<?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-7185373</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:32:02.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life.boundaryblurreD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7185373.post-115236894500834934</id><published>2006-07-08T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T07:29:05.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ethG8SbwB6k&amp;search=eragon"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=ethG8SbwB6k&amp;amp;search=eragon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Just caught eragon's teaser from youtube. It's a fan made video but the quality of the trailer is ya not bad. Got to wait until 15 December. Wonder what will happen from now until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had IPPT mock yesterday and I only had a pass. It's standing broad jump again with a miserable jump of 220. Subsequent jumps became worst but the PC of mine just did not get it and wanted me to jump again and again. It's disappointing because I had a gold timing for my 2.4. While...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little introduction on the formation of a tank crew. A tank crew consists of a tank commander, a gunner and a driver. The commander will fire MG while the gunner will be firing coaxial MG and the 75mm main gun. The driver will just drive though it's not an easy job as he only has 3 periscopes for viewing in a close hatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 4 people had OOCed, there were many reshufflings of the crew members in the course. Another one may get OOC because he has one month lower limb excuse. Hmz.... Just found out that one my crew members is going to be a teacher. That means I have another future colleague to seek help from. He's going to a PE and Chem teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-115236894500834934?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/115236894500834934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=115236894500834934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/115236894500834934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/115236894500834934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2006/07/httpyoutube.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-115172249863620215</id><published>2006-06-30T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:54:58.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spider man 3 trailer is out!!! The trailer suggests that the third instalment is going to be the best of the 3 shows. With green goblin, sandman and venom all appearing in this film, the show is going to rock and fans of spiderman comics and movies are going to have a jolly good time. Unfortunately, I have to wait till mext year before the show will be screened! Two days before my birthday will be the world wide release date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four weeks of the course have passed. Physical trainings have become more tiring. 3.2 km on monday, 7.5km on tuesday, 3.2 km on wednesday and 3 km on friday. The pt schedule is hell! And within a short one week, I fell ill and suffered from fever yesterday night. More and more people are going out of course too. From 27 people, it is now down to only 22 persons. One more may also leave in the coming weeks for the pilot course. It isn't easy to get out of course in TCC though. With the course comm never failing to ask people to wish for a voluntary out of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-115172249863620215?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/115172249863620215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=115172249863620215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/115172249863620215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/115172249863620215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2006/06/spider-man-3-trailer-is-out-trailer.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-114877867214453437</id><published>2006-05-27T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T18:11:12.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My training in School of Infantry Specialist finally ended yesterday. I was unable to attend the graduation parade and also the 28 K route march because I was an attend C personnel for the past few days. Bleah. Nonetheless, I did pass my course and was able to pass out from BSLC. The announcement of the people entering ASLC was more exciting than the announcement of who the top students in the school were. Some were crossing the fingers while some were praying to GOD that they should not be posted there. OC was not exactly helpful as he was having tricks here and there bluffing people they had been selected but in fact they were not in ASLC. I was not chosen for ASLC though but was posted to Armour Training Institute along with many others from my platoon. Haiz. ASLC now seems fine to me because it is one of the shortest course to get the enxt rank thus the higher pay. Hee hee. Higher pay does grant me a greater expenditure. I don't exactly like to handle machineries like tanks. Usaing spanners and screw and cleaning the TANKS!!! Erm.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a one week leave this week. It will be a boring one though because very few units are starting later. Most are commencing their course fromMonday onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Charlie Company. You made me know what siong training is like and now is more prepared to get tough trainings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-114877867214453437?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/114877867214453437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=114877867214453437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114877867214453437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114877867214453437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-training-in-school-of-infantry.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-114816782633873250</id><published>2006-05-20T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T16:31:59.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hello people, those who have been visiting my blog. A feeling that only a few people left visiting my blog. As time passes, we will drift apart from one another more and more. It's this ever changing life situation that makes us more active and more willing to survive eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Congratulations ZebrA! Now, I have 3 friends who are studying medicine. Number is growing and growing and wa ha... next time visit hospital and clinics will get to see these people. So amazing. Getting examined by friends. Haha! Hope you guys have a fruitful time in NUS. It's also kinda good to have friends who are entering local uni before me cause can ask them for some tips and hints on how to maximise time in uni. Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mentioned in the previous entry that last week was my most siong week! Wa, it's really my most siong week ever. Digging shell scrap and a fire trench that is up to my chest level.... I practicaly only slept for 2 hours in that two nights. Never change underwear never powder bath..... yikes.. for three days lei... the smell of my clothes was totally @*$!@()*$_(+)!@) ----unimaginable---- Somemore I was the section commander for that three days and I had to walk up the knoll to receive instructions! Sometimes, it's just a one line insturction and it just makes you feel so pissED!!! Outfield in the nite can be kinda fun. Using candles to light the way and looking out for intruders like OC who likes to give surprise checks and fuck us if we do anything wrong. Outfeild in the nite is ultra dark sia. My digging buddy was looking for jerry cans in the nite. My sergeant was sleeping a few metres away from us and he actually walked there and shook him. Kan ni nai, chee BAI were what I heard next followed by my friend's reply. Sorry sergeant I thought you were the JERRY CANS!! AHH! There are also people who are like pigs in the nite and being the sect comm have to walk here walk there to wake them up to do sentry duty. Ka ni nai man sometimes. Second nite I just kick their helmets to wake them up. yeah yeah, and then I also have the section fire and movement live firing. Cool sia as I was the SAW gunner and I just BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG! SAW rocks. hee hee. The worst thing is I only get to sleep for 2 hours that nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So yesterday, I actually slept from 3 to this morning only to wake up to have dinner. One more week and I will get my corporal rank and knowing my posting. This week is going to be a big surprise sia. INFANTRY!! NONONO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-114816782633873250?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/114816782633873250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=114816782633873250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114816782633873250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114816782633873250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-people-those-who-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-114757848257305611</id><published>2006-05-13T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:48:02.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo Hoo. eight weeks have passed. the coming week will be the most SIONG week ever in the whole course because I will be digging trench, doing rappelling and trying out the advanced obstacle course. Not forgetting the deliberate attack live firing when everybody is so tired and sleepy. Once this week is over... yeaH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-114757848257305611?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/114757848257305611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=114757848257305611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114757848257305611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114757848257305611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2006/05/woo-hoo.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-114647802962202023</id><published>2006-05-01T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T03:07:09.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>booking out this friday for moe interview. that means i have to miss my medic tests that means i have to get confined in one of the weekend to take the tests. bleah. come to think of it. i want to try teaching before i go for any interview. but... i have replied that i am able to attend the interview, i just go for the interview and have a feel how being interrogated is like sia. =) .. haiz but to get confined to take the tests i take haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four weeks more to end of course and these four weeks will be the most siong weeks. one month sounds short but the going isn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope this week will pass fast so i can celebrate my birthday this saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-114647802962202023?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/114647802962202023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=114647802962202023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114647802962202023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114647802962202023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2006/05/booking-out-this-friday-for-moe.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-114631580722935614</id><published>2006-04-29T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T06:03:27.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>scoldings and more scoldings. just like a cloud of chao chee bais and fuck yous above my head. non stop showering of scoldings and I am flooded by the foul words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was glad that the navigation test was a successful one. found all check points along with my detail mates. sense of achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;section training followed by platoon training. main thing I have learnt from these trainings is that we have to learn to trust and communicate. but looking at my section.... haiz..... rivalry, distrust, hatred against a few particular person. it's quite turn off to be in the section, in the section I am in now rather. quarrels, fights. HAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just spend some time on friendster and I find out that there are a lot of links between my platoon mates and my friends. it's so amazing to discover about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-114631580722935614?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/114631580722935614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=114631580722935614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114631580722935614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114631580722935614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2006/04/scoldings-and-more-scoldings.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-114564716218858008</id><published>2006-04-21T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:19:22.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week sucks. Lack of sleep, chiong suaing and seriously lack of sleep. Nothing much to comment beside those but some of my friends know that lack of sleep can caused me to be easily pissed off especially some mother fuckers who do not know the limit at times. OUT OF THAT PLACE. When can I leave that place??? Stupid specialists who do not even know how to communicate and organies things. And I suck of military excercises sia. Do ambush for three times three times also make mistakes. Blur cock ah blur cock. I miss my close friends. I miss you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-114564716218858008?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/114564716218858008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=114564716218858008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114564716218858008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114564716218858008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-week-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-114389716351420501</id><published>2006-04-01T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T05:12:43.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back in the comfortable chair of mine with my knees hurting badly partly due the numerous runs we had had for the past week. Not forgeting the two SOCs sessions in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last week, I still quite alone there cause I choose not to be friendly to some people. However, the section mates in my bunk are very nice people so they are the few people that I relied on last week. Maybe, I may end my course knowing just a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BMT platoon mates simply rock and I see no backstabbing except for occasional gossips. But...but...... In my platoon, some people will just go all way out to gain entrance to OCS. There are people who play others down even though I personally find him to be a capable person. There are people who wayang to gain recognition from the commanders. There are people who ask for everybody's cooperation when they are the IC but become entirely selfish when they finish their IC roles. What the fuck is that man? Ask people to sing loudly but he himself just keep the mouth shut until there are commanders and he will lead the song. Haiz! I am quite unhelpful at times because I could not bother to do much there but I will not ask a person to help me if I have ever ignored his need for help. I just cannot tolerate people who want to make himself do a job well by utilising others but become ............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-114389716351420501?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/114389716351420501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=114389716351420501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114389716351420501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114389716351420501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-back-in-comfortable-chair-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-114329483416178584</id><published>2006-03-25T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T05:53:54.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>C C C C&lt;br /&gt;That was the number of times I checked which company i was posted to on Monday. I never know anything about SISPEC. I just know that Delta company is the welfare company. It was until I heard from people murmuring that Charlie is a SIONG company. Si liao la. I thought there would be some hope man. Like what I heard was wrong. So I just happily went to the compnay line. But things took a change right after the OC talk. I dare say my mood is 0% from that point of time. I have no mood to do anything boy. All I want is to out of course. Right now, I still have the urge. The discipline in Charlieis simply too strict and the physical trainings are like *$()*!%#()@*)$(*!@_(**! Everyday got this run that run. AGR still need to sing song when we have to run for 4.2 km. Fortunately the warrant PTI who is round 40 I guess is kind enough to force us to stop the songs. The sergeant all diam diam. Goodness la when we are already runnning so damn fucking near during AGR and still want us to  keep close. Trip lei. Trip already how? Even got a staff sergeant scold us that we are none other than a fucking dog which is totally humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this week I got fucked a few times for responding to the command wrongly. Another thing is SBJ during IPPT, I do not want to jump and just anyhow jump to please the sergeant but kanna fucked in the end. Runnin g2.4 also got fucked after i Report to the wrong station. Technical handling test also got problem. Then was adviesd that, " Anxiety does not make a good man!" But I wasd really nervous at that time. That's why I should be OOC cause I should not be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's only one week. Adjustment week is over. I wonder what type of punishments we will get? I feeling lonely in the company though I do know 3 to 4 people befirehand. So everyday, mostly I just keep quiet and talk when necessary. Life is sad. And I feel so alone so alone. I miss my BMT friends. I miss my friends. But this may be the last time that I get to write my feelings in the blog. Me being prone to mistakes may just be confined fromnext week onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-114329483416178584?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/114329483416178584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=114329483416178584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114329483416178584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114329483416178584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2006/03/c-c-c-c-that-was-number-of-times-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-114277964989889085</id><published>2006-03-19T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T06:47:29.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8 more hours and I will have to book in. More surprises await me I guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;On January the seventh, I felt nervous and afraid because I did not know how well I could adapt to army life and what was in store for me despite hearing numerous experiences shared by those who were enlisted earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I dare say I have not adapted well to army life. I can only declare that I am able to find enjoyment in the daily mundane routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that one should be willing to accept new challenges in army. We shouldn’t shun an activity because we deem it is beyond our limits. This is because if we already begin avoiding now we may be unable to take on bigger life challenges in life. However, I feel many will disagree with this perspective because an army life is totally unlike a civilian life. Nonetheless, it does make us ponder if we are prepared to take on future challenges when we have been avoiding so many things in army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. Another paragraph of nonsense from me. I do feel a bit scared now. What’s more? I have to live with people who have totally different interests as me. But with the skill of keeping quiet for a long period of time, it shouldn’t be much of a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-114277964989889085?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/114277964989889085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=114277964989889085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114277964989889085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114277964989889085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2006/03/8-more-hours-and-i-will-have-to-book.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-114267092918148814</id><published>2006-03-18T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T00:37:45.