<?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-8625909639133715425</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:36:42.800-08:00</updated><category term='tjy'/><category term='thf'/><category term='tired mentally.'/><category term='relieved.'/><title type='text'>My past, the present and the future.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-4958303187483733902</id><published>2008-03-20T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T07:23:19.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bye bye &lt;a href="http://www.replaythefuture.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.replaythefuture.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello &lt;a href="http://www.replaythefuture.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.replaythefuture.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-4958303187483733902?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4958303187483733902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=4958303187483733902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/4958303187483733902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/4958303187483733902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2008/03/bye-bye-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8625909639133715425.post-4274831958693084230</id><published>2008-03-12T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:54:52.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First week of work is like offically over. Time really flies damn fast lah. From my tagboard, you can see that LIM WEIHWANG has already P.O.P. Gosh, which means my time is near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway! nothing much to update except that I went to the Singapore Flyer Ride on friday! Haha. Hmm, it was.... normal, I didnt think it will be worth it to pay $29.50 to go up there for a 30 min ride if you were to pay yourself. But it sure has breath taking scenery la! Haha, should be worth it for people who likes them. So if you share a capsule with lots of people ( around 20 plus per capsule), all you can do is just to take photos. And damn I took hell loads of photos, around 100 in 30 mins. HAHA! So yea, photos later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had buffet at Breeks! Was nice. Haha, and we went esplanade to chill after that. Started to feel lousy seeing some stuff there. Looking at all the high rise buildings, I just wonder what will really happen in the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some stuff happened today which I don't know how I should feel about it. Sigh, a world is a complicated place to live in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176866030093747586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R9fsOeWGRYI/AAAAAAAAADo/zi-YK4tIoFg/s320/DSCF0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My workplace! So you see, i am very very stressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176866034388714898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R9fsOuWGRZI/AAAAAAAAADw/VsyyH4WfRfo/s320/DSCF0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Singapore Flyer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176866038683682210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R9fsO-WGRaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vQsJzG6gvPs/s320/DSCF0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wonderful piece of architecture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176866051568584114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R9fsPuWGRbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vWcj9gOgEKE/s320/DSCF0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Capsule 7!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176866055863551426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R9fsP-WGRcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/aF-5QaLdyRE/s320/DSCF0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the highest point! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176867657886352850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R9fttOWGRdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/R0iB8ppDgWs/s320/DSCF0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;DPFM Batch 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176867670771254770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R9ftt-WGRfI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CBShCTacoz0/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Capsule 7 in Capsule!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176867662181320162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R9ftteWGReI/AAAAAAAAAEY/djdSdrxO2GM/s320/DSCF0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just Breathtaking....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;till next time~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-4274831958693084230?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4274831958693084230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=4274831958693084230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/4274831958693084230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/4274831958693084230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-week-of-work-is-like-offically.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R9fsOeWGRYI/AAAAAAAAADo/zi-YK4tIoFg/s72-c/DSCF0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-7525900676546765675</id><published>2008-03-04T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T03:30:58.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am here to update! Had to get the clock in my body to work right before I am back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my last sec1 camp as an NPCC instructor in MJR on saturday and sunday. Practically went high during the campfire, like seriously, since its my last campfire, why not? Distributed what I made for the juniors and did some de-brief with them. Finally, 3 years of CI-ship has ended. Like offically. Mixed emotions. Although I know that I am happy that I am leaving that place, some how or rather, it just bring back fond memories of whatever that has happen there for the past 8 years. All the things that I have tried to push, all the things that I got happy or upset about, it just flows back during debrief. Sigh. But life is like that isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天下没有不散之筵席。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ends it. don't want to get too teary there. So went home and slept till next morning for my first day of work. That was the first time in my life that I said my name for like dunno how many donkey times because of self introduction. -.- Anyway, work for these past few days are simply.... boring. We had practically nothing to do but just chit chat and chit chat! HA. Heard it will be a busy day tml, shall see how.It is a good environment generally. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING ONBOARD THE SINGAPORE FLYER THIS FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap! That is like so cool. cause the singapore flyer is my company's project, and the company books the whole flyer on friday, so I will finish work at 430 and go on board! yES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-7525900676546765675?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7525900676546765675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=7525900676546765675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7525900676546765675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7525900676546765675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-here-to-update-had-to-get-clock-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-7874062926255431400</id><published>2008-02-26T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T07:26:28.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as I do not want to feel guilty about it, deep in my little brain, it keeps sending messages out : " You are a sinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I asked myself whether it was a necessity to do that kinda thing to make people learn their mistakes. Was it really a necessity that in the end, people may just blame you for what you have done or caused? Is it worth it? Like seriously, on top of what I have done, did I think of the consequences that will affect other people? Sigh, why must it be a lousy ending to this long and weary road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dexmond, for causing you so much unwanted stress. If only you have the chance to chance upon this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-7874062926255431400?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7874062926255431400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=7874062926255431400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7874062926255431400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7874062926255431400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-much-as-i-do-not-want-to-feel-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-5453572848095688460</id><published>2008-02-24T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T06:19:29.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moody sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you feel you are left alone. with no one you can turn to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-5453572848095688460?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5453572848095688460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=5453572848095688460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5453572848095688460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5453572848095688460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2008/02/moody-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-723934482479018271</id><published>2008-02-24T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T08:42:11.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back. Cherriann Wong Che Yan and Cheu Kaiwen, please don't say me nv update ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 又走了一个。Yeap. Its gone. Apart from feeling sorry and worried for desmond, I don't really feel anything else. Seriously, I am getting sick of that place (like finally), sick of ppl still treating us like cadets, sick of so many things. I never thought that I would breathe a sigh of relief. All these came to a conclusion after a phone call today. Thank god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-723934482479018271?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/723934482479018271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=723934482479018271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/723934482479018271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/723934482479018271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-8270517869781908032</id><published>2008-02-14T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T05:28:21.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day to me.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to me.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to me ee.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to update this pathetic blog of mine, that I conclude has kinda gathered cobwebs. Anyway, Chinese New Year has passed. I don't know why I will have that thought but its like last new year with hair! as in longer hair. Shant go into the details about cny since its long over. The only thing that amuses me was the question has moved on already. From " where u study blabla" to " when bring girlfriend come" HAHA. This year 's economy seems to have dropped. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS Checkup! It was... interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day. Sigh, what should I say? It was a little special this year , compared to those years that I have to spend alone at home. Went to work in the morning for a Class 95 fm radio show. Was abt an event for a telematch where couples compete with each other only that one of the person in the couple actually quitted smoking to be able to join the competition. That's kinda nice. Sweet and touching. So work ended at 2! and poly mates and I went lunch. Couldnt decide the place la. And what freaking rule is that " Today is Valentine's day, so no student meal" Its not only one place! ITS EVERYWHERE!! Fuck.Settled at Sakae for ala carte. Zzz. So after that walked over to bugis for desert and went walking around. Walking around with 3 girls who only pays attention to their stuff and women talk doesnt make you feel very attentive, and when you get distracted, your eyes will wander around, and when your eyes wander around during this special day, ( supposely) a single man will feel.. you guys should know lah. Ha, came home earlier cause was feeling damn tired. 2008 valentine's day is over. What will 2009's be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought wen is suppose to date me out on Valentine's day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-8270517869781908032?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8270517869781908032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=8270517869781908032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8270517869781908032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8270517869781908032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-1425290204540069863</id><published>2008-01-30T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T05:58:33.