<?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-1736534667575225521</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:24:47.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>justJC</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736534667575225521.post-1177497641945194979</id><published>2009-02-21T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:01:58.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i finally got a chance to use my laptop. but it's lagging like mad cos' my sis' is hogging it. as usual. then what makes me pissed is that i can't log into MSN if i don't download it. and the download is taking EONS! god. this is pissing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-1177497641945194979?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/1177497641945194979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=1177497641945194979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/1177497641945194979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/1177497641945194979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-finally-got-chance-to-use-my-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1736534667575225521.post-8923415803618148134</id><published>2009-02-17T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:51:41.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY COMPUTER HAS BEEN ****ING LOCKED BY MY DOG OF A BROTHER COS' HE THINKS HE'S SOME DIVINE GOD WHO CAN CONTROL ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-8923415803618148134?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-1736534667575225521.post-4579681649124220280</id><published>2009-02-14T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T06:27:29.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>firstly, i would like to wish everyone a very big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the entire afternoon was filled with &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;boredom&lt;/span&gt;. i was just sitting in front of the computer doing random stuff. then around 5+, my mum called and asked me if i wanted to go to orchard for dinner. i decided to go. in the bus on the way there, i saw someone who looked &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; like pang ting. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt;! she was at the back of a white van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;retarded&lt;/span&gt; brother went around looking for his ipod. and kept saying he pulled a muscle. like i give a &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;? i won't even care if he &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;breaks an arm&lt;/span&gt;. we went to eat dinner where he ate soooooo much and kept saying he wasn't full. when we reached home he said he was very &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt;. and just cos' of that he started &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;shouting&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;yelling&lt;/span&gt; at me for my books being untidy. what's his problem man. on other days, he doesn't even anyhow shout. one word. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;RETARD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-4579681649124220280?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-1736534667575225521.post-7461251110267135919</id><published>2009-02-12T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:18:15.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i owe lots of people money now cos' of tuesday's training. spent so much on &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;stupid transport&lt;/span&gt;. so now i owe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-darren - $0.60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-wee kiat - $2.40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-dylan - $1.60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's alot. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of skipping meals. but the thought of training came up. so i decided not to do so. i think i screwed up &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;maths journal writing&lt;/span&gt;. others took so long to write the journal and i only took ten minutes. shit. that probably means im gonna suck at it. i seriously do not have the talent and patience for maths. it &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;owns&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths remedial was kinda fun. i guess. last week there seemed to be so little people. this week? one whole crowd. probably cos' everyone failed the maths test. just like i did. i failed it by &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ONE single pathetic mark&lt;/span&gt;. how could i be so careless??? what's done cannot be undone. i shall not give a shit and just study harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was intervals. pretty tiring. 100m striding may seem like nothing but it comes at me like a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bomb&lt;/span&gt;. dylan was dying. lol. cos' he just recovered from some throat infection. thing is, what does your throat have anything to do with your legs? or maybe it does. i'm not too sure about that and shall &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; jump to conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CHIONG&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;drama journal&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow and shall have an early night. or not. i still have to wait for my sister to come back for some songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-7461251110267135919?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/7461251110267135919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=7461251110267135919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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trying to toughen us up. but my heart was &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/span&gt; aching during PE because i think i was too exhausted or something. swam so much. then morning had to do drills and catching(&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;). during PE still need to do &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;. probably cos i have been slacking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREAKING&lt;/span&gt; shocked that i passed my science test. when miss lee announced that there was a failure with a single digit i was like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIT ITS GONNA BE ME&lt;/span&gt;. i did prepare for the test. but i wasn't too confident about myself. turned out i got &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;17/25&lt;/span&gt;. oh yes~ my mum still said i didn't do well. im still happy with myself. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ALL THE WAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-4587471912115175318?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4587471912115175318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=4587471912115175318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/4587471912115175318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/4587471912115175318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterdays-swimming-was-super-hiong.