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is all about waiting. We wait and wait but we may end up with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about chasing. Chasing a girlfriend. Chasing for a high position. Changing for a life that all yearn for. In the end after all the chasing, all we deeply want is a simple life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about peeping. People around us… their outcomes, their happenings… we hope to listen about it. We cannot survive with only our own experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about humour. A comical person versus a boring freak, who would you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about making people happy most of the times. Most of the times. Can you remember a time when you yell at your friend even though you feel real pissed off by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been four months that I last blogged. My writing skills have become worse than ever. I need to practice writing grammatically correct sentences. I still need to write research papers in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs I am listening now are breaking my thoughts. Chinese songs- I am listening now. I have now changed the song to a Japanese song. Firstly, I do not understand the lyrics and I can concentrate on blogging better. Secondly, Japanese songs are rich in melodies and instrumental sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sleeping a lot during this block leave. When I am at home, I am either in front of the TV or at the bed. That was roughly my lifestyle in the December holidays. I never realize how much things I have missed out. It was until I went into NS and met up with new group of people that I find out how ill informed I am! There goes - the FROG IN THE WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with some platoon mates yesterday. It was an extremely bad idea to go out on the day of posting because people begin to talk more politically incorrect stuff. My section mate was complaining and lamenting how unhappy he was when he was not posted to a command school. The whole day. Yes, the whole day he was complaining. But I do understand his plight because he always dreams of being a sergeant and being able to fuck any persons in their face. Then there goes about the unfairness in the platoon like how some were given opportunities to display their leadership skills, like how some do not deserve going to OCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just kept quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-114267092918148814?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/114267092918148814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=114267092918148814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114267092918148814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114267092918148814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-is-all-about-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-114247741923960449</id><published>2006-03-15T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T18:50:19.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been four months since I last blogged. My writing skill has become worse than ever and my mind has deteriorated to that of a secondary four boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-114247741923960449?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/114247741923960449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=114247741923960449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114247741923960449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/114247741923960449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-has-been-four-months-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-113270303908420035</id><published>2005-11-22T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:43:59.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought Superhost will keep me glued to the television every tuesday night. However watching the first episode of this inaugural competition, I feel this series is one of the most boring shows I have watched. There was a paucity of planning prior to the shooting of the show and elaboration of the sixteen finalists. They are fighting for elimination next week when I do not even know most of the contestants. For the first few episodes, I guess there will be some who get ousted not because they are poor in hosting but they lack friends and money to keep them in this competition. Fortunately, the elimination is not based entirely on the viewers' SMS votes but also on the judges. This is unlike Star Idol. But the producers of Star Idol have done enough to promote their finalists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-113270303908420035?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/113270303908420035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=113270303908420035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113270303908420035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113270303908420035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-thought-superhost-will-keep-me-glued.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-113236360419351509</id><published>2005-11-18T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T17:26:44.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Campus Superstar auditions begin today. There will be so many familiar faces that we will see in the show when it airs at the beginning of next year. "Eh, didn't I see that person at Hwa Chong before?", " Eh, that bimbo also kanna selected. All the judges ta stamps." But it is this familiarity that I enjoy when watching the show. Even though I prefer HongKong and Taiwan productions to local almost cannot make it shows with mediocre acting and boring hosting, I still feel more attached to our own productions. We can bitch about how lousy OX figure is or how sucky somebody's speech intonation is. But these are the people whom I can relate to and may be spot them or Orchard Road. Stars who seem to be like the kids next block. They are my favourites. Rather than superstars who can gyrate to the dance music but whom I can never seen in their flesh. Like the busty superstar whom I have idolised for near a decade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-113236360419351509?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/113236360419351509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=113236360419351509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113236360419351509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113236360419351509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/11/campus-superstar-auditions-begin-today.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-113215192888640435</id><published>2005-11-16T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T06:38:48.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having just read an article in Mind Your Body and the moie Harry Potter, I have an urge to blog about reality and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed the CGI-ed show and I was totally enticed by the setting in the movie. Nice as it is seen, it looks horrible in reality. The production photos reveal this fact and the scenes were touched by lighting and other special effects. Having been exposed to theories of light, I am truly amazed by the wonder of lights. During a single practical session, we saw how side lights can define a bare body, though he not be exactly muscular. Lord of the Rings will have fall flat if lights were not used extensively in enhancing the show as mentioned by Dorothy. While, I am not considered even an amateur in light, thus shall not talk anything further. But, I enjoyed the few moments when I escaped from reality when the flood lights are off and specific stages lights are shone. I would wish a theatre show or a movie will go on forever. I always feel sadden when the credits begin showing. That means - time to leave the theatre and cinema or rather please return to the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the point mentioned in the article. More teenages are escaping from reality and ensnared by the virtual world be it of their own imaginative thoughts or the Internet World. An anecdotal example shows a boy dependent of drugs for escapism. While, that will be one of the extreme cases. We too have become too successful in the Internet world. Excelling in interpersonal communication is one example. Sometimes, I would have imagined X to be a cheerful, loud and talkative person simply because I always talk to X online and words like HAHA, HEE HEE, YO THAT RAWKS la la la often appear. I being impressionistic. But how else can I judge X? A good choice indeed. But when it comes to converstaion in the real world, X simly falls flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boundary has been blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sidetrack, simple words in life can make a difference. Words like you can make it may sound facetious or encouraging phrases like don't worry may appear pretentious, but they can touch the heart of others. It's better than closing the eyes and think that the person will think through by himself. That's totally crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-113215192888640435?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/113215192888640435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=113215192888640435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113215192888640435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113215192888640435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/11/having-just-read-article-in-mind-your.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-113169273672640357</id><published>2005-11-10T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:05:36.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I am getting more pissed. I am getting more irritated. I feel angry! I FEEL SO ANGRY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-113169273672640357?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/113169273672640357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=113169273672640357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113169273672640357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113169273672640357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-113169137951553966</id><published>2005-11-10T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:42:59.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very saddened by my performance in the General Paper. It was a long and tedious morning. When I read all the essay questions, I was once again felt helpless- I always do in General Paper. Finally I decided to venture on the question about oil. It wasn't a good a choice either as the information I had was .... Then came the comprehension section. After which, I conclude that I lacked the basic understanding skills and my vocabulary was simply horrendous. Much as I wish to score better than my previous attempts. Argumentation is sickening. I will not wish to correct anybody's wrong point or flawed argument. I will leave things as the way they are. This shall be my revenge for these few weeks. Silence is power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-113169137951553966?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/113169137951553966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=113169137951553966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113169137951553966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113169137951553966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-very-saddened-by-my-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-113115673104639672</id><published>2005-11-04T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T18:12:11.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How does the school maintain the more than 80 percent A in Bio when the subject is so difficult to handle? One minute evolution and then another minute ecology and the third minute 'm seeing chromosomes being separated. It's getting me confused for now. I shall only study five topics for essay and pray that the questions asked are straightforward and not some idiotic questions like Compare Kreb's Cycle to Calvin Cycle. Comparison in life is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST VS WORST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-113115673104639672?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/113115673104639672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=113115673104639672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113115673104639672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113115673104639672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-does-school-maintain-more-than-80.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-113111706233441936</id><published>2005-11-04T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T07:11:02.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope Channel eight will telecast the Golden Melody Awards Singapore. I don't watch the show to see who the winners are because the winners are merely representatives of the most popular acts currently though they may not have the best vocal or best production. I only want to watch the live performance of some singers. I abhor watching singers who lip sync and they only put me off. It's so obvious who are the people who lipsync.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to run again today after watching Sky High. =) Felt so happy now because the haemoglobin are better supplied with oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, after twelve years of study, I will sit down and think what I will be doing in the future. My mum actually encourages me to start working after NS and study part time. It's quite tiring to study full time for another four more years. It's time to fall and rise up  instead of studying in a comfort zone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-113111706233441936?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/113111706233441936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=113111706233441936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113111706233441936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113111706233441936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hope-channel-eight-will-telecast.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-113098864948659939</id><published>2005-11-02T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T19:30:49.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read the newspaper and the newspaper said running will help to improve the state of mind and better the individual's attention and focus. Especially the A level paper are always have trick questions and require careful reading before one falls deep in its trap. Therefore, I decided to go running today. Yeah. Decided to run and running are mutually exclusive. Alright, I did run but I only run a mere two rounds around the park and I was feeling tired. Tired! How lousy I was and I stopped running after that. Now, I know why I have always feel like sleeping when I was reading my notes or practising my paper. I lack oxygen. I felt so refresh now though tired. I am contemplating of buying an oxygen tank and inhale fresh air whenever I have an overdosage of carbon dioxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read star magazine. Alright those usual British entertainment magazine. And they said Mariah Carey maintains here figure while doing water aerobics. While, how I wish I was the instructor of the course and seeing her moving to the music in the water. Salivating. Alright, that's not the point. They said water aerobics is a good way to burn calories. Rock climbing too. Climbing half an hour burns more calories than if I were to run at the same period of time. Cool cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, I watched Star Idol and I thought the 17 year old guy very cute. Got that JJ shadow. Seems likes people with small eyes are more nai kan than those big big eyed individuals. And they only chose people who are good looking so goes the title Star Idol. He's an idol albeit bad in acting! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanX Jay! He has been providing the motivation everytime I feel tired. Yeah. You rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-113098864948659939?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/113098864948659939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=113098864948659939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113098864948659939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113098864948659939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-read-newspaper-and-newspaper-said.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-113072730317456328</id><published>2005-10-30T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:55:03.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I live beside the CTE and there are two schools behind my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://sg.geocities.com/cipexco/IMG_1052.JPG" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://sg.geocities.com/cipexco/IMG_1050.JPG" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-113072730317456328?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/113072730317456328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=113072730317456328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113072730317456328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113072730317456328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-live-beside-cte-and-there-are-two.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-113066798252311583</id><published>2005-10-30T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T02:26:22.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On 2 November, Star Idol will be showing on Channel 8. Hopefully, this show will achieve the same success as Superstar as the local media scene seriously lack new blood. I am quite tired of seeing Huang Wenyong, and some vateran Mediacorp artistes. I want new face. Chao Ji Zhu Chi Ren, I hope, will inject new excitment to the local entertaiment scene. I yearn for zhu chi ren with the spontaneity and vibrance like the comperes in Kang Xi Lai Le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee ha, I also can't wait to see which student will win the Project Superstar for school students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-113066798252311583?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/113066798252311583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=113066798252311583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113066798252311583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113066798252311583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-2-november-star-idol-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-113057257229906152</id><published>2005-10-29T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T00:56:12.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After getting exposed to Ke Ai Nu Ren, I went on the buy Jay's second, third and his concert albums. Somehow, I decided to buy his latest album after stopping buying his intermediate albums. I hope it will not be a let-down. Personally, his second album has been the best record yet and I prefer the ballads that he wrote in the other albums. I hope this album can better his previous effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for me, I manage to have a very good night sleep yesterday. I woke up this morning rejuvenated and kicking. For the previous nights, I could hardly get to sleep partly due to my sickness and mainly because my neighbour loves to blast his radio at the wee hours. He stopped blasting the radio after a gentle reminder from my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-113057257229906152?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/113057257229906152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=113057257229906152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113057257229906152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113057257229906152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/10/after-getting-exposed-to-ke-ai-nu-ren.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-113037766023692638</id><published>2005-10-26T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:47:40.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Terrible. Terrible. It always has to be one two weeks before the A levels. I fell ill again with the onset of fever, flu, sorethroat and cough. Yeah, thank goodness. The doctor prescribed antibiotics that cost $20 for five pills. Wa liew. "I give you stronger antibiotics so you will heal." But it's a great surge from the previous ones I used. I need to save up in the future because I have to use this antibiotics or stronger ones and that means higher cost. One studying day gone because all I can do was to lie on the bed and let my mind wander. Any attempt in thinking the working of the kidneys make me feel nauseous. Now I understand why companies are stepping up to keep their workers healthy to avoid losing any working days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-113037766023692638?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/113037766023692638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=113037766023692638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113037766023692638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113037766023692638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/10/terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-113022618811281472</id><published>2005-10-25T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:52:58.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="250" src="http://sg.geocities.com/cipexco/IMG_0292.JPG" width="250" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://sg.geocities.com/cipexco/spastic.jpg" width="250" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://sg.geocities.com/cipexco/yeah.jpg" width="250" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-113022618811281472?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/113022618811281472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=113022618811281472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113022618811281472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113022618811281472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-113017748659927307</id><published>2005-10-24T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T11:11:26.