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Dad's birthday, its offically over. O-V-E-R over o over! yeap, exams is over. 3 years of polytechnic education flew by just like that. Sadly, I don't know or do not want to know what is going to happen for my exams. It's not that I didnt study, its just lots of factors that.. like I cant finish estimating and costing. Like, I calculated wrong in Pm. Sigh, Just hope that I don't have to settle for another semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! Don't Think !!! Was doing spring cleaning today, helping my mum, being a fillial son. Spring cleaning always will let us have the chance to come across some stuff that we missed out, some memories that we have long forgetten, some memories that makes us smile when we remember them. For example, I forgotten that I called Cherriann Wong Che Yan 老妹 and she called me 老哥in the past! Ha. Move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is like flying so fast, one month of 2008 has passed already. Army is soon. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-1425290204540069863?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1425290204540069863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=1425290204540069863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/1425290204540069863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/1425290204540069863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-dad-other-than-dads.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-7156600698106812565</id><published>2008-01-09T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T06:45:37.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow, I still feel guilty, though I know that I didnt have the thought of forcing you to leave in the first place, never ever. But since you have decided to leave, all I can say is Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks may be a simple word. Simple word, but if with sincerity, it means with great grattiude. I do not know if you will be reading this , but still, though we may have conflicts in the past, bits of miscommunications here and there, your help was appreciated. I wanted to sms you after hearing about your email, but  I don't really want you to misunderstand, so if you chanced upon this, I am sorry if I cause any unhappiness and all the best. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CI once, forever it will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-7156600698106812565?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7156600698106812565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=7156600698106812565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7156600698106812565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7156600698106812565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2008/01/somehow-i-still-feel-guilty-though-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-3118463612443686663</id><published>2008-01-01T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:54:53.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back, after getting back from Cherri's place and sleeping for the entire day. As I sit infront of my laptop now, its kinda hard to believe that 2008 is here and 2007 is in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to cherri's place, I had fun, I really did, though i took a nap. Haha. Its beautiful that 2007 ended on such a nice note, and to welcome 2008 with all the people that you are so so comfortable with. Somehow or rather, I realised that although this bunch of people including me has our ups and downs, has our turns or quarreling and stuff, things will still work out in the end. Somehow or rather, when some nice events ended, we will always tell each other that,yea, there will be more to come. And.. it really happened. That's something that I will smile to myself everytime I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I show my mum the photos after each event, she will comment like :" wah, this girl so mature already" "wah, this person change already" and even " wah, this is weihwang? look like ah pek" HAHA. Yea, all of us grew up. From a bunch of strangers in 2001, claiming that why the hell am I in MJR, this lousy school, to a bunch, so bonded and.. nothing really can describe that feeling. Its so miraculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is here. New things to come, army for some of the guys will be the main highlight, so 2009 new year's eve, here will be more army stories. =) Girls are going to talk about their universities lives. So many interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am really thankful for everything that is happening or that has already happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150532297280108866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R3pd1e-OuUI/AAAAAAAAACg/CyY1a547VEY/s320/bdae+04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;2005-Kaiwen's birthday Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150532649467427154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R3peJ--OuVI/AAAAAAAAACo/rtAKPFjiXts/s320/36839111838589l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa's Dance Concert Supporters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150533113323895138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R3pek--OuWI/AAAAAAAAACw/D4EsdjZuqdM/s320/P1080024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-Kaiwen's Birthday Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150532026697169202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R3pdlu-OuTI/AAAAAAAAACY/s4erudrmwJw/s320/2d31122007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;2007-2008 New Year Eve's Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise Cherriann Wong Ziyan really been through lots with me! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008, bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-3118463612443686663?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3118463612443686663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=3118463612443686663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3118463612443686663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3118463612443686663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-back-after-getting-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R3pd1e-OuUI/AAAAAAAAACg/CyY1a547VEY/s72-c/bdae+04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-7002377166696552909</id><published>2007-12-31T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T02:20:33.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year Eve! I shall be contented with myself and say that at least I am having a countdown this year, ending 2007 with a nicer note, and welcoming 2008 ith the people that are somehow, still being stuck with me for a long time. HAHA! Looking back, I have been with this bunch of people , ranging from a time period of as long as 10 years, to a minimum of 7 years. How miraculous is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2007 is here, no use pondering whether I have completed or establish what I wanna achieved but still 2008! its here! the start of preparation of army!