we could scream "I LOVE YOU", proves that this XSP batch is deep, and we are unique. I admire everyone, I really really mean it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous CIP trip to Thailand, when I shouted "I love you", my own friends called me insane. That, of course, is the average Singaporean reaction. But we are special, does anyone notice that? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ohh how I wish I could know XSP better! Why must the trip be at the end of XSP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411040596719808834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/SxfgwPizsUI/AAAAAAAAA-E/QEFKrTMq0AQ/s320/IMG_1597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I suffer an insecurity breakdown now. In the reflection booklet: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"You support and nuture your best people by genuinely celebrating their victories and supporting their good ideas. Feeling threatened by their success is not you."&lt;/span&gt; That is the thing which pulls me down. The thing is, the ONLY life-changing thing for me about 2009 was this trip. I had failed to take part in more projects like most of the other scholars. I guess my envy is growing and eating me up. I don't know what to do... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, one day, everyone might forget this whole thing. It might end up, lost in the spectrum of memories, as we continue our lives towards adulthood. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;While many of us are fearing that the children will forget them, I fear the scholars will forget me.&lt;/span&gt; We share lot so of time togther... I've learnt so much about everyone, and I don't want to lose you guys. Am I being selfish? :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be remembered." - What does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Signing off, Marcus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quotes I remember (sorry, I didn't record everyone's):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were too busy planning the activities that we did not see what they were planning to say - Wern Chieh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not be held back by what you cannot do, just do it - Wei Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love transcends the barrier of language and culture - Esther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to start off, we must change ourselvs - Sylvester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss (for insects) - Sylvester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a country that doesn’t have a direction, that’s just trying to survive, and in the process making it even harder to go forward - Liren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a country where people put up shows for us all to see, not wanting anybody to see what’s underneath for fear of losing the chance of survival - Liren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a country where people either live in extreme poverty or in extreme wealth, and no in between - Liren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improvement starts with an I - Mr Tay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is useless if you don't apply it - Mr Tay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want educate the kids or inspire them to educate themselves? - Mr Tay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go back thinking we have done nothing, neither think we have done alot - Mr Tay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Make an impact' is ambiguous - Ms Lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-8594910921586442014?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/8594910921586442014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=8594910921586442014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8594910921586442014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/8594910921586442014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/cambodia-overall-thoughts.html' title='Cambodia (overall thoughts)'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/SxfgwPizsUI/AAAAAAAAA-E/QEFKrTMq0AQ/s72-c/IMG_1597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773150583383373010.post-5746687004439803454</id><published>2009-12-03T17:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:23:00.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>Kampuchea tales #1 - The keychain girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm going to write deep thoughts about Cambodia trip here. It's kinda long, so sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 November 2009. The sun was glaring directly above, trying to penetrate the solid walls of the Angkorwat, the magnficent temple which faced West, as though to say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Both of us have been taken forgranted". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of it was a pond of water lilies which were swarmed with peddlers, each anticipating tourists to sell goods. But admist the crowd of people who try to steal their customers, if you look really closely, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you see the hearts of the young ones who barely get US$1 a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411038965078849682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/SxffRRNSeJI/AAAAAAAAA98/ZvZnadn7EX0/s320/shop.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were scarfs, hats, sunglasses, paintings, books, bracelets, shirts, fruits, drinks and all of the little ornaments and pieces that makes Cambodia what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But amongst them was a girl around 10 who was selling keychain-nailclippers about US$5 each. I call her the keychain girl. She wore a hat, longsleeved but thin clothes, and her hair was dishevelled. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She looked very carefully, with much effort, not to lose sight of any tourist who might become a potential customer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a victim of compassion, as you might call it, when she approached me. Of course, the scholars were adviced to ignore them lest we end up spending all our money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haggled and bargained will I got around US$3 but I decided to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't bear to lose her customer, perhaps I could be her first today. She told me, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Red shirt guy, please wait, I give you for $2."