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not understand what cause this. But the word count all turn to be equal at the end of each person’s comments. I never attempted editing. It really turns out to be 252 words for each. When I stop writing and press word count, it give 252 for all 3 :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *Crack knuckles Stretch back* &lt;br /&gt;First on the list shall be genie. Genie was in the same class as me in secondary one but I remembered him as my cca mate rather than my classmate. This was because it was during cca sessions, meetings and outings after I have known him through cca that I began to know him. My first impression of genie was that he was a very forgiving person. Undeniably, he was also extremely playful. He would demonstrate the effect of moments and the Newton’s Three Laws of Motion. This may have contributed partly to his flare for physics. But this is not the point. The point is that he is very keen in assimilating new information. Throw him something new and if he likes it he will be a continuous supporter of it. He has an open mind as keeps learning new things along the way. Like when playing Frisbee he will realize himself some of the techniques to throw a Frisbee. Besides, I feel that he will be those who will achieve something if he is given a leadership position. He has lots of ideas from the cliché ideas to creative innovative ones. All these ideas are churned out just to make the whole organization a better one. While so many good things, I shall say something bad now. I have this feeling that genie wants excel in things else he may be bu shuang. It’s good most of the times but at times it may appear to be a bit egoistic. &lt;br /&gt;(252 words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget Yang Jie when I talk about genie. Undoubtedly, Yang Jie can clique with genie very well because both share common interests and they are of the same wavelength most of the times. Anyway, I dare not say that I have much to talk about him because the times I talk to him is only restricted to cca sessions. I seldom go out with him after cca sessions because he seldom goes out with me. This is a Catch-22 situation, you see. He is a very playful person like genie and likes sports like basketball and soccer like genie. Okie, point proven! But I admire that fact that he seems to be a very easy going person so much so that if he ever feels sad. Even he is announces that he is very sad, I do feel like giggling at times when I hear that. One good thing about him is that he can turn an awkward or even disappointing situation into one which is humorous and uplifting. So much so that the sadness in us simply diminishes. Humor is never out of his life. He is also a very determined person. He said before he would join a sports cca in JC and trained as hard as possible. I said the same thing too but I failed eh. But he succeeded because he trained until he is well-toned now. He means what he says. While for one out of ten times because the rest are often crap.&lt;br /&gt;(252 words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zejia is the last person that I will be talking about. He is a very talkative and cheerful person. Wait, he is often that but at times I really could not understand what he wants and what he is thinking. He will just turn silent and nothing seriously nothing can make him talk. It’s quite scary at times because we will never know what is bothering him because he will switch back to his original mode such that nothing has ever happened. Huh? I quite huh too. But ignoring those moody times, he is a very outgoing person. He will take the initiative to talk. Da kai hua xia zi. Me and genie are so accustomed to have him talk that if me and genie are alone we are quite lost what to talk to each other. I feel his brain is also very sensitive. Many times I would just pass off the movie as a passé show. But he can understand the underpinning of the show and spark off new thoughts from there. A very appreciative person. But this may be also why he is a gan xing person. He is quite contradictory too. He is an independent person but yet dependent. Okie, this is how I feel. The want to stand alone but yet hope to fall on others whom he can rely on. I dare say he is not a person who beats around the bush and is straightforward and he wouldn’t wait before things take a worse turn.&lt;br /&gt;(252 words)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-113017748659927307?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/113017748659927307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=113017748659927307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113017748659927307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113017748659927307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-do-not-understand-what-cause-this.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-113011854198872818</id><published>2005-10-23T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:49:02.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to take a few days break from my studying boot camp. It's time that I am at the helm of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's time that I have a new entry on my blog. While I don't know if the visitors at my blog are fanatic over motion pictures ( I do and am a fervent supporter of 'movies'), but I shan't care that much and update my readers on the upcoming movies that you may consider viewing. But before I begin, let me introduce you the top movies for this week in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Box Office (10/23/2005)&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;Doom&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer: Inspired by a True Story&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Wallace &amp; Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;The Fog&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;North Country&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;Elizabethtown&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;Flightplan&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;In Her Shoes&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;A History of Violence&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;Two for the Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not belittle this list of the 10 most popular movies though some may prove to by sucky but the top movies often turn out to be top movies in Singapore too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most highly anticipated movie in November shall be Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. While, I suppose I do not need any introduction for the movie. The movie title suggests the plot you would expect in the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie coming out in December will be Saw II. Saw II? Yes, indeed. Many of my friends have watched the first Saw and was appaled by the amateurish gruesome images depicted throughout the show. The first movie had two people chained to the walls of a room. Expectedly, the movie gets bigger and more complicated in the sequel with Jigsaw trapping 8 human beings in a room. If you have not grown up with grisly movies the the Texas Chainsaw Massacre or Night of the Living Dead, I would suggest you catch another show, The Chronicles of Narnia. We are always devoid of fantasy and the movie will bring us to an imaginative world where adventures are abound. Or if you have been a fan of Peter Jackson's show, you wouldn't want to miss KING KONG. Nothing much to say about the movie as I suppose many would have watched the orginal version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coming years, we shall have movies like X-Men 3 which will be out on 5th May 06, coincidentally, it's the day before my birthday. =) Jurrasic Park IV will be out too next year but I wonder if this will lead to the demise of the JP series. Other movies include Underworld:evoluation and the Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest. In07, we will have movies like Halo, Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix and SPIDERMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I shall stop here. I need to visit the loo after bearing with my stomachache while typing this whole entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-113011854198872818?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/113011854198872818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=113011854198872818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113011854198872818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/113011854198872818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-need-to-take-few-days-break-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112974230313099646</id><published>2005-10-19T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T10:18:23.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am damn fucked up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did peer tuitioning, I was asking myself why the students could not understand the steps when I had repeated the workings for upteem times. Yes, up to a point when I gave up and I just offered the answer. I was working on the physics tys. I stoned when I looked at the question. I tried to think of a method that I have thought before. None worked. I started to panick. I asked the others how to get about doing the questions. I felt **** when waiting for help. When help did arrive, my whole mind was empty as I could not understand a hell working that was explained. I was truly frustrated at this point. I had very much wanted to understand and assimilate the information as quickly as possible, but I just could not. There are people who can grasp the technique in the shortest time but be mindful that there are some people who take much much longer time to understand what is being taught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112974230313099646?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112974230313099646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112974230313099646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112974230313099646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112974230313099646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-damn-fucked-up-now.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112960022235314125</id><published>2005-10-17T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:53:07.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise that we have been too accustomed to taking short cuts in life that we think that accomplishing a task as expeditiously as possible is something worth bragging about. I have noticed the surfacing of the term "crash course". This type of courses are specially catered for participants who wish to learn the techniques in the shortest time possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crash Course available here! Pick up YOGA in less than a week!"&lt;br /&gt;"Stop emulating dancers like RAIN. Be like him. Join the crash course now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some phrases which I think I will chance upon more often in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In schools, we have been taught that there are some short cuts that students can take in order to score flying colours. Biah for this last month and you may just be like those who have improved their scores from D E A D to A A A A. Fantastic it is, isn't it? You just have to work doubly hard for this LAST LAP. Wow, this is definitely a relieve for students who have spent most of their time training for competitions and performances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan of Desparate Housewives. However, I have prefer sleeping to being glued in from of the google that I have missed several episodes. Fret not! Channel 5 is recapitulating the first few episodes. Stay tune to Channel 5, home of pure entertainment. For those who have failed to follow through the plot steadfastly, this summary episode is definitely helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn once told me that practice makes perfect. It goes something like some are not gifted or be endowned with a special skill but if they are willing to practice, they may one day be able to excel in it. A cliche statement it is. Fast route versus eternal practising, which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so bored that I went blog surfing and read my seniors and their friends' blog.&lt;br /&gt;The content below was all adapted from their weblog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7093/187/1600/3462501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BMT seemed like a miserable episode with no relevant acquaintances yet with overdosage of incompassionate imbeciles working out at realising their military aspirations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our superiors have inferior educational qualifications to us and frankly speaking I benefit more from the slack time effected from their haphazard organisation than their pool of knowledge. And I am not complaining."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112960022235314125?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112960022235314125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112960022235314125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112960022235314125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112960022235314125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-realise-that-we-have-been-too.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112939059540058875</id><published>2005-10-15T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T08:36:35.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just attended my sister-in-law's sister's wedding dinner. It had been ages since I attended a dinner. Today, I had a glass of red wine with 7-up. The adults at the table said my whole face was red after drinking the glass. Even my sister-in-law felt so. Fortunately, it was only the appearance of my skin. I did not feel drunk after drinking the glass. I shall have more tries at this alcohol and even stronger alcohol because I may not know if I have to drink alcoholic drinks next time when it comes to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, I wondered if the school had altered my napfa results and made me pass. It was evident bacause I was not recruited to the ptp but straight to bmt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112939059540058875?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112939059540058875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112939059540058875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112939059540058875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112939059540058875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-just-attended-my-sister-in-laws.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112934472618124435</id><published>2005-10-14T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T19:52:06.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought Kayne West's disc recently and I was very pissed off by the fact that there was no lyrics printed on the booklet when the disc I bought was a rap disc. How could I fathom what you are saying when you are rapping more than a fifty words in 10 seconds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is an excerpt from his song, Diamonds from Sierra Leone. Unlike the conventional rappers, he did not touch on sex in most of his songs and I especially like the topic that he discussed in this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning, this ain't Vietnam still&lt;br /&gt;People lose hands, legs, arms for real&lt;br /&gt;Little was known of Sierra Leone&lt;br /&gt;And how it connect to the diamonds we own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I speak of&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds in this song&lt;br /&gt;I ain't talkin bout the ones that be glown&lt;br /&gt;I'm talkin bout Rocafella, my home, my chain&lt;br /&gt;These ain't conflict diamonds,is they Jacob? don't lie to me mayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, a part of me sayin' keep shinin',&lt;br /&gt;How? when I know of the blood diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Though it's thousands of miles away&lt;br /&gt;Sierra Leone connect to what we go through today&lt;br /&gt;Over here, its a drug trade, we die from drugs&lt;br /&gt;Over there, they die from what we buy from drugs&lt;br /&gt;The diamonds, the chains, the bracelets, the charmses&lt;br /&gt;I thought my Jesus Piece was so harmless'til&lt;br /&gt;I seen a picture of a shorty armless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the conflict&lt;br /&gt;It's in a black person's soul to rock that gold&lt;br /&gt;Spend ya whole life tryna get that ice&lt;br /&gt;On a polar rugby it look so nice&lt;br /&gt;How could somethin' so wrong make me feel so right, right?&lt;br /&gt;'fore I beat myself up like Ike&lt;br /&gt;You could still throw ya Rocafella diamond tonight, 'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds are forever&lt;br /&gt;They're all I need to please me&lt;br /&gt;They can't stimulate or tease me&lt;br /&gt;They won't leave in the night&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear that they might&lt;br /&gt;Desert me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112934472618124435?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112934472618124435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112934472618124435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112934472618124435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112934472618124435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-bought-kayne-wests-disc-recently-and.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112893293233966036</id><published>2005-10-10T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T01:30:44.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things that I noticed over this past year about handphones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Check the handphone for messages every now and then like he is a busy buisnessman.&lt;br /&gt;2. Play with the handphone or pretend that there are incoming messages when he is being left out in a group.&lt;br /&gt;3. Message a person and wish that a reply is made immediately when he himself is damn slow in answering messages.&lt;br /&gt;4. Peeping into friends' handphones for fun.&lt;br /&gt;5. Looking at people messaging and seeing what they are typing when it is none of his business.&lt;br /&gt;6. When he realise that the people around him are checking their incoming messages, he also takes out his phone to check when he has not even felt any vibrations.&lt;br /&gt;7. Handphone language is pretentious. The ha ha and the hee hee are mere fillers when the messages have a paucity of humour.&lt;br /&gt;8. Handphone has become an extension of the hand and one cannot live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that I can never have a definite answer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I see a person that I know, do I wait for him to say hi to me or should be the person who initiates a greeting?&lt;br /&gt;2. When I see a person that I do not know well enough, do I pretend that I have not seen him by looking elsewhere or do I wait for him to give me a sign of greeting?&lt;br /&gt;3. When I am with my classmates and my other friends during lecture, do I talk to my classmates or do I talk to my other friends?&lt;br /&gt;4. When the person I know for so many years do not share common interests, what do I have to say to him?&lt;br /&gt;5. When I am going out with my friends and somebody asks if he can tag along, do I say yes or no or ask for my friends' opinions?&lt;br /&gt;6. When I am on a bus with a person whom I do not know well *again..*, do I say hi and look for another seat or do I sit with him and try to squeeze out some idiotic topics to talk about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112893293233966036?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112893293233966036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112893293233966036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112893293233966036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112893293233966036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/10/8-things-that-i-noticed-over-this-past.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112874815855073177</id><published>2005-10-07T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T22:09:18.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been bogged down by the recent newspaper coverage on the two bloggers who have made seditious remarks. I am not questioning the writers' failure of performing self-censorship but am puzzled by the extensive reports on this incident. I have came across these articles once every week since the two people were brought to court and the articles often hog the frontpage of the widely-read local print. Surely, news on the Aftermath of the Bali blast should have been a priority rather than news on the two men who have posted inflammatory remarks about the minority series undeterred by the possible repurcussions. Personally, I feel that the stand of the newspaper is to publicise this case and to remind Singaporeans that insensitive remarks are not accepted by the Republic and the writer can be punished. The persecution of the three teenagers who have been distributing files illegally online has dettered some Singaporeans from engagin in file-sharing. I feel the consequences faced by those two bloggers could also thwart racism from manifesting in our muliticultural society. The perfunctory action by the newspaper to publish the judicial outcome is definitely a sensible move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112874815855073177?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112874815855073177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112874815855073177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112874815855073177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112874815855073177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-have-been-bogged-down-by-recent.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112826606679852676</id><published>2005-10-02T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T08:14:26.