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1736534667575225521.post-6337205122795755588</id><published>2009-02-07T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:29:03.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Innova JC&lt;/span&gt; yesterday morning together with the track team to watch the allcomer's meet or whatever it was called. it was great. screaming our lungs out to cheer for the people. dylan was a greedy dog. he wasn't even runing and he ate &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5 packets of biscuits&lt;/span&gt;. and when hui lin asked him not to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;drink the 100plus&lt;/span&gt;, he still did. nothing could stop him from grabbing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vending machines at IJC sucks. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1 packet of seaweed, 2 bars of energy bars and 1 packet of panda biscuits&lt;/span&gt; were stuck there. so much for efficiency ya? tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just woke up not too long ago, had my breakfast which was one small &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BAO&lt;/span&gt;. played one round of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dota&lt;/span&gt;. downloaded some songs then lunch already. o.0 everything seems to be happening so quickly. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;life's short&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-6337205122795755588?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-1736534667575225521.post-8823169641595251557</id><published>2009-02-05T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T04:12:51.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>track and field trainings are rather&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; tedious&lt;/span&gt;. had to do so much &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;muscle straining&lt;/span&gt; exercises. dylan is such a &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;slacker&lt;/span&gt;. seriously. he was the one who said he was gonna commit himself to track. then he said he'd rather spend time doing maths remedial homework then go for the training. what a dog. should be sent to SPCA or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lots of homework today and i'll have to rush them by tomorrow. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3 chinese zuo ye-s and one drama journal&lt;/span&gt;. that's loads. oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not go any further. but one thing i must say is, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't like wee kiat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-8823169641595251557?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/8823169641595251557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=8823169641595251557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/8823169641595251557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/8823169641595251557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2009/02/track-and-field-trainings-are-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1736534667575225521.post-2312610123502455808</id><published>2009-02-03T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:44:06.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't been running for months. so it kinda comforts me when i overtake the sec 1s. but it depresses me when i look at shaun, wee kiat and kenzo. dylan told me that we have to commit ourselves once we change our CCA. he also said,"&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;try our best&lt;/span&gt;" try our best became,"&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;run slowly&lt;/span&gt; la". couldn't blame him for that. i was already starting to struggle with 1.6 after the two runs of 200m. damn, was i tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;proud of myself&lt;/span&gt; when i answered a question my chinese teacher gave me. yes. proud! i was always a loser during chinese classes. that's why people go goo-ga when i get a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;51 &lt;/span&gt;for chinese compo. there are lots of homework that i still need to rush on. stuff like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;作业&lt;/span&gt; and still got to read the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;自读课&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got loads to do, so i better get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;S-T-U-D-Y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-1736534667575225521.post-7195490516614470939</id><published>2009-02-02T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:28:20.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mr sim scared the shit out of everybody when he came into our class with a long line of people waiting outside with "irregular" haircuts. some of the people out there...they seemed impossible to get caught for irregular hairstyles. who cares anyway? but people like GIDEON got caught. i was like oh my shit. like three quarter of the boys got caught. i didn't get caught for two reasons. my hair is so short and i have the face of a guai kia! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im about to change my CCA. from badminton to track and field. i just realised something HORRIBLE. i don;t have a proper pair of running shoes... anyway, i don't have the balls to go up to mr tan to ask him to sign my CCA transfer form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a miracle happened to me today. i got praised by my chinese teacher for getting 51/70 for a chinese composition. everyone waqs cheering for me and some even said,"miracle! miracle!" she said my starting was good and i was so happy!!! you could see me smiling all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to stay back for an english composition test today. the titles were kinda stupid(stupid means difficult to write). they were "write of a time when a friend put you in a difficult spot" and "competition". i wrote competition cos' i thought the first one would be quite boring. all the same stuff. im starting to doubt my decision. oh darn it.i got to work harder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-7195490516614470939?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-1736534667575225521.post-7355593339319829179</id><published>2009-01-31T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:32:03.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall not help wee kiat anymore. i think the only flaw with him is that he is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BALL-LESS&lt;/span&gt;. he doesn't even dare ask yun rou to help him print his D&amp;amp;T homework. when i asked him why. all he said was," i don't know her." what the hell? classmates for two years and you say you don't know her? that just determines something about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wee kiat&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANTI-SOCIAL&lt;/span&gt;. or maybe something more decent. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DICK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after swimming yesterday, i went to J8 with jeremy and i finally got to see nigga boy, bryan with his girlfriend.(who is actually one year older than him) lucky for me, he doesn't know my blog address. so he won't see it. which means he won't spank my ass in the pool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for the love of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A CHANGE OF PACE&lt;/span&gt;, i shall post the lyrics of my favourite song. yes. all time favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To all those listening, this is my story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;About a confused girl and a boy that's boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saying hello can be stupid and awkward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But you leaving can't make things much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So she'll run away from the problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She knows distance can't make hearts fonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Five more days and counting before you start packing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can you give me three good reasons why we can't get back to square one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"It's ok," can you tell me to my face, stop lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe three or four tries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And now five days are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've got a recipe, it's for disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because that's all I see in my near future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She's got the blond hair, but not the blue eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've got the right girl, but on the wrong side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've seen better days, maybe even weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I think of you, you're thinking of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Five more days and counting before you start packing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can you give me three good reasons why we can't get back to square one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"It's ok," can you tell me to my face, stop lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe three or four tries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And now five days are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And you said you'd always come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not ready for the letdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you be right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And you said you'd always come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not ready for the letdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Will you be right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've seen better days, maybe even weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I think of you, you're thinking of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Five more days and counting before you start packing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can you give me three good reasons why we can't get back to square one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"It's ok," can you tell me to my face, stop lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe three or four tries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And now five days are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-7355593339319829179?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/7355593339319829179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-1736534667575225521.post-8982735684930357229</id><published>2009-01-30T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:05:45.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the work load is getting heavier and heavier. well, i can still cope. of course, i still need &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A LITTLE&lt;/span&gt; help from jolyn. fortunately, i have a helpful person sitting beside me. that is none other than shorty &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jolyn&lt;/span&gt;. :D i bet &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wee kiat&lt;/span&gt; is a paedophile. he tried to molest jolyn. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWICE&lt;/span&gt;. first was when he stuffed his foot up her ass.(he claimed it was accidental. i think otherwise though) second was when he used his pen and poked jolyn's back like what seow meng does when he tries to do something horny to en qi.(yes, seow meng is &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;horny&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to realise that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my chinese teacher&lt;/span&gt; is actualy quite nice. no, not quite. just nice. although she gives us lots of homework. at least she's a good teacher. gosh. i thought she was some fierce and strict teacher that would yell at me everyday. turned out otherwise. im trying my very best to be guai kia* this year. its THE year. streaming year. and yet i stay back everyday to fool around. gotta kick that habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one other person who i had the opposite thought should be &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yun ying&lt;/span&gt; from 2/3 i guess. when she was to sit beside me, i thought,"the end of the world." i guess i thought she was one of those "know-it-all" bitches. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ONCE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;, it turned out otherwise. one should not &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;judge a book by its cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't had a swim for two weeks now. and i shall have one later! not a good idea though, i just lost my tan-ness and now im gonna get it back under the hot sun. oh crap~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love listening to boy bands now. they are my energisers, my vitamins. otherwise, i'd be like the walking dead. my brother often plays &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOTA&lt;/span&gt; late into the night on my school days. he is about to start school quite soon. good for him that he has such a long holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SWIMMING TIME&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-8982735684930357229?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-1736534667575225521.post-4556652962112635205</id><published>2009-01-05T06:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:21:19.