&lt;/span&gt; I turned back to see her running to me. I really didn't know what to say and decided to give $2 to her and pocket the keychain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411038964256267794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/SxffROJK3hI/AAAAAAAAA90/ZhEMCX0-BTc/s320/IMG_1626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It was a bronze angkorwat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you!" she said, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her eyes were gleaming at the crisp notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I met another women who sold keychains. She was much older, and carried with her, a basket to put her products in. Like everyone else, she dared not lose a customer. When I passed her, she told me, "6 for $5". &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Instantly, I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great deal! Each keychain that was worth less than a dollar! But do I really need another 6? Such a price its unimaginable. Without stopping ot think, I gave in to my lustful heart and flaunted $5 to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was about to leave, the keychain girl approached me again, asking me to buy her items for $2. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had enough of all this price raising business!&lt;/span&gt; "I bought 6 for $5, you sell me 1 for $2??" I snapped at her. The girl was taken aback but she quickly added, "I sell you another 5 for $3". But what was I to do with 12 keychains? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I walked away, without a word or any soul, while she tries to persuade me again, "Another 5 for $3, red shirt guy! Good deal??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt horrible. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As though I had fallen right into their plans and have been cheated.&lt;/span&gt; I hated myself for being so sensitive and comapssionate. They were just people eating of the tourism money, and you call that fair?? And thus, I complained, to my friend, Leishi who also fell into a tourist trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the hotel, I suddenly recalled the whole situation and wonder what I appear to be like . I mean, did the girl have a choice to raise the price ($5)? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It wasn't really her fault that she is poor or anything.&lt;/span&gt; I suddenly feel a stirke of guilt at how selfish I had become that day. $2 was just a pinch of wealth to me, but a day's luxury for the not so well-to-do Cambodians. How could I have been so materialistic? How could i treat the keychain girl in such a rude manner? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was my compassion to buying the $2 keychain really out of compassion or was it just because the price dropped from $5 to $2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the bronze angkorwat lies in my treasure box, for it leaves behind the memories of my horrendous lust. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's meaning is priceless but I bought it at $2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that's a great deal to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-5746687004439803454?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/5746687004439803454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=5746687004439803454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5746687004439803454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5746687004439803454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/12/kampuchea-tales-1-keychain-girl.html' title='Kampuchea tales #1 - The keychain girl'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_bZvdTRoNA4Q/SxffRRNSeJI/AAAAAAAAA98/ZvZnadn7EX0/s72-c/shop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773150583383373010.post-4932519660354774367</id><published>2009-11-24T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:22:48.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>Less than 24 hours to Cambodia</title><content type='html'>Today was wasted to slack off before going cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to hougang point to buy 30 gift bags, onyl to realise after I came back that there are 40 serts of gifts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped Claudia print geog stuff today. hahaha, I remember yesterday the geog group placed the leaning towe of pisa in USA. ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried removing some clothes because having 8 shirts and 7 pants is a little to exaggerated. So, I dropped it to 6 shirts 5 pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorted out stapler bullets today and I had no choice but to place them into ziplock bag because no container. CRUSH CRUSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom insisted I use her old phone, so must trasfer sim card. However, the phone not working very well, so had to retransfer back hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received a call 10 seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;*picks up phone*&lt;br /&gt;Old man: Ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Old man: Ahhhhh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;Old man: Ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry, I think you got wrong number&lt;br /&gt;Old man: Ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;*off*&lt;br /&gt;Me: PRANKER D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;segment of lyrics from "AZN pride - got rice"&lt;br /&gt;"Vietnam to Japan to Mongolia. Philippines to Taiwan to CAMBODIA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BYE BYE FOR A WEEK PEEPS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proud to be Asian (((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-4932519660354774367?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/4932519660354774367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=4932519660354774367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4932519660354774367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/4932519660354774367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/11/less-than-24-hours-to-cambodia.html' title='Less than 24 hours to Cambodia'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-510325670030718487</id><published>2009-11-23T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:22:39.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>2 days to Cambodia</title><content type='html'>Can't believe that I'm going overseas so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12am, Sherry and I were panicking because we didn't tell Bravo to get landyard. Then, like I feel sorry for "arguing" with her about what to do. I wanted to ask Serene what we should do but she don't want make Serene angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I thought landyard=string part only, not the whole thing hahaha. I'm so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, XSP... do origmami and packing? hahaha. Made big origamis!!! Serene's pretty boat was also used as a shoe and Liren added a stick to make a high heel. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, then we learnt the Cambodian language by Ana, Sofia and Vicki!! It's sooo soo hard ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tay also let me check through the first aid kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to play facebook. I'm just too lazy to do any holiday homework before the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum got US money and 2 locks for me. I'm like very frustrated because some keys don't work with 1 lock and I added some "OIL" to the lock... still not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up separating the keys to "works on both locks" and "works only 1 lock". Sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel abit down today. Not sure why. I'm a bit scared I will get alineated from casual convervsation in the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The days pass so quickly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-510325670030718487?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/510325670030718487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=510325670030718487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/510325670030718487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/510325670030718487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-days-to-cambodia.html' title='2 days to Cambodia'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-5931207040768424356</id><published>2009-11-22T19:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:22:27.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>3 days to Cambodia</title><content type='html'>Sunday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to email lots of people, clear up origami and pack bag!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. Oh, i emailed Mr Tay on whether we have fist aid kit. Saftey is priority you know!!! Kinda nervous about my responsibility as first aider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of ppl have trouble opening the origami zip... the solution was to wait a while, then can liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with my mom to buy stuff for trip!!! when i place stuff in car, my mom ran off to buy mince meat and I lost her lol. Then got the summoner guy come to give ticket. HENG i was there cos later he charge my mom. God is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leishi recovered! YES! I'm now talking to her and updating her stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mingled with many tasks today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mingle, mingle, I want to mingle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773150583383373010-5931207040768424356?l=marcusqwj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/feeds/5931207040768424356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773150583383373010&amp;postID=5931207040768424356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5931207040768424356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773150583383373010/posts/default/5931207040768424356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcusqwj.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-days-to-cambodia.html' title='3 days to Cambodia'/><author><name>Marcus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08394976972901127247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3773150583383373010.post-1848284377743698260</id><published>2009-11-21T22:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:22:15.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cambodia'/><title type='text'>4 days to Cambodia</title><content type='html'>Today, went to church with jie jie n stuff. Yep. Marcus (the 9 yr old) and Zachery were like in front and we shook hands. I asked them if they knew who I was and they said "Joel's friend?" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I don't really know Joel that well, so I was a bit sad when I heard that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of those planning to go Shanice house today for the youth social gathering. Fiona didn't know there was pathfinder? she said she wan quit until master guide course and because very little ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder whether I should quit also....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has some lunch then went pathfinders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When auntie alicia ask who wan join the master guide class next year, I like dunno whether should or not.... cos got O level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm a bit sad for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie jie drove me to Shanice house and I met brownie the chihuahua-jackrussell mix bred dog. So cute. Marcus Jr. was so friendly with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, it's a different story. When I think I squeezed him too much when I pick him up.... THE DOG HATES ME!!! He went to bite me twice. The second time was repititive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I wasn't that scared. When I was in kindergarten, I remembered when my neighbour's maid open her gate, and their dalmation ran out and bite my arm. That, time is was bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But brownie didn't make me bleed... only a bit of hives since I'm slightly allergic to dog? Not that serious la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion is that I'm 90% zoosadistic? (based on marcusstats.com) Last time I have lots of stuff animals, I squeeze them damn hard. No choice mah, I used to hugging tightly. I also find happy tree friends as a normal comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad la. I want to have a cat next time, but how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some games. 1st one was a taboo thingy by Derek and another one was a History gameshow by Hong Qi. I like HQ's game cos its so challenging and involves GK! GK FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back with Derek's car. and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had chance to talk to Joel (finally). So we talk about our school, hobby, anime. bla bla. Ohhh and we both hate hate hate chinese. HAHAHAHA! We jiap kentang one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I feel okay now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH! I remembered that Lei Shi was absent yesterday for XSP. I hope she recovers soon. 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