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trojan. Trojan. Trojan. It's infecting my com again and I am extremely irked by these ruthless bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally had a taste of how Jia Hui, Dawn and Kia Ying felt when they always complained that their legs were aching after a tedious round of shopping. I was practically walking around from 2 pm all the way to 9 pm with intermittent breaks. I tried the fried Mars Bar today and felt that it was average. However, I was still amazed how they can fry the Mars Bar while keeping the chocolate within the batter. Just like fried ice cream. While, the Mars bar tasted sweet and sinful and it was definitely worth A try. Following that, we embarked on a journey in our search for Ritz Carlton and it was through a long long journey that we finally arrived at the six star hotel. Cool right, albeit asking 4 people for directions. During that journey, we arrived at Parkview and that place was splendid and the design, I felt, could date back to the past. We thought it was a hotel until we queried a lady who answered that it was an office building. Upon our arrival at Ritz Carlton, we explored the hotel and reached the ball room which Ivan thought was not as big as he had thought. After that, it was Makan time at Makansutra by the sea. And that wraps up our eventful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112826606679852676?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112826606679852676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112826606679852676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112826606679852676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112826606679852676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/10/trojan.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112813469464236409</id><published>2005-09-30T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:44:54.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went climbing yesterday. somehow, i feel that the sport is a bit strenous. my small little body frame could hardly last me more than 3 climbs. so, most of the time i was lookin at people climb. it was fun to watch the oac people climbin. all of them are very motivating and they cheer each other on no matter how tired they are. they have fun throughout the whole session. and the people there all very nice and don't make anyone feel out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peer support is very critical at times. they can pull you through the tough tides. but one must be able to accept this helpin hand or the encouragement offered by friends may prove to be pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112813469464236409?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112813469464236409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112813469464236409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112813469464236409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112813469464236409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/09/went-climbing-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112774815392753300</id><published>2005-09-26T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T08:22:33.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are terrble when there is a lack of communication. I have read I'm the King of the Castle and it mainly evolves around the consequences on the lack of communication. I hated Kingshaw because he never attempted informing his mother about his plight. But I pitied Kingshaw too because nobody took notice of the situation that he was thrown into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to real life, lack of communication does hurt or delight people. Some people choose to listen to what they only want to hear, pleasant stuff that is, even though those stories are just one sided news. Some people choose to be informed about everything and anything or they will be felt left out and that their friends are neglecting him. While, I guess many people do feel this way and personally I feel the same way too. All we want is not Pauli's Exclusion Principle but the knowledge that we are included and accepted in this group. I feel words like, " Do you want to go out tomorrow?" are golden words and they do delight a person and make him feel joyful. This all boils down to communications. Of course, superfluous greetings and excess honey messages may make one seem superfluous. So, the best is, sufficient communications. Give and take and know the limit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112774815392753300?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112774815392753300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112774815392753300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112774815392753300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112774815392753300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-are-terrble-when-there-is-lack.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112765087958413562</id><published>2005-09-25T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T05:21:19.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's seems that if I have to stay at home for a day, I will be real bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, since I am feeling real bored now, shall answer jw's qn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.zonk out all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;2.quite shy&lt;br /&gt;3.dun like to conflict with people&lt;br /&gt;4.like to be alone and silent at times&lt;br /&gt;5.likes songs that has lyrics that I connect with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112765087958413562?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112765087958413562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112765087958413562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112765087958413562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112765087958413562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-seems-that-if-i-have-to-stay-at.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112744505012954866</id><published>2005-09-22T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T20:10:50.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ho, I finally changed the template. it's a haul and I feel exhausted now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of searching is always more exciting than finding an answer.  I was changing the template and kept trying to come up with a final template that I felt satisfied. However, after finishing the design, I asked what am I doing this for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was studying for exams, I was happy that I understand new information. When I finally understood the content, I was puzzled if that was going to aid me in anything in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was preparing for huang Cheng, I cared about having fun and trying to accomplish the task. Once again, it set many people thinking if what they have done is worth doing or remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I quarrel with my family members, I will always try to be the winning party even though I may be also partly at fault. It was strange that after the quarrel I just feel foolish for wasting my energy and breath yelling and screaming at the top of the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel sad, I will fall into a pool of saddness and tears. When I think back, nothing is worth crying over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112744505012954866?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112744505012954866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112744505012954866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112744505012954866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112744505012954866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/09/ho-i-finally-changed-template.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112677228978876176</id><published>2005-09-15T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T01:18:09.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are sitting with your friends that you do not know very well, you will shift your eyesight away from them and seek familiarity from the closer friends who are there too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you opening pronounce that you have enjoyed yourself when you go out to catch a show or for a shopping trip, there is not exactly how you feel. You still have the worry of your examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say I am your good friend, you cannot really accept my weakness and this becomes an obstruction at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear your friend flung his paper, you want to tell him that I flung too and please stop saying you are the only person in the world who is slapped with this tragedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you write a blog entry, you don't write it for yourself. It is suppose to be a diary entry eh? But you still cannot deny that part of the info is written to inform and not entirely for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear friends talk, you always have an urge to join in but feel .... when you do not know how to be engaged into the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, you do not know how to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is silence, you just feel awkward and if the silence persists for too long, it becomes even more difficult to strike a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are waiting for a bus, you hope to just *woof* and be teleported to the destination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112677228978876176?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112677228978876176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112677228978876176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112677228978876176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112677228978876176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-you-when-you-are-sitting-with-your.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112631549430772125</id><published>2005-09-09T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T18:24:54.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We live a very simple life. Currently, we are all students. It is obligatory for us to study now. However, we can make the best out of what we have. I choose to go out or pick up a new skill or do what I want as I am studying. Wouldn't that make us more happy and enriched as compared to those who only cooped up in the home to study? Hee hee. I want to wish all my friends all the best for prelims. Thinking of practising all the papers make me feel... haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112631549430772125?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112631549430772125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112631549430772125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112631549430772125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112631549430772125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-live-very-simple-life.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112631513734069816</id><published>2005-09-09T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T18:18:57.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The war against dengue fever is intensifying. It sets many people worrying over whether the mosquito bites were caused by Aedes mosquitoes. I am paranoid too. Yesterday, we were studying at Mcdonalds but we shifted our base to a park. While, the feeling was extraordinary but we became the meals for the dearest mosquitoes. If I really kana ****, then it will be damn sway man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112631513734069816?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112631513734069816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112631513734069816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112631513734069816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112631513734069816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/09/war-against-dengue-fever-is.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112607355215290664</id><published>2005-09-06T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:12:32.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wo de ma.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ill again. Despite popping lots of antibiotics pills less than a month ago, I am down with an irritating flu and sorethroat. This is terrible. Unforgivable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112607355215290664?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112607355215290664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112607355215290664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112607355215290664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112607355215290664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/09/wo-de-ma.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112597290792946855</id><published>2005-09-05T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T19:23:47.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you want to be a nobody or somebody? I was flabbergasted by the aftermath that struck America after she was wrecked by Hurricane Katrina. I remembered the scene in War of the Worlds which depicted the selfishness and cruelity of human in the wake of a disaster. The citizens hit one another violently or even used a gun to shoot the driver in order to escape from the claws of the aliens. In comparison, New Orleans was struck badly by this unprecendented natural catastrophe and her citizens were being evacuated. Things did not end here. At temporary camps or shelters, there were poor sanitation and the food stock was dwindling. What was even more abhorrable was that there were rapists and murderers looking for their prey there as there was little police intervention in the messy place. Gun sales skyrocketed as people were concerned of their own safety. Gunshots were heard and a few people were killed for the slightest reason. This scene was totally unimaginable. You may not have realised the scene there because there was so little newspaper reports that touch on these sordid or cruel acts exemplified by our own species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, there was still warmth in the world. Stars like Celine Dion and Nicholas Cage had pledged to donate one million dollars to the rebuilding fund. Besides, there will be a concert held this Friday to raise funds. Singers including Mariah Carey will be lending their voices to this concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Mariah Carey, she simply rocks my world. She has two singles back to back hogging the top two positions of the Billboard Chart. She is going to clinch her seventeenth US number one single soon. I really hope that she will not stop churning her ubiquitous number one singles and that her popularity will not wane in the near future. Her songs are healing and her voice has motivated me in many depressing times. That's how good she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112597290792946855?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112597290792946855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112597290792946855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112597290792946855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112597290792946855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-you-want-to-be-nobody-or-somebody-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112587891790191267</id><published>2005-09-04T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:08:37.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, I will be asking people out today again. Simply, staying at home may not be at all efficient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112587891790191267?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112587891790191267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112587891790191267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112587891790191267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112587891790191267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/09/once-again-i-will-be-asking-people-out.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112579906982051135</id><published>2005-09-03T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T18:57:49.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just realised that sleeping too much causes hallucination and it causes excruciating headache which only subsides after a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passive versus active.&lt;br /&gt;Good friends don't knock onto your door and say," Hello! Can i be your good friend?" You have to be active in order to begin a friendship. If you have always been passive, you should not lament that you cannot establish a close relationship with the friends you meet up everyday. I can easily label you as my good friend but why should I be so superficial? I feel that good friends share many common experiences and are adept at exchanging thoughts though there may be start contrasts. But it is through this extensive interaction that we feel a sense of belonging in the circle and we can relate to one another. One of the ways to achieve that is to be active and ask your friends out. Through the multifarious outings and gatherings, we will get to know one another well and establish strong ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112579906982051135?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112579906982051135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112579906982051135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112579906982051135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112579906982051135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-have-just-realised-that-sleeping-too.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112544315062668352</id><published>2005-08-30T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:05:50.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You go girl! Mariah Carey, I love you till the end of my life! Oops, she has done it again, clinching the twelveth No. 1 position on Billboard Chart. This is her sixteenth No. 1 single and she still does not show any sign at waning. She's adept at churning out hits that will soon become classics. Furthermore, her songs have been through with me during critical times such at stormy days, O levels and during examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think I will join Jean Yip Academy to learn haridressing when I have earned $5000 which is the cost of the course. My plan for the future: to get license in car and motorcycling (secretly) and I do not wish to be rich. I just want a 5 room flat and take public transport. Having a license may not necessarily mean that I should be behind the sterling wheel. A simple life like that as shown in Paris Hilton's A simple life will suffice. Besides, I will hope to join the media and create shows for people to savour and gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear guy,&lt;br /&gt;I think you are a horrible creature. Won't you have some common sense and look who's there. You are terribly disgusting and you make me puke at times when I see you. Please have self-constraint and respect the kind souls who are around you. Vanish from the world, won't you?&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Son of a motherdog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112544315062668352?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112544315062668352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112544315062668352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112544315062668352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112544315062668352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-go-girl-mariah-carey-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112523995544636364</id><published>2005-08-28T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T07:39:15.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can still remember vividly what Wu Lao Shi told us. Secondary school friends often turn out to be your lifelong friends and it will be difficult to seek friends whom you trust and rely on from pre-university life aka JC life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember we promised one another that we should study hard and go to the same junior college so that we can meet up with each other often. While, our common wish has come true. But, it seemed that we are even further apart despite being separated by a central plaza. We must not stop contacting no matter what happens. Six years passed and we are still best of friends. I am HAPPY to have you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember how I regretted joining drama in secondary school. I still hate it now. However, I have known a few good friends there. =) Yeah, I feel we will head very different directions after we enter NS but I hope there will always be a time that we can sacrifice to meet up. Hope we will all live to an old ripe age and hee hee let our children form a soccer team or a dragon boat team eh. Or a band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to Huang Cheng. We may just be acquaintances but at least we have had almost lived together during that few months. Those will be the times which we will savour if there is any reunion or gathering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112523995544636364?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112523995544636364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112523995544636364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112523995544636364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112523995544636364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-can-still-remember-vividly-what-wu.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112523887066001704</id><published>2005-08-28T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T07:21:10.