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the little nyonya &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;. i watched the last episode and i feel so darn pissed. it's so straight to the point and they dragged it for so long. and amazingly or not, rachel said it was nice. she is weird man. she finds the part where the caucasian kneels that yueniang and propose it &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ROMANTIC&lt;/span&gt;. i told her that it isn't romantic, but &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CLASSIC&lt;/span&gt;. serious, every show you watch would definitely have such a scene. unless its on animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so darn glad that miss lee remains as our science teacher. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THREE CHEERS FOR MISS LEE!!!&lt;/span&gt; mdm nair expects quite alot from us, i can tell, or not. maths, aiya, i need to photocopy one of the worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i have school tomorrow, i shall go to sleep now. i did my homework!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-4556652962112635205?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4556652962112635205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=4556652962112635205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/4556652962112635205'/><link 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frequently heard when my brother and i go for our haircuts. and more than often, we have to be "accompanied" by our "nice" sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the "" when i said nice? well, there was one occasion when i said," uncle, don't cut too short ar!" then she said,"uncle, make thin thin?"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT THE F**K?&lt;/span&gt;" heyhey, its my hair, not yours nor my mum's. then my aunt would laugh at me when she came back from hong kong. then all my nightmares would be filled with her laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, talking about haircuts, my mum just cut her hair today. her fringe looks like the "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;use-a-pot-to-cut&lt;/span&gt;"kind. straight one. aeroplane can land there. changi airport no business already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we waited for her while she dyed her hair for say... an hour or two? anyway, it seemed like forever. fortunately, for me, i brought my PSP out. i don't know why im being a retarded to restart my GTA vice which i completed months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after that, we left for marina square where we had our lunch. my mum said,"ee... i don't like to shop here. nothing to shop one." wow! there are at least 200 shops in there and she says nothing to shop. haiz~ anyway, we went to DOME for a tea break. the coffee there &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;. seriously. its like... diluted milo. lol. with some ice-cream on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos' i had swimming and my dog needed his meal, we headed back home. i packed my bag and left. theory was short and simple. i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIKE&lt;/span&gt; it that way. but physical was whoo-hoo, fierce. continuos towing. ohoh, i feel that i am super retarded. i brought my &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;goggle&lt;/span&gt; case, without the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;goggles&lt;/span&gt; inside. had to borrow isaac's corroded &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;goggles&lt;/span&gt;. at least there was something. however, it didn't make a difference cos' i couldn't see a &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt; down there with these &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;goggles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, some how, joel, from 2B was in the same class as i was. haha. he looked cute in trunks. we exchanged numbers after swimming and left for home. dinner was once again, take aways. im supposed to like it. but im kinda bored of it now. always the same stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. school tomorrow. gotta pack my bag and all. can't wait for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-4835012753707337711?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-1736534667575225521.post-4452637683624645769</id><published>2009-01-02T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:46:35.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of school was kinda, well, crappy. mr tan and mr ong spent half an hour with their long and draggy speeches. this is the second time i heard them say this. its like exactly the same as what they said last year's 2nd january when i first got into AMKSS. anyways, we managed to not fall asleep and later proceeded to our classrooms. where my seat was changed! what the hell? not like i was some kind of bad boy or what. i ended up at yee ting's seat. and i had to bloody sit beside jolyn. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i got to stay away from the tall freak, dylan. over the holidays, I FEEL that i have grown taller. so i was thinking,"hmm... should be not much shorter than dylan by now." but it wasn't so, he had shot up to be so much taller than almost everyone is our class. the unbeatable, is still, der yun. tall freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first two periods were taken up by mr lian and mdm yeo where they asked us to write our PLEASANT and UNPLEASANT encounters during the holidays. of course, wee kiat and i could come up with all sorts of bullshit. im great at that cos' &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i bullshit all the time&lt;/span&gt;. miss leila took over at the period before recess. she hasn't changed one bit. still grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess was supposed to start at 10:10. we got ours at 10:20. that is just crap. by the time we ate finish, the canteen was already empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the period after that was D&amp;amp;T. mr tan had been changed to mrs koh (i think thats her name). mrs koh is very, well, lol. the way she talked about juicers. funny. "i tried the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;juicer&lt;/span&gt;. it was really good. really alot of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;juice&lt;/span&gt;." i was laughing my ass off at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was higher mother tongue. aww... no more mdm ong. at first i was O-K that we were gonna have a change of teacher. but when i met my teacher i was like "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what the shit?&lt;/span&gt;" seriously, i don't think i'll be able to survive there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, i went home, ate, showered and left for bugis where i bought some shorts with my brother. i wanted to buy a bagpack. then he said its very..."mahd". WTF is wrong with him man? he always uses the words &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NSK&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;MAHD &lt;/span&gt;and all the bullshit words. he thinks he's damn high class la. go hong kong spend two hundred over dollars on tailor made shirts. retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of that. i can't believe that i am playing pet society. it is fun. when i told seow meng about it, he said," girls go goo-ga over it. but you?" the irony is, he ended up playing it too. what a smart ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you guys just wanted to know: &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NSK = neighbourhood school kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;MAHD = malay pai kiah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro says that the term he uses in his school. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bullshit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-4452637683624645769?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4452637683624645769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=4452637683624645769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/4452637683624645769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/4452637683624645769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-school-was-kinda-well.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1736534667575225521.post-4727730018501421496</id><published>2008-10-25T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T07:37:53.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry that i haven't been updating recently. once again, i find myself addicted to maple private servers. (and of course abit of the psp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that i have nothing else to write about. ): my mum's nagging at me to watch TV with her together. anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AKAI MS FTW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;scamming people is fun (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-4727730018501421496?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4727730018501421496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=4727730018501421496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/4727730018501421496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/4727730018501421496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry-that-i-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1736534667575225521.post-3040665691941827765</id><published>2008-10-22T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T04:36:48.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>other than the parts where mr lian came in, school was kinda fun today. and oh yes! morning assembly lasted for 1 hour 45 minutes today. all cos' of the prize giving. take so freaking long! and i was having a tummy ache half way through it. apparently, i had been in the toilet for too long. mdm yeo sent kenzo to the toilet to find me. i met him while he was on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poking and teasing of kenzo's nipples is fun. even on the last day of school, mdm leong asked me to clean the board. kind of. cos' it was supposed to be metis who pushed the responsibility to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan had to pull me in into so much shit. i was like squeezing his chest and he keep shouting for metis. she beat the living hell out of me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite phrase for today is "guai lan LOR". i keep saying that to tiong seng. and so does he to me. dylan had to be a poser and do so too. i practised discipline/ self-control today. i did not go to KFC when the others went. i am a guai kia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i got back my report book. failed two subjects. cos' the results of every term in it. class position was 35/40. level position is 157/200. mr lian said that my position was same as the last time. stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metis, here's your name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE YOU, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;METIS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-3040665691941827765?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/3040665691941827765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=3040665691941827765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/3040665691941827765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/3040665691941827765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2008/10/other-than-parts-where-mr-lian-came-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1736534667575225521.post-8189969447967972546</id><published>2008-10-21T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:44:19.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SP2U50ybQQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AQW4N9Wn_Io/s1600-h/new-jonas-cover_.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259523660982206722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SP2U50ybQQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AQW4N9Wn_Io/s320/new-jonas-cover_.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;THE JO BROS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought their album today. seow meng bought jay chou, i bought jonas brothers. cos' they rock! big time. though the first few songs of the album may not be what you expect from them. the others are really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jewellery making is... stupid. all we did was stuff beads into thin nylon stings. the painful process took use hours for us to complete it. to make things worse, seow meng had to topple my cup of beads onto the floor. and i had to pick them all up, ONE BY ONE. i felt pathetic and didn't really wanted to continue with it. no choice though, so just keep doing. my hands were so dirty cos the floor was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that dumb activity, we went to the bubble tea shop. i had my lunch at the coffee shop with seow meng and the rest. they soon went to wee kiat's house. as seow meng and i were too bored, we went to pay wee kiat a visit. i took ryan's and tiong seng's shoes and stuffed them onto a water pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took a train to J8 because seow meng and i were both super enthusiastic about getting the new albums for jonas brothers and jay chou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-8189969447967972546?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/8189969447967972546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=8189969447967972546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/8189969447967972546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/8189969447967972546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2008/10/jo-bros-bought-their-album-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SP2U50ybQQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AQW4N9Wn_Io/s72-c/new-jonas-cover_.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736534667575225521.post-2908892143652274553</id><published>2008-10-20T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T06:38:41.