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just watched Homerun and this is the first time that I am catching the show. The show was as great as the movie Children In Heaven which I had watched in Chinese High. Jack Neo really succeeds in conveying social issues and posting questions to the audience to ponder. I have always love shows that made me think and reflect, if not, at least shows that made me go teary. i can still remember Life Is Beautiful and The Pianist. These movies reflect the utter demonish and devillish side of human and vulnerable we are as a species. We are susceptible to any forms of attack despite being hailed as the most intelligent specie on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes, I love to listen to songs and watch movies. I can escape from the world of reality and dived into the imaginative and totally surreal world created by the song writers and the directors. It shows how rigid and organised the society that we are thriving in is. We are working on a set of formulae that have shown their success. I happen to be very comfortable in a systematic world and very resistant to changes. Yet, I also love to be imaginative and fantasise often. I always love surprises albeit pleasant surprises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112523887066001704?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112523887066001704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112523887066001704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112523887066001704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112523887066001704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-just-watched-homerun-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112452825725137664</id><published>2005-08-20T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T01:57:37.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels so bad to have a flu and a sorethroat. Especially when the doctor gives me medicine that makes my drowsy. Imagine I have to eat the medicine twice a day that means i am sleeping almost the whole day except for the times when I have to settle my meals. I hope to get well soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112452825725137664?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112452825725137664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112452825725137664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112452825725137664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112452825725137664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-feels-so-bad-to-have-flu-and.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112435340684444169</id><published>2005-08-18T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T01:23:26.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man should not be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;Man should not hope to achieve all that he wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112435340684444169?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112435340684444169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112435340684444169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112435340684444169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112435340684444169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/08/man-should-not-be-greedy.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112323171149755924</id><published>2005-08-05T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T01:48:31.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am beginning to lose my grip. I am becoming unsure of myself and my abilities. I need to make it. I can. But I failed.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why some persons love to treat the people they once know like strangers. Is it that difficult to give a smile or wave the hand with enthusiasm? Is it so difficult to strike a conversation? You are too selfish and too concern about the duties and responsiblities that you have to fulfil. You just make me sick at times.&lt;br /&gt;I suck. I think I'm not those who can make good friends or succeed in things I love. I have been trying. But I don't get the push when I'm in the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112323171149755924?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112323171149755924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112323171149755924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112323171149755924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112323171149755924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-beginning-to-lose-my-grip.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112315455836324074</id><published>2005-08-04T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T04:22:38.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could not grapple with my feelings well these few days. And then I went jogging yesterday night. It was the best time I had this few weeks. I am serious. I enjoy the solitarity walk away from the crowd and the people I know. I have been feeling drained while talking to people and listening to others these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so relieved after the jog that I went to sleep right after my favourite tv show. It was the best sleep I had. Non stop sleeping till 5 the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vann. I still cannot find the confidence despite you providing me the ingredients for confidence. Without confidence, one can hardly achieve anything even though he may excel in it. But. But. I always have had this low esteem and it is eating into me. It will be a long haul before I get to overcome this weakness in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112315455836324074?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112315455836324074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112315455836324074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112315455836324074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112315455836324074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-could-not-grapple-with-my-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112290312347988013</id><published>2005-08-01T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T06:32:03.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being in school&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Especially a school filled with competition&lt;br /&gt;and lots of rules and regulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all blind followers&lt;br /&gt;and great muggers&lt;br /&gt;But life is not as boring as it is&lt;br /&gt;The choice is yours&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to live or choose to die&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a lie&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop us from being out of our mind&lt;br /&gt;As we are living in a world of democracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will like to know you well&lt;br /&gt;But you have made the pain in me swell&lt;br /&gt;Why are you being so selfish&lt;br /&gt;Excluding me in your group when inclusion is what I wish&lt;br /&gt;I could only stay and see&lt;br /&gt;And hope I will be in your clique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am asking for nothing much&lt;br /&gt;Ignore my grudge&lt;br /&gt;I will alleviate myself from all these sufferings&lt;br /&gt;By jumping off a building&lt;br /&gt;Ain't this a beautiful and effortless ending?&lt;br /&gt;Sign Goh Aik Joon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112290312347988013?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112290312347988013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112290312347988013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112290312347988013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112290312347988013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/08/being-in-school-makes-me-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112290118064822434</id><published>2005-08-01T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T05:59:40.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's packet rice again. It's packer rice again. It's packet rice again. It's packet rice AGAIN. IT'S PACKET RICE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Wa lao eh, have been eating packet rice since I was in primary three. Oh man, freaking shit. I am getting more disgusted by the taste of rice in this foamy box. Yikes, the look of it and the taste of the food just make me pulk. What can I do? I have expressed my displeasure multiple times but it has all been gladly staved off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bitch. My niece is crying again and throwing her princess' tantrum which is deeply abhored by me. Thank you for being such a nuisance and pulling back to reality while I am exploring a world of facts. All thanks to you that I find that the home is not exactly a place to be in. Home sweet home? No more, I feel. Congratulations to all those who have found a home that you can study peacefully except for intermittent naggings from the always overly concerned parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112290118064822434?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112290118064822434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112290118064822434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112290118064822434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112290118064822434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-packet-rice-again.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112278027356894121</id><published>2005-07-30T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T20:24:33.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just bought James Blunt's album yesterday and I could only say that it was splendid. I stayed up the whole night listening to all the songs and understanding the images of each of the songs. His songs are melancholic and it is most suitable for a listening in the wee hours when all the lights are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read through the UK magazine, I chance upon the articles on the sports ccas in th UK. They boast a variety of sports including snowsports. However much I would like to be involved in these types of cca, I realise that I will not gain any footing in the area because I simply suCK in sports skills. So if I really get to study overseas, what cca will I choose? I do not want to lead a lonely life abroad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112278027356894121?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112278027356894121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112278027356894121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112278027356894121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112278027356894121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-just-bought-james-blunts-album.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112133851183371231</id><published>2005-07-14T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T03:55:11.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>July 14 2005. I feel as though I have not joined any cca at all for the past two years. As if I had never sloughed during the past year. Do I still know who are Junjie and Wanyi? Do I still care about my juniors? Boonie, Cher, Esther, Vann and Yeowch, do I know you all? Da rest in the cca can we still recall that we ever worked together? Ha, this is just so hilarious. So real too. I miss the times when we catch midnight movies together! The times when we stayed up late in the night at Irish Pub, in school, bleah. I can't carry on cause I predict my eyes will tear if I carry on. Hee, that was the happiest days but they were also my most frustrating and tiring period. Please, even if we don't get to contact one another often. If there is a time when we can go out, please stop finding a reason not to go. No matter how busy you are, why can't you just fucking change your plan and GO OUT! It never feels good to be rejected. Rejection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find that the everybody around you is getting distant from you, loneliness overwhelms you! You feel rejected. You feel lonely. You feel nobody wants to be friends with you. You feel like screaming out. You feel like slapping the person who has snatched your friends away. You feel that you are undergoing depression. You feel you can escape from reality and immersed in a world of imagination. But have you every tried to integrate or let persons who care but you never expect them to be your good friends to be with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112133851183371231?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112133851183371231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112133851183371231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112133851183371231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112133851183371231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/07/july-14-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112120787103113229</id><published>2005-07-12T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T15:37:51.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BuZzzz BuzzZzzZ BuzZz!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey bitchy mosquito! Stop harassing me! Scram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not stand it when a mosqutio tried to bite my ear! My mum is da pro. She took revenge for me. She killed the mosquito and all the blood was on the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to watch Superstar at Mediacorp on Monday night. It was a terrible experience. Everybody was squeezing from the moment we were queuing at the reception. It was a non-stop shoVE-and-PUSH all the way to the studio. Well, they do have lots of fans eh. At the studio, it was worst. Everybody was trying his best to burst the eardrums of the people around him. And they took pride in that. I would still prefer to watch the show at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain is an ultra important part of the body. It allows for greater sensation during masturbation and sex, make you feel so confident that whoever's comments will not affect you, place you in such a vulnerable position that something demeaning will ruin your confidence, determines your character and your behaviour with good friends and strangers. Is the brain controlling my body or I am instructing the brain. But how do I instruct the brain? Do I have yet another brain? Brain? Brain! Brain?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112120787103113229?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112120787103113229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112120787103113229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112120787103113229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112120787103113229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/07/buzzzz-buzzzzzz-buzzz-hey-bitchy.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112088737055780694</id><published>2005-07-08T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:36:10.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am again. I feel totally boredededed today. It's my first school-reopens-weekend that I have absolute no plans. I cannot adapt to this well and I have been looking for something to do from the time I woke up at 7 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending excessively and I shall not waste my money unnecessarily from today onwards. I shall 'open' a room at most once a month. I shall not waste my money on tidbits which are just salt-coated food and it just harms my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt pissed the previous few seconds because I do not know what to do. I need to keep myself busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112088737055780694?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112088737055780694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112088737055780694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112088737055780694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112088737055780694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-i-am-again.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-112088678140701097</id><published>2005-07-08T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:26:21.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every morning feeling tightness around my chest. Breathing is also becoming difficult during that time. I hope this happens because I do not have a proper sleeping position and not because of any disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life indeed is very short. Celebration marked the day of the Londoners when the results of the bid was released. However, terror took over the joy and celebratory mood of the people immediately the next day. London has been attacked killing hundreds. I feel Singapore is never in a better position and is even more vulnearable than central London. I feel Singaporeans are indifferent and a sudden attack on the train stations will render everybody shock and awed. This week, a sixteen year old boy jumped to his death after his breakup. If only he has given himself a bit more time to reflect he will be able to continue with his life. Carry on with our lives. This is extremely important and no matter what happens we must not falter. We should stand tall and face all problems. Do not be overtly stressed or pressurised. Face up to the pressure. Fall and move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-112088678140701097?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/112088678140701097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=112088678140701097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112088678140701097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/112088678140701097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/07/18.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111960462310102873</id><published>2005-06-24T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T02:17:03.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studying for block test is like learning how to sing a song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One needs to practise to master the skill. Listening to a song upteem times will help you remember the notes but learning to sing the song will help you sing the song well. It's like studying for physics for eg, remembering the notes is inescapable. However, one needs to practise the questions because ultimately we must learn to apply to score a decent grade. This explains why I am so pissed why how I have studied for block test. Despite reading the notes, I still fail to answer the questions correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucks man. I don't like the class I am studying in now. I want my friends. I miss  you people. I will remember you till my death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111960462310102873?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111960462310102873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111960462310102873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111960462310102873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111960462310102873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/studying-for-block-test-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111957811566829052</id><published>2005-06-23T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T18:55:15.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's raining. Finally, it has started to rain. The weather for the past few days were unkind. However, the plight of the Indians was worse. Some cities have temperatures soared above 50 degrees. Furthermore, the lack of a comprehensive infrastructure and water system has killed 200 during the heat wave. At Chile, some drivers were killed when they were caught in a sudden snowstorm. At China, floods have washed away tens of citizens. In Singapore? We had diplomatic leaders from the Middle East to discuss about political issues and the summit ended with a dance session and a Middle Eastern dinner. People were oggling over the contestants in Project Superstar. Students from several schools are making their final preparation in order to score exemplemary results during their assessment when school reopens.This is the world that we live in. Birth is the prelude to death. Death is glorious. Death ends all sorrows and elevate you to the heaven where you find peace and happiness. You will be entitled to a pair of wings. You will be a lovely angel. Free from all contradicitons, confusions and worries. You are who you are. Kill me! Shoot me! BANG*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111957811566829052?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111957811566829052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111957811566829052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111957811566829052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111957811566829052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111951079003308232</id><published>2005-06-23T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T00:13:10.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mama, papa, I am going to cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa lao, I just did the Physics MCQs and I only gotten 12 qns correct. Oh my mama, my Physics Block Test bye bye le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whistle* Yesterday's Superstar was fantastic man! They sang superbly well esp the person who sang forever love! Wa, zan! The guy who sang JJ's songs also rox. Hee, sure watch how the girls perform tonight. I feel they will do as good. Hm, Singapore not that lacking of singers. No wonder, K Boc is reaping in big money and expanding like siao. I must open a KTV next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) Going KTV rox!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111951079003308232?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111951079003308232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111951079003308232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111951079003308232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111951079003308232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/mama-papa-i-am-going-to-cry-wa-lao-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111936647366464654</id><published>2005-06-21T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T08:07:53.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate the period before block test. Mugging is not one of the reasons why I dislike this critical time. Instead, I feel that I am more detached from my friends. I cannot live one week without msging or talking or going out with at least one friend. However, everybody is so busy gearing up during the last minute to ensure flying colours in their tests that I will not dare to ask people out. While, I cannot cannot go out at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstar tomorrow! ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111936647366464654?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111936647366464654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111936647366464654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111936647366464654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111936647366464654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-period-before-block-test.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111932337174277850</id><published>2005-06-20T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T20:09:31.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Downloading speed 2.4Kbps&lt;br /&gt; ...... ... .. . .   .      .           .&lt;br /&gt; s  l     o          w  &amp; IRRITABLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Huang Yida's disc yesterday and was listening to it for the whole night. Once again, I admired the talent of these young Singaporeans. If I am not wrong, he was a Presbyterian student. And I heard that Shi Kang Jun is coming back to Singapore next month for his xuanchuan. He has an upcoming school concert. Guess it will be at Temasek Poly which is his alma mata. Haiz, can I have a tic please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111932337174277850?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111932337174277850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111932337174277850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111932337174277850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111932337174277850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/downloading-speed-2.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111914863352646790</id><published>2005-06-18T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T19:37:13.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling quite scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same feeling I had before I entered secondary schooling and college schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot resist the thought that is overwhelming me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111914863352646790?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111914863352646790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111914863352646790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111914863352646790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111914863352646790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-worried.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111910129888543873</id><published>2005-06-18T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T06:28:18.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGAPORE ROX</title><content type='html'>Counting down..... 1 more week to end of hols. Well, I really enjoyed tried my best to play this hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 movies!&lt;br /&gt;Hitchhikers&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numerous Kbox Trips inc a midnight trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numerous attempts to exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinity sleeping hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary School GATHERINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average number of topics per day - 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that some schools are adept at producing superstars.&lt;br /&gt;SAJC with Sun Yanzi and JJ&lt;br /&gt;Temasek Poly with Taufik, Shi Kang Jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading through the profile of Shi Kang Jun and found out that he began his craziness over KTV from 15. He worked to earn money for his K trips until the boss of the KTV decided to let him sing for free. 10 years later, he was spotted and he released an album! Rocks man his album! Plus the lyrics that he wrote, very reflective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I will spend my night listening to the album!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111910129888543873?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111910129888543873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111910129888543873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111910129888543873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111910129888543873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/singapore-rox.html' title='SINGAPORE ROX'/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111893166066597569</id><published>2005-06-16T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T07:21:00.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Stretch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn. Time check. 10.20 pm. And I have been awake for only 6 hours. Sleep. SLEEP. SLEEP! I have failed to resist my sleepiness. Wa lao eh, my mother sleeps, I also sleep. My father sleeps, I also follow him sleep. So one whole day, I will just sleep sleep and tada! Cannot! I must not fall asleep now! Go aik Joon, there are so much things out there for you to enjoy. Leave the house. Enjoy the sun! Soak in the sunlight. Let Vitamin D be formed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111893166066597569?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111893166066597569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111893166066597569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111893166066597569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111893166066597569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/stretch-yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111881100067187869</id><published>2005-06-14T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T21:50:00.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am cooped up in this small house with stacks of notes all around me. When can we breakaway, breakaway from this wonderful world? So much freedom is granted. We do not have to worry much. We just need to follow the instruction manual. Follow the manual. This will ensure the smooth operation of the robot, take note it’s ROBOT. Warranty lasts for a lifetime. Do you not believe? Employability camps, skills retraining. These evidences are enough. Aren’t we all similar individuals? Yes, you are! Didn’t you read before the script ‘The Coffin is too big for the Hole’?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is cold. They lost the ability to feel for others, to love mankind. What we see on the news everyday are images of natural disaster and human exterminating his species. Doom. Liquidation of earth will occur one day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111881100067187869?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111881100067187869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111881100067187869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111881100067187869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111881100067187869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-cooped-up-in-this-small-house.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111871742956894102</id><published>2005-06-13T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T19:53:10.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KELLY CLARKSON! MARIAH CAREY! U ALL ROCK! I LOVE U ALWAYS!! *SCREAM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days of Singapore Idol, the next most awaited TV programme will be Superstar. Especially the show is targeted at the Chinese audience who occupy a much bigger pie of the tv programme viewership. I guess this show will bring lots of tears and fun. Personlly, I will be supporting Sebastian! Go Sebastian! He may be my next idol. A person who brings me happiness through their singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are holidays without fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I do live up to this. Yesterday, I splurged $12 or arcade games alone. I truly cannot believe that I (with genie and zejia) spent 3 to 4 hours there by looking at the screen and hitting the relevant buttons. I also managed to transfer some songs from Genie's com. Kelly's Breakaway album is blasting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I think having fun is like having an orgasm during pre-marital sex. It is often difficult to control and it will end up to a point of no return. By the time you regret, it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111871742956894102?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111871742956894102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111871742956894102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111871742956894102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111871742956894102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/kelly-clarkson-mariah-carey-u-all-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111854124395525988</id><published>2005-06-11T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T18:54:03.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A long and tiring Saturday. Fortunately, I managed to pull through but dropped dead the moment I lay on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Service Learning course which lasted well from nine to five. But the course dragged all the way till 5.45. Yawn! However, it wasn't a total waste of time because I discovered more about myself during the personality test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I went to watch the concert organised by 93.3. I truly admired Singaporean artistes like Tanya, Jj and Joi chua. They bring glory to the country and slaps those critical Singaporeans that this small city state is not that dull and boring. In the Straits Times, an article revealed that near 200 groups singned up for the School of Rock Contest and this truly reflects that teenagers are more talented. Life in Signapore is not entirely about studies. Iti's your choice. At the age of 18, I think .............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111854124395525988?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111854124395525988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111854124395525988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111854124395525988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111854124395525988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/long-and-tiring-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111824157134445188</id><published>2005-06-08T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T07:39:31.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched Mr and Mrs Smith. Wa, Jolie is sizzling hot. Brad Pitt doesn't look as beautiful as before with Jolie acting alongside him. My eyes are fixed on her lO. You go girl! Kate Beckinsale mesmerised me when I watched Pearl Harbour. Now, I have Jolie! Not fogetting my Mariah Carey but she seems to be erm.. a bit out of shape. I was quite astounded when I saw her picture on Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, Mr and Mrs Smith is a dark comedy and is often made up of comparisons. John smith who is soft compared to Jane Smith who is more firm on her task. A classic song as a backdrop of a cliche car race. ..... I would just like to say it's a show worth watching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111824157134445188?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111824157134445188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111824157134445188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111824157134445188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111824157134445188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-just-watched-mr-and-mrs-smith.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111815200933440537</id><published>2005-06-07T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T06:46:49.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am quite disguested now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched a heart bypass operation just now and discovered a truth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111815200933440537?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111815200933440537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111815200933440537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111815200933440537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111815200933440537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-quite-disguested-now.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111814749012342127</id><published>2005-06-07T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T05:31:30.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Six more months and I will undergo a huge change in life. I will be graduating then and preparing to go to army. Feel a bit scared because I have to enter the PTP and that means one more month of NS for me. Also, I will have to serve two more months of NS because I failed my NAPFA. Haiz. Went for medical check up and found that I was one of the smallest person around.... only 167 cm. I read the recruit's guide book and they keep reiterating that it will be more stressful there and we need to accept the authoritarian way of working. Alright, think so much also no use, I always hope for the most ideal situation but it does not happen most of the time. Yuip so just go in and try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111814749012342127?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111814749012342127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111814749012342127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111814749012342127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111814749012342127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/six-more-months-and-i-will-undergo.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111796508229333525</id><published>2005-06-05T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T02:51:22.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so pitiful&lt;br /&gt;Came into this world&lt;br /&gt;But without his hands&lt;br /&gt;Cried&lt;br /&gt;Kept his feelings all to himself&lt;br /&gt;Appeared cheerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some fucking idiots are crying&lt;br /&gt;Crying over the end of a relationship&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Wake up&lt;br /&gt;There’s more to life&lt;br /&gt;Love isn’t everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me help me!&lt;br /&gt;Why am I chained?&lt;br /&gt;Free me from these restrictions&lt;br /&gt;Save me and I will repay you&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t any of us choose?&lt;br /&gt;Choose where we want to go&lt;br /&gt;Before we even come to this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some damn bastards are mourning&lt;br /&gt;Mourning that they scored a fucking bad result&lt;br /&gt;D E F O D E F O D E F O&lt;br /&gt;Scram to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forced me to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peaceful stream that leads to a waterfall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is inevitable&lt;br /&gt;Death will come&lt;br /&gt;Death marks the end of the journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me help me!&lt;br /&gt;Why am I chained?&lt;br /&gt;Free me from these restrictions&lt;br /&gt;Save me and I will repay you&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t any of us choose?&lt;br /&gt;Choose where we want to go&lt;br /&gt;Before we even come to this world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111796508229333525?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111796508229333525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111796508229333525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111796508229333525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111796508229333525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/help-he-was-so-pitiful-came-into-this.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111789795551157936</id><published>2005-06-04T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T08:12:35.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what follows death? a new life or a long long sleep that you will never wake up from? Do you believe in heaven and hell? Are you afraid of death for you fear losing the things you have now? Happiness. Saddness. Memories. Friends. Close ones. You are afraid. This is what made death so fearful. You are robbed of the things that once belong to you. You will just enter a deep sleep and lose the ability to know what is happening around you. Love brings fear if you do not know how to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jealousy is a shadow of greed.'- Star Wars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111789795551157936?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111789795551157936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111789795551157936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111789795551157936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111789795551157936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-follows-death-new-life-or-long.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111749770511316430</id><published>2005-05-30T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:01:45.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched a movie that is so hyped up but after you watch it you feel that isn't that fantastic either? Common. common. I do not want to get myself scolded or hurled at for this entry so I would use an asterix to replace the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel * is just a pack of lies and crap. People who strongly commented that * is the best place I can ever find and it brings us fantastic memories that are etched in the heart forever. Crap. All full of lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a place for me to gain sympathy and let people console me. I just need this place to display my feelings and let my friends understand how I am feeling. Why I am feeling the way I am! Truthfully, my family has molded me into a person who thinks seriously and look at things pessimistically even though they are developing the bright side. Having intermmitent quarrels are a torture to me. They make me angry and happy and angry and happy and angry and happy and angry and happy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* brings nothing. * is still surviving and are imprisoning more and more people in the coming years. It isn't as great as everybody thinks. Or that is how I am feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111749770511316430?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111749770511316430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111749770511316430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111749770511316430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111749770511316430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/05/have-you-ever-watched-movie-that-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111727424702207655</id><published>2005-05-28T02:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T02:57:27.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am on the verge of breaking down and i recently did. I shivered and teared uncontrollably a few weeks ago and screamed at my brother and mother. Last week, I fought with my brother and I thought of using the knife to pierce it right through my borther's body and pushed my moher when she teried to stop the both of us. My mum is thinking of bringing me to the psychiatrist. I cannot take it anymore. I have terrible moodswings and am irked by the slightest inconvenience of anything. I cannot talk to people anymore. I cannot maintain my state of mind and mood swings here to there, everywhre. Making others pissed, making me tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuCh sucks. It yields nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111727424702207655?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111727424702207655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111727424702207655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111727424702207655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111727424702207655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-on-verge-of-breaking-down-and-i_28.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111727421042694870</id><published>2005-05-28T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T02:56:50.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am on the verge of breaking down and i recently did. I shivered and teared uncontrollably a few weeks ago and screamed at my brother and mother. Last week, I fought with my brother and I thought of using the knife to pierce it right through my borther's body and pushed my moher when she teried to stop the both of us. My mum is thinking of bringing me to the psychiatrist. I cannot take it anymore. I have terrible moodswings and am irked by the slightest inconvenience of anything. I cannot talk to people anymore. I cannot maintain my state of mind and mood swings here to there, everywhre. Making others pissed, making me tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuCh sucks. It yields nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111727421042694870?