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up at 6.45 today. after i showered and everything, i realised that we were having some golf exposure thing. i stoned for a couple of minutes and called dylan to ask him for the attire. bitch told me it was uniform. of course, i was smart enough NOT to trust him. and so, i asked ryan. smart ryan told me it was PE attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"amazingly", i arrived at school, only to see that dylan was in his PE attire. of course i was KIASU enough to bring the school uniform too. once again, mr lian was nagging about attitude and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the golf instuctor for my group is an old man. seow meng gave him a nickname, "lian kia's cousin". that was because when other groups have already started hitting balls, he was still giving out instructions about safety. blah blah blah. fortunately, for us, he turned out to be quite a nice guy. he gave us more balls when we asked for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food at the golf club... SUCKS. i only finished that pathetic plate of fries cos' i was hungry as i had dumped my breakfast in the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;DYLAN, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-2908892143652274553?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/2908892143652274553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=2908892143652274553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/2908892143652274553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/2908892143652274553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-woke-up-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1736534667575225521.post-4029621853646287586</id><published>2008-10-18T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T04:07:52.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SPm_wA35MqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ttOdgaYPvMo/s1600-h/djmax.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258444871520826018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SPm_wA35MqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ttOdgaYPvMo/s320/djmax.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DJ MAX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been playing it for the whole entire day now. i guess that i am getting pretty bored of runescape now. i don't reallt have any motivation for it now. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, dj max has some hot babes dancing around at the trailer. watch it if you're horny. i only started yesterday. my sister started like last year? she restarted everything though. she's gay. my gearis 2 levels above hers and she can still trash my butt, with ease. then all those challenges and missiong i ask her help me to do. i feel pathetic, but practice makes perfect. i only started last night and i can already get a max combo for a level 4 song. omg. i am so in love with this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really super slacky. well, it's after my examinations already. however, i seriously need to work on my results. i want to make sure that i won't get 60 and below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thumbs are aching from pressing the buttons too hard. my buttons are so gonna spoil. i got to make sure that i am more gentle while playing the game. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after much consideration, i have decided that angela should come first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. angela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. hebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. rainie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-4029621853646287586?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4029621853646287586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=4029621853646287586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/4029621853646287586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/4029621853646287586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2008/10/dj-max-ive-been-playing-it-for-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SPm_wA35MqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ttOdgaYPvMo/s72-c/djmax.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736534667575225521.post-3413690268605242556</id><published>2008-10-16T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:57:06.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have got back all my results. they weren't as bad as i had expected them to be. but still, bad. i did not fail any subjects. that is one achievement noone else but me would appreciate. my literature passed! is that a miracle? by the way, my results are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL (oral not included) - 74.5%&lt;br /&gt;HCL - 55%&lt;br /&gt;Maths - 55%&lt;br /&gt;Science - 73%&lt;br /&gt;Hist - i kinda forgot. i passed. that's all&lt;br /&gt;Geog - 63%&lt;br /&gt;Lit - 50%&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T - 53%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disgusted? perhaps. considering the fact that i only started studying only two weeks before the examinations, i am quite satisfied with myself. deelan, seow meng, ah cholas and i have all been playing runescape for quite a long time now. lame you may call it. whatever. i just realised that i am of the lowest level among them. i started later. but that's no excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i had this kind of energy for studying. my mindset would be: beat the hacker!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257749766494321138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SPdHjk3JefI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6RwkrWD-3-w/s320/ZhangShaoHan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love angela man.&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1st. hebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;2nd. angela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3rd. rainie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-3413690268605242556?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/3413690268605242556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=3413690268605242556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/3413690268605242556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/3413690268605242556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-got-back-all-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SPdHjk3JefI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6RwkrWD-3-w/s72-c/ZhangShaoHan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736534667575225521.post-7003670655429595795</id><published>2008-10-13T03:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T03:16:29.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SPMf6-hgHXI/AAAAAAAAADs/i2tmGIXIDjY/s1600-h/7_1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256580288147889522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SPMf6-hgHXI/AAAAAAAAADs/i2tmGIXIDjY/s320/7_1280x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;MAMA MIA ROCKS MAN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes, i watched it. just today. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way. woke up at 9:00. mum woke me up. as usual. right after she left, i turned on the computer. i had planned to go out with aunty rachel and seow meng. however, where to meet we haven't decided. yes, stupid of us. anyway, when i went online. i saw seow meng. and confirmed that he should meet me at my house's bus stop. i played runescape for awhile. yes, you may say it is lame. but i don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when seow meng called rachel, she was still at her grandmum's house. we decided not to wait for her and left for j8. there, we had our lunch before buying the tickets. at first, we wanted to watch painted skin. then i decided to watch the 12:00 mama mia! to make rachel feel pressurised since she was already so freaking late. coincidentally, seow meng was relieved. he said that he was reluctant on making the decision to watch painted skin the night before. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was already 12:05 when rachel showed up. movie started at 12:00. yes, she was late. thanks to the dozens of advertisements golden village has, we didn't miss a single bit. real goofy and hilarious movie, mama mia! the three of us laugh until SUPER LOUD. i think the whole cinema was looking at us. well, who cares? the people were all old hags. except for a group of YCKSS people in the front row. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;right after the movie, i bought the mama mia! sound track. the songs may be old, but super nice. rachel and seow meng kept bugging me to send the songs to them. soon after, we left for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. THANKS METIS FOR THE HORNY MV SHE SHOWED ME!! WHOO HOO!&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/1736534667575225521-7003670655429595795?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/7003670655429595795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=7003670655429595795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/7003670655429595795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/7003670655429595795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2008/10/mama-mia-rocks-man-and-yes-i-watched-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_m4xRQfsFSkM/SPMf6-hgHXI/AAAAAAAAADs/i2tmGIXIDjY/s72-c/7_1280x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1736534667575225521.post-7477500417224496877</id><published>2008-10-09T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:21:44.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;HI RACHEL AUNTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HI RACHEL AUNTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HI RACHEL AUNTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HI RACHEL AUNTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HI RACHEL AUNTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-7477500417224496877?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/7477500417224496877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=7477500417224496877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/7477500417224496877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/7477500417224496877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-rachel-aunty.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1736534667575225521.post-4698179454949555558</id><published>2008-09-26T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:59:03.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant't believe it. the exams have already started. for me that is. i just had my higher chinese papers on thursday and yesterday. the composition was kinda ok. just that mine was a little short. and the main paper. ooh, that's the killer. seriously, you must be a very "literature" person to score in that paper. the passages are all super complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep telling myself that i have to mug hard. don't disappoint anyone and all. however, i always get distracted by many many things at home. sometimes i feel studying in the school library is so much better. but, i know my mum wouldn't let me do just that. monday would be the english composition already. i am scared. scared that i would fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 8.30 in the morning today. had breakfast until 9.15. i then showered and all. so by the time i turned on the computer it was already 9.45. and then i slacked around and all. oh yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANKS SEOW MENG FOR SENDING ME SONGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got bored of my song and i did not dare to download anymore. so i just asked him for more songs, and he gladly sent me some really great songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. time to mug. DAMN IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-4698179454949555558?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/4698179454949555558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=4698179454949555558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/4698179454949555558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/4698179454949555558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cantt-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1736534667575225521.post-8480450756883319225</id><published>2008-09-13T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T05:22:44.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am currently at malay village, it is somewhere around geylang serai. in the afternoon, i went to SMU, my sister's university. she was going there to meet up with some friends and do their project. ever since i showed my mum my report card, she's been so strict to me. my report book's results, 4 fails 4 passes. am i good or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMU had lots of campuses. i think the one that i was in was the business one. anyway, my sister had booked a room. and we reached there late,but we were the earliest. i did lots of assesment and stuff. i am hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 6.15 we left for malay village, where my sister works at. it's kind of crowded here. so many people outside the office. squeezing around is so not fun at all. had dinner. the food was allmalay food but they were kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-8480450756883319225?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/8480450756883319225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=8480450756883319225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/8480450756883319225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/8480450756883319225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-currently-at-malay-village-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1736534667575225521.post-8019088118925538654</id><published>2008-09-10T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:20:03.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, i woke up late this morning. my brother did not go to school. just cause he did not want to. what the hell. and my  mum just said ok. what the hell? when i want to skip school, my mum would ask me for a thousand and one reasons why i do not want to go and in the end, i'll still have to go. anyway, i woke up late cause most of the time, it would be my brother that wakes me up. looks like he has become my daily alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our science test today. and guess what? i am proud to say that i studied for it. seriously! the test was quite easy. i knew how to answer most of the questions. haha! i hope that i will be able to carry such a positive attitude to studying even during the FYE. i know that it won't be easy. i shall have to study hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm J just announced to the class that oral will be next week. god, i am already starting to feel the butterflied in my stomach. but don't worry, i have really thick skin. so i won't feel shy or anything. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back home. i kept telling yong ghee why he likes playing those weird games like pangya and audition. according to him. you see, when he plays these games. he uses female characters. and he says that he is too lazy to create an account so he uses his sister's. making an account only take 5 - 10minutes max? he must be those kind of peverts that turn to such games and have their... fantasies. lmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-8019088118925538654?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/8019088118925538654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=8019088118925538654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/8019088118925538654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/8019088118925538654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2008/09/once-again-i-woke-up-late-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1736534667575225521.post-5181332955864375095</id><published>2008-09-10T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T04:01:50.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o.0</title><content type='html'>day started off quite badly. i woke up and it was 6.45. i normally wake up at 6.30. i quickly showered and all. most amazingly and miraculously, i boarded the 0705 bus... which means that i am earlier than usual. miracles do happen. i actually thought that i would board the same bus as yong ghee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaun was the main topic today. before the morning flag raising ceremony he got ticked off by mdm leong. all because he "punched" yong ghee. he actually claims he only kicked his chair. im not so sure which is the truth. but, both are still acts of violence. lol. yong ghee can be a pain in the ass at times. especially when he stares at you with the "beat-me-up-please" kind of face and makes weird noises. however, he can still be a nice guy. especially when he goes home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after science remedial, we all went to wait for yong ghee and dylan to get their teeths sparkly white at the dentist. the dentist is damn nice. it was so hot outside there. so we decided to enter her caravan. it has aircon in it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we took yong ghee's stuff after that and iwas running until i saw the teacher. i stopped. i thought he would stop too, but he didn't. he charged at me like a mad man and slammed me on the floor. he then swung his legs around like a monkey. he was just hysterical. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we all went to the bubble tea shop where we took a total of 3 tables out of like 8 or 9 tables? OH YAR. dylan told me today that that shop was opened by hwee ge. a mediacorp artiste. wow. he must be earning big bucks there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sleepy. i always do. damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-5181332955864375095?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/5181332955864375095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=5181332955864375095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/5181332955864375095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/5181332955864375095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2008/09/o0.html' title='o.0'/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1736534667575225521.post-3598761583132838595</id><published>2008-09-09T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:54:36.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the dentist</title><content type='html'>i visited every toddler's fear today... the dentist! she was quite nice. all i did was lie down and ask me open my mouth and stuff. soon after, she was done and she asked me if i would like to have my teeth polished. my answer? a definite "yes". hey, if i can skip english remedial for that, why not? anyone would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping that mdm leong's lesson had already started, i walked to the classroom, only to see mdm leong JUST walking in. i had no choice but to settle down and ask seow meng to go to the dentist. if only i could have missed some of maths. tuesdays are just soooo boring. almost every subject has 2 periods. all except mother tongue, that is. so during english and maths, i was so tired, i almost fell asleep. science was as usual. it keeps me awake, so thats good. oh yar...! talking about science, i just remembered that ms lee asked me to check how many bones an infant and an adult has. i shall check it out later. my encyclopedia? my brother. well, if he is too stupid to not know such little details, the internet will be the only option left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after school, i went straight to the dentist. she did a great job polishing my teeth. she took about 10 minutes. and poor koh yi xian had to wait for me to be all done before he can continue with his turn. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1736534667575225521-3598761583132838595?l=just-jc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/feeds/3598761583132838595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1736534667575225521&amp;postID=3598761583132838595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/3598761583132838595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1736534667575225521/posts/default/3598761583132838595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-jc.blogspot.com/2008/09/dentist.html' title='the dentist'/><author><name>jerald</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10710627826841265618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1736534667575225521.post-5849908870974123896</id><published>2008-09-08T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T04:25:46.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally completed~</title><content type='html'>whoots~! ok... i finally managed to create a new blog. i deleted my previous one cause Mdm J claimed that she saw a post on my blog saying something negative about her. i was so desperate that day cause i could not find the post. i then deleted the entire blog... out of desperation. but now, it's back up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i can't imagine how fast one week had whooshed past. the one week holiday. it seemed like it was onl yesterday when i was staying up late, playing the computer. and now, it's term 4. i know i got to buck up. otherwise, NA next year will be a one way road for me. i admit that i am slack and all. but now, i am gonna change. hey, i did homework upon arriving home today. i believe i can change for the better and i will. 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