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111727421042694870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111727421042694870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111727421042694870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111727421042694870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-on-verge-of-breaking-down-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111548220609951093</id><published>2005-05-07T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T09:10:06.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO I AM</title><content type='html'>Free report for: Goh Aik Joon&lt;br /&gt;Idealists, as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self -- always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination. And they want to help others make the journey. Idealists are naturally drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling, in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the ministry, they are gifted at helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potentials.&lt;br /&gt;Idealists are sure that friendly cooperation is the best way for people to achieve their goals. Conflict and confrontation upset them because they seem to put up angry barriers between people. Idealists dream of creating harmonious, even caring personal relations, and they have a unique talent for helping people get along with each other and work together for the good of all. Such interpersonal harmony might be a romantic ideal, but then Idealists are incurable romantics who prefer to focus on what might be, rather than what is. The real, practical world is only a starting place for Idealists; they believe that life is filled with possibilities waiting to be realized, rich with meanings calling out to be understood. This idea of a mystical or spiritual dimension to life, the "not visible" or the "not yet" that can only be known through intuition or by a leap of faith, is far more important to Idealists than the world of material things.&lt;br /&gt;Highly ethical in their actions, Idealists hold themselves to a strict standard of personal integrity. They must be true to themselves and to others, and they can be quite hard on themselves when they are dishonest, or when they are false or insincere. More often, however, Idealists are the very soul of kindness. Particularly in their personal relationships, Idealists are without question filled with love and good will. They believe in giving of themselves to help others; they cherish a few warm, sensitive friendships; they strive for a special rapport with their children; and in marriage they wish to find a "soulmate," someone with whom they can bond emotionally and spiritually, sharing their deepest feelings and their complex inner worlds.&lt;br /&gt;Idealists are rare, making up between 20 and 25 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111548220609951093?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111548220609951093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111548220609951093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111548220609951093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111548220609951093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/05/who-i-am.html' title='WHO I AM'/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111357938959084345</id><published>2005-04-15T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T08:36:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yeah. I gotten a B for project work. I should say I reap what I sow, shouldn't I? I wanted to run today, cause running can make me feel hapPY, but nobody wanted to run with me. Companion, it's quite difficult to find people to run with me. It's not easy to find friends whom you can trust totally and have similar interests. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Had an outing in the evening. It was the first outing that I had for this year with my primary school friends. It was the first time we met up and I had a stomachache. What shit was that? Then we went to the building beside the Irish Pub and chat. Wa, it was so coincidental, we saw our primary school teacher there also. So qiao when it was a primary school outing. Yup, so we chatted and chatted until........................&lt;br /&gt;two guys edged towards us. One Japanese-England mixed blood and one from Scotland. They actually wanted to talk to Jia Hui but Jia Hui was like .....erm...... so I carried on talking to them since they were looking at me. One is eighteen and is going to play in the Rugby's Seven and the other nineteen who had played for Geylang FC junior club before. They went back to their native countries to pursue their college studies. Wa, the lives that they lead are so different. They had fun and fun and school only starts at 9 and ends at 3. Wa, then they do loads of stuff. They kept asking me things like games which I don't play often, obviously. Then about entertainment, ranging from 50 cents, Avril, Oasis. Wa lao, it's like attending a General Knowledge quiz. I know little about everything. Wa lao! We are so myopic, we only know so little stuff. The Scotland guy encourage Singaporeans to go overseas for studies. Wa, I think I will have a culture shock. It's difficult to clique with them coz they actually attach a FUCK DICK la la la to most lines they say. Hm! I am like a caged bird. Trap in Singapore and content with the environment here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now I look at myself, I look at my mum. I look at my brother. We are like so innocent. Know nothing much about the world. Irritated of nags lalala.Know so little. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111357938959084345?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111357938959084345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111357938959084345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111357938959084345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111357938959084345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/04/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111271253191834270</id><published>2005-04-05T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T07:48:51.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am sleeping soon</title><content type='html'>Alright, happy birthday to liling, kiaying and lynnette. They had their birthdays already so I would like to wish them belated happy birthday here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you I dunno how I feel about ___. I do not know whether I know ___ well enough and whether I treat ___ as a friend or what. But I think I will choose not to think too much and let everything be the way it is. :O Life will be normal. And we will all be happy. See you all in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111271253191834270?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111271253191834270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111271253191834270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111271253191834270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111271253191834270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-sleeping-soon.html' title='i am sleeping soon'/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111249965229716766</id><published>2005-04-02T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T19:40:52.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LISTENING TO BLACK EYED PEAS NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Eminem disc a few months ago then all the tracks are sex or violence related. But the tracks are nice. Crazy in Love, Like Toy Soldiers, Mockingbird. Expressed himself lyrically. It’s good to express one’s feelings through other forms of medium. Not necessarily words. Budden, not musically inclined a lot of things not inclined. So blogging will be my only method,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah got back my results, A O O. GP failed. So, now I will have dates with my GP teacher after school with some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, actually block tests are quite fun coz we can pla like siao after the tests. Like going to SAKAE buffet and watching Hostage after that. So, I pronounced myself BANKRUPT. I can only spend my money on eating now coz my mother will give me money to eat. Hostage was a good thriller. Showing a knife being pierced right through the mouth and out of the cheeks. Showing gun shots that went right through the brains and hearts. Violent show. Long time never watch this type of show already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday wonder what I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday after school, wasted a lot of time deciding where we were going. Then in the end, decided to do hw but nv got to and just talked and talked and ate. So my Friday was spent this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111249965229716766?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111249965229716766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111249965229716766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111249965229716766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111249965229716766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/04/listening-to-black-eyed-peas-now.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111210972377844692</id><published>2005-03-29T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T07:22:03.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, so what if you have 58 persons online and the number just keep fluctuating and hell knows who are those online and who are not. What's the point of having so many contacts when there so few people that you can really talk to. And people out there, please do not try to console me because I do not want your sympathy, a person who puts an entry in hope that everybody will go to him and say DO NOT BE SAD, CHEER UP K! This is just a random feeling and it will just come and go hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Huang Cheng because you make me so drifted away from the rest of my friends and when I am free they are busy like freaks. When I am working like hell, they are waiting for me to ask them to go for an outing. Stupid Huang Cheng. I feel so empty now and I am planning what to do everyday. And please do not post me any messages to say CHEER UP kid. I do not want them. Leave me alone. I will not display this feeling when I see you in school tomorrow. I probably will forget about what I have just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a boy with is 1.68m tall who weighs 53 kg and look like a boy who is so skinny and small sized. Shit the world and make the world a better PLACE! LET THE DUNGS FALL ON ALL OF US and drown ourselves in an ocean of urine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111210972377844692?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111210972377844692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111210972377844692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111210972377844692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111210972377844692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/yeah-so-what-if-you-have-58-persons.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111201173713703265</id><published>2005-03-28T03:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T04:08:57.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>block test ending in a day's time</title><content type='html'>Okie, I am pissed now! A person added me and thought I was her friend whom I was not. And the words she used are bums and bumhole. Alright, I am PISSED. Hope I will forget about this incident quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just came back. I went to Safra Mount Faber and played Mahjong. Then the person realised that we should not be allowed inside because we were donning our school uniform and the card that I was using wasn't mine. But haiz, heck care la.&lt;br /&gt;We ate and ate throughout our 8 hours outing. Ate nasi lemak, honeydew milk at Adam's Road then went to Bukit Merah to eat Nate de coco beancurd and a Zinger meal. Oh man, my stomach cannot take it anymore. I need to grow up my dad says because he thinks I look like a hei gu. Alright, shall eat and eat and grow and let you see the effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite lost now. I am planning what I am going to do tomorrow. But I hope somebody will just pull me to anywhere. Nope, I want to be alone. But I want to be with my friends. This mixed feelings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just feeling quite *************. I do not know what I want. Life is filled with confusions and ambiguity. A sleep will be the best. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111201173713703265?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111201173713703265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111201173713703265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111201173713703265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111201173713703265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/block-test-ending-in-days-time_28.html' title='block test ending in a day&apos;s time'/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111201168795653192</id><published>2005-03-28T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T04:08:07.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>block test ending in a day's time</title><content type='html'>Okie, I am pissed now! A person added me and thought I was her friend whom I was not. And the words she used are bums and bumhole. Alright, I am PISSED. Hope I will forget about this incident quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just came back. I went to Safra Mount Faber and played Mahjong. Then the person realised that we should not be allowed inside because we were donning our school uniform and the card that I was using wasn't mine. But haiz, heck care la.&lt;br /&gt;We ate and ate throughout our 8 hours outing. Ate nasi lemak, honeydew milk at Adam's Road then went to Bukit Merah to eat Nate de coco beancurd and a Zinger meal. Oh man, my stomach cannot take it anymore. I need to grow up my dad says because he thinks I look like a hei gu. Alright, shall eat and eat and grow and let you see the effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite lost now. I am planning what I am going to do tomorrow. But I hope somebody will just pull me to anywhere. Nope, I want to be alone. But I want to be with my friends. This mixed feelings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just feeling quite *************. I do not know what I want. Life is filled with confusions and ambiguity. A sleep will be the best. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111201168795653192?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111201168795653192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111201168795653192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111201168795653192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111201168795653192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/block-test-ending-in-days-time.html' title='block test ending in a day&apos;s time'/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111182280207559420</id><published>2005-03-25T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:40:02.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So ultra sianz yesterday and today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday, Mr Wong shook his head when he saw me in the morning near the class bench. Ai yo, early in the morning before physics paper. When he shakes his head, he means that YOU HAVE FAILED YOUR GP MISERABLY! I gotten at 18 out of 50 for my first compo and a 22/50 for my comprehension. And he said I did worse this time. So what did it mean? Haiz. This explained why I did not want to study my biology. No mood already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask you all out. But it's Block Test. You all will have no mood to go out. So i asked cher, vann and yeowch. Yeah. We are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio byebye. Mrs Foo, here I COME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111182280207559420?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111182280207559420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111182280207559420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111182280207559420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111182280207559420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-ultra-sianz-yesterday-and-today-on.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111174743663860233</id><published>2005-03-25T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T02:43:56.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BORING FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>I was quite pissed off yesterday when the CIP meeting dragged and dragged and everybody including me were digressing when the meeting could be short and precise. During our time in VT, we were trained to make decisions in a matter of seconds and during meetings it would be best that we shut our mouths if we were to talk about things not related to the work. I loved U. U made me learn so much and I hope I can carry on what I have learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, went out with Zhao yang, zejia and zhe han in the afternoon. No chance to get my orange band which I felt a bit guilty. I will definitely wear it the next time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday! A good friday. I feel ultra bored. Slept in the afternoon after wasting my time with my niece. Shit. Fuck. Damn! I could not adapt to a life when I have nothing to do. This whole week, I spent one hour studying everyday and the rest of the time is spent sleeping. But I do not want to sleep. I want to do something. But whaT? I cannot go out with my friends coz it's not the right time to be out. I want to do something. I want to do something. I want to do something. Kill my boredom. I want to do something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111174743663860233?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111174743663860233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111174743663860233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111174743663860233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111174743663860233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/boring-friday.html' title='A BORING FRIDAY'/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111156974799637890</id><published>2005-03-23T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T01:22:27.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I am listening to Tong Hua again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wednesday. Three days into the block test week. Went to the class bench after morning assembly and took out my SPA notes and fed myself with the info like some ultra kiasu people. But I felt different this morning. Looked at six seven class bench. So few people. Vann was not there. Her noise vanished into the thin air. Unlike the first term when I could hear her voice like as if she was just roaring right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through my Chem paper, I felt sleepy again, so I took a short sleep. Then I started to think how the others were doing right then. Whether the others were enjoying themselves. I did not mean to leave u there alone. Please do not ever think about death. No matter what happens, we must pull through together. U have helped me the previous time, if u need me to be accompanying you this time, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chem paper, I thought of asking everybody for lunch. JJ were already with his friends. Hey friend, I actually knew how you felt when some other people came and joined your lunch on Monday. At times, I also felt very gek. At first, I thought only a few good friends would be present but some others came in and chap. Sometimes, I would be the one who chap others. Yup, tell ur friends truthfully. I did that to my friend. I told my best friend that I did not prefer to have others to join us during our outing. Call it selfish ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things changed when everything ended. Me, XY, Soon Kiat, 3 individuals who went on the lead very different lives after our three months. Work brought us together, reality brought us apart. Ai yo, I hope it would not happen to u guys. Lack of understanding and patience, the friendships that have been established would be destroyed with just an easy blow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111156974799637890?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111156974799637890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111156974799637890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111156974799637890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111156974799637890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111148001213347770</id><published>2005-03-22T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T00:26:52.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am listening to TONG HUA now. Fairytales. Aren't we living in a world of fairytales before we are slapped hard by reality yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block tests. Hahaha. I am not going to complain about it. SPA, I will study later. So do not disturb. Before Maths, Me waiying, Jun Hong and Kailing, we were discussing what we would do if we blanked out halfway through the paper. Go to the toilet and hide, sleep, draw comics. . . lalala. Went to eat lunch with boonie, cher, yeowch, vann and vaneh at cafe wadever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went AMK and were intending to eat AJ ice but it was closed. Sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could free myself from empitiness, sadness and so on. I slept the whole day yesterday just to forget about all those feelings. But it came back to me when i came to school today. I failed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111148001213347770?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111148001213347770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111148001213347770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111148001213347770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111148001213347770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-listening-to-tong-hua-now.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111138551082754953</id><published>2005-03-20T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:11:50.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's quite cool today. Going to school calm and relax. Then see people mugging for Block Tests. Me will start today, but it's really cool to see others pasting the notes on the face and browsing through them like they will be slapped with an A grade at the end of the paper. It's also amazing to see how people are just like robots which are tuned to say that they are going to fail right after they step out of the hall!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and found my eyes red. I could not remember what I did to my eyes when I was sleeping. All I could remember was that I did something to my eyes. Either I could have scratched my eyes or I pulled my eyelids up and scratched my EYES. It's 2 pm now and my eyes are feeling better already. I just had General Paper. Thought of xie mu during the paper and felt sleepy halfway through the paper. JJ, Alvin felt the same too.  After the paper, I went home. My whole journey home, I was checking if I had any new SMS. I hoped somebody would ask me to stay back in school. Or had a decent lunch or dinner. But I thought nobody would do that because the mood now is not right.  Just had all the food that I received from you all last week. I just had vann's cuteness. I will eat my manliness later. Esther just gave me her messages. Yeah! The outings that we had on other side of the paper! Cherylene is not in school today. Hurt her toe, I heard. JJ. Wanyi.Vann Saw them today in school. Boonie and Esther did not have a chance. Just checked my handphone. Nothing again. =) Yup, life's back to normal. Peter Sau kept reminding us that we have to get back to reality asap! I want to go out soon! Anyday will do. Thursday after school. How's it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111138551082754953?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111138551082754953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111138551082754953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138551082754953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138551082754953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-quite-cool-today_111138551082754953.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111138546912194846</id><published>2005-03-20T22:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:11:09.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's quite cool today. Going to school calm and relax. Then see people mugging for Block Tests. Me will start today, but it's really cool to see others pasting the notes on the face and browsing through them like they will be slapped with an A grade at the end of the paper. It's also amazing to see how people are just like robots which are tuned to say that they are going to fail right after they step out of the hall!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and found my eyes red. I could not remember what I did to my eyes when I was sleeping. All I could remember was that I did something to my eyes. Either I could have scratched my eyes or I pulled my eyelids up and scratched my EYES. It's 2 pm now and my eyes are feeling better already. I just had General Paper. Thought of xie mu during the paper and felt sleepy halfway through the paper. JJ, Alvin felt the same too.  After the paper, I went home. My whole journey home, I was checking if I had any new SMS. I hoped somebody would ask me to stay back in school. Or had a decent lunch or dinner. But I thought nobody would do that because the mood now is not right.  Just had all the food that I received from you all last week. I just had vann's cuteness. I will eat my manliness later. Esther just gave me her messages. Yeah! The outings that we had on other side of the paper! Cherylene is not in school today. Hurt her toe, I heard. JJ. Wanyi.Vann Saw them today in school. Boonie and Esther did not have a chance. Just checked my handphone. Nothing again. =) Yup, life's back to normal. Peter Sau kept reminding us that we have to get back to reality asap! I want to go out soon! Anyday will do. Thursday after school. How's it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111138546912194846?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111138546912194846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111138546912194846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138546912194846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138546912194846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-quite-cool-today_20.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111138539915605555</id><published>2005-03-20T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:09:59.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's quite cool today. Going to school calm and relax. Then see people mugging for Block Tests. Me will start today, but it's really cool to see others pasting the notes on the face and browsing through them like they will be slapped with an A grade at the end of the paper. It's also amazing to see how people are just like robots which are tuned to say that they are going to fail right after they step out of the hall!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and found my eyes red. I could not remember what I did to my eyes when I was sleeping. All I could remember was that I did something to my eyes. Either I could have scratched my eyes or I pulled my eyelids up and scratched my EYES. It's 2 pm now and my eyes are feeling better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had General Paper. Thought of xie mu during the paper and felt sleepy halfway through the paper. JJ, Alvin felt the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, I went home. My whole journey home, I was checking if I had any new SMS. I hoped somebody would ask me to stay back in school. Or had a decent lunch or dinner. But I thought nobody would do that because the mood now is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had all the food that I received from you all last week. I just had vann's cuteness. I will eat my manliness later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther just gave me her messages. Yeah! The outings that we had on other side of the paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherylene is not in school today. Hurt her toe, I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ. Wanyi.Vann Saw them today in school. Boonie and Esther did not have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checked my handphone. Nothing again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, life's back to normal. Peter Sau kept reminding us that we have to get back to reality asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out soon! Anyday will do. Thursday after school. How's it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111138539915605555?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111138539915605555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111138539915605555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138539915605555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138539915605555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-quite-cool-today.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111138506389980968</id><published>2005-03-20T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:04:23.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up and found my eyes red. I could not remember what I did to my eyes when I was sleeping. All I could remember was that I did something to my eyes. Either I could have scratched my eyes or I pulled my eyelids up and scratched my EYES. It's 2 pm now and my eyes are feeling better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had General Paper. Thought of xie mu during the paper and felt sleepy halfway through the paper. JJ, Alvin felt the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, I went home. My whole journey home, I was checking if I had any new SMS. I hoped somebody would ask me to stay back in school. Or had a decent lunch or dinner. But I thought nobody would do that because the mood now is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had all the food that I received from you all last week. I just had vann's cuteness. I will eat my manliness later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther just gave me her messages. Yeah! The outings that we had on other side of the paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherylene is not in school today. Hurt her toe, I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ. Wanyi.Vann Saw them today in school. Boonie and Esther did not have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checked my handphone. Nothing again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, life's back to normal. Peter Sau kept reminding us that we have to get back to reality asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out soon! Anyday will do. Thursday after school. How's it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111138506389980968?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111138506389980968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111138506389980968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138506389980968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138506389980968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-woke-up-and-found-my-eyes-red_20.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111138498842928376</id><published>2005-03-20T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:03:08.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up and found my eyes red. I could not remember what I did to my eyes when I was sleeping. All I could remember was that I did something to my eyes. Either I could have scratched my eyes or I pulled my eyelids up and scratched my EYES. It's 2 pm now and my eyes are feeling better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had General Paper. Thought of xie mu during the paper and felt sleepy halfway through the paper. JJ, Alvin felt the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, I went home. My whole journey home, I was checking if I had any new SMS. I hoped somebody would ask me to stay back in school. Or had a decent lunch or dinner. But I thought nobody would do that because the mood now is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had all the food that I received from you all last week. I just had vann's cuteness. I will eat my manliness later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther just gave me her messages. Yeah! The outings that we had on other side of the paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherylene is not in school today. Hurt her toe, I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ. Wanyi.Vann Saw them today in school. Boonie and Esther did not have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checked my handphone. Nothing again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, life's back to normal. Peter Sau kept reminding us that we have to get back to reality asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out soon! Anyday will do. Thursday after school. How's it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111138498842928376?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111138498842928376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111138498842928376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138498842928376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138498842928376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-woke-up-and-found-my-eyes-red.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111138485783245826</id><published>2005-03-20T21:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:00:57.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOCK TEST</title><content type='html'>I woke up and found my eyes red. I could not remember what I did to my eyes when I was sleeping. All I could remember was that I did something to my eyes. Either I could have scratched my eyes or I pulled my eyelids up and scratched my EYES. It's 2 pm now and my eyes are feeling better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had General Paper. Thought of xie mu during the paper and felt sleepy halfway through the paper. JJ, Alvin felt the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, I went home. My whole journey home, I was checking if I had any new SMS. I hoped somebody would ask me to stay back in school. Or had a decent lunch or dinner. But I thought nobody would do that because the mood now is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had all the food that I received from you all last week. I just had vann's cuteness. I will eat my manliness later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther just gave me her messages. Yeah! The outings that we had on other side of the paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherylene is not in school today. Hurt her toe, I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ. Wanyi.Vann Saw them today in school. Boonie and Esther did not have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checked my handphone. Nothing again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, life's back to normal. Peter Sau kept reminding us that we have to get back to reality asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out soon! Anyday will do. Thursday after school. How's it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111138485783245826?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111138485783245826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111138485783245826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138485783245826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138485783245826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/block-test_111138485783245826.html' title='BLOCK TEST'/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111138474930416949</id><published>2005-03-20T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T21:59:09.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOCK TEST</title><content type='html'>I woke up and found my eyes red. I could not remember what I did to my eyes when I was sleeping. All I could remember was that I did something to my eyes. Either I could have scratched my eyes or I pulled my eyelids up and scratched my EYES. It's 2 pm now and my eyes are feeling better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had General Paper. Thought of xie mu during the paper and felt sleepy halfway through the paper. JJ, Alvin felt the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, I went home. My whole journey home, I was checking if I had any new SMS. I hoped somebody would ask me to stay back in school. Or had a decent lunch or dinner. But I thought nobody would do that because the mood now is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had all the food that I received from you all last week. I just had vann's cuteness. I will eat my manliness later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther just gave me her messages. Yeah! The outings that we had on other side of the paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherylene is not in school today. Hurt her toe, I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ. Wanyi.Vann Saw them today in school. Boonie and Esther did not have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checked my handphone. Nothing again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, life's back to normal. Peter Sau kept reminding us that we have to get back to reality asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out soon! Anyday will do. Thursday after school. How's it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111138474930416949?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111138474930416949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111138474930416949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138474930416949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138474930416949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/block-test_20.html' title='BLOCK TEST'/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111138465030637598</id><published>2005-03-20T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T21:57:30.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOCK TEST</title><content type='html'>I woke up and found my eyes red. I could not remember what I did to my eyes when I was sleeping. All I could remember was that I did something to my eyes. Either I could have scratched my eyes or I pulled my eyelids up and scratched my EYES. It's 2 pm now and my eyes are feeling better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had General Paper. Thought of xie mu during the paper and felt sleepy halfway through the paper. JJ, Alvin felt the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, I went home. My whole journey home, I was checking if I had any new SMS. I hoped somebody would ask me to stay back in school. Or had a decent lunch or dinner. But I thought nobody would do that because the mood now is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had all the food that I received from you all last week. I just had vann's cuteness. I will eat my manliness later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther just gave me her messages. Yeah! The outings that we had on other side of the paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherylene is not in school today. Hurt her toe, I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ. Wanyi.Vann Saw them today in school. Boonie and Esther did not have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checked my handphone. Nothing again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, life's back to normal. Peter Sau kept reminding us that we have to get back to reality asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out soon! Anyday will do. Thursday after school. How's it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111138465030637598?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111138465030637598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111138465030637598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138465030637598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111138465030637598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/block-test.html' title='BLOCK TEST'/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111076572741356213</id><published>2005-03-13T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T18:02:07.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more day to the entrance into Victoria Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I will bring to VT:&lt;br /&gt;Fruits like pear&lt;br /&gt;Snacks like Chips (for me, jj and wanyi)&lt;br /&gt;Drinks like Vitasoy&lt;br /&gt;Food like (packed char kway teow)&lt;br /&gt;Ju Diary&lt;br /&gt;And my organic Chemistry notes sorry people... for bringing up this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111076572741356213?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111076572741356213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111076572741356213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111076572741356213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111076572741356213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-more-day-to-entrance-into-victoria.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7185373.post-111070979986676948</id><published>2005-03-13T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T02:29:59.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I witnessed a friend who uses a penknife to cut his hands.&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed my brother who uses a pen knife to cut his hands.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's my turn. I feel like using a knife to cut my hands slowly, letting the pain kill my sorrow for each and every minute. Bring me out of reality because I cannot take it anymore. My emotions have been uncontrollable recently. I have not sought help from the time I realised that I could not handle my emotions well enough. Smile and quietness are a few ways to mask my feelings. Putting on a front to show that I can still take it because nobody will understand my needs, my urge to find a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shutting myself in a closed room, shouting screaming until a point when I cannnot carry on. Then, I will be haunted by silence until I break down and reality will no longer affect me. I know you are there but I would not want to tire you anymore. I like to be with you all but I hate to be with you all too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7185373-111070979986676948?l=aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/feeds/111070979986676948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7185373&amp;postID=111070979986676948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111070979986676948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7185373/posts/default/111070979986676948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aikjoon-phut.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-witnessed-friend-who-uses-penknife.html' title=''/><author><name>aik*joOn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600533153500610066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