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyway, I am at Cherri's place now. So aint really in the mood to talk abt new year resolutions and stuff, so yea, i will come up with another oist abt that some other day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pray that 2008 will be a good one*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-7002377166696552909?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7002377166696552909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=7002377166696552909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7002377166696552909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7002377166696552909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year-eve-i-shall-be-contented.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-2906027725314409229</id><published>2007-12-28T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:54:53.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am back from steven's chalet and coming back from it, really inspires me to blog. Firstly, I dun care who is going to read this, or who is going to chance upon it, and iff it affects people emotionally, or mentally, so be it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seriously, I think Steven deserves a pat on the back or a round of applause or something worth mentioning when he organise something like this. Guys, for your info, this guy organise a chalet on his own accord, with his own money for the whole of two classes, but a pathetic few of us turned up. That causes disappointment, resentment, and leading to thoughts that does our class really deserve being treated like that? All he or rather some of us who were there, just hopes that since this semester is coming to an end, all of us should have a proper gathering before we part our ways. But are all classmates thinking the same way? What i personally feel is, to my classmates who were there for all three years, are things going to be so complicated? Even when things are coming to an end soon?All these 3 years, when are the times that we throughly enjoyed ourselves as a class? I think i can count just using one hand and i still have left overs to dig my ears, maybe I always plan gatherings, thus i really understand how Steven felt when he was saying he was kinda disappointed, but still, I wanna pray to whoever lah, Buddha, God, even dua pek gong, when will the ordeal of this class be over soon, and the class bonded as one? When will all the smiles, all the GENUINE laughter really come in? When.. will the nasty stuff... really ... end? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still! We had fun at steven's side, congrats to Sophia, Steven, Ken, Therene, for eating the forfeit Eclair with wasabi and mayo and chilli sauce. =D We still can have fun~ MANY THANKS to ALL FOR THE EVENING! and I will not forget Eileen's Cha Shao Mi. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still, i enjoyed myself today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shall blog about my christmas date next time. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148687604531509538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R3PQGO-OuSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BAVSe7-jXaE/s320/27122007036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I told you we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-2906027725314409229?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2906027725314409229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=2906027725314409229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/2906027725314409229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/2906027725314409229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-back-from-stevens-chalet-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/R3PQGO-OuSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BAVSe7-jXaE/s72-c/27122007036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-6512574334654882944</id><published>2007-12-24T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T06:04:06.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally blogger allow me to create this post. Been waiting for the site to load for the past 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for the lack of updates. Realise it has been a whole long 20 days since I last updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, wanted to blog about the CIBTC  P.O.P that I went last saturday and about christmas that is going to be here in a few hours.  But the feeling to blog is all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, feeling feeling please come back. CIBTC P.o.p, couldnt imagine, 3 batches of CIs have graduated from the much anticipated, suppose to be mind torturing, physically challenged course, it was like a few months before only that I have attended sengyong's p.o.p, but now a new batch has emerged. Time really files, the squadmate who was in my batch, who gave nothing but attitude that sucks, was the most recent coordinator. Everytime i attended a p.o.p, i would ask myself this question, did it help me being back in the unit? Many people out there may be thinking, siao, after so many years, this guy here is still in that school, in that particular unit. Seriously, it all boils down passion, its miraculous, or unbelieveable, or whatever word to describe it, but for me indivivually, the passion isnt dieing just yet. Still , i gotta disappear sooon.. so, yea, shall see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, the much anticipated again, the event of the year? HAha, I spent my christmas eve at home, watching tv, reading my harry potter and the deathly hallows. What made me smile abit was when my dad pass two christmas cards for me! Thanks! you know who you are! =D. Atl least i have a date tml, so things aint that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its heroes time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-6512574334654882944?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6512574334654882944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=6512574334654882944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/6512574334654882944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/6512574334654882944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-blogger-allow-me-to-create-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-7516311310225156098</id><published>2007-12-05T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T05:08:38.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back! This time with an inspiration to blog. Hehe. Went to the gym today again. Didnt work out much cause just didnt have the mood to. Maybe its the weather, I don't know. Anyway, was on the way home on the train with QL sleeping beside me, when there is this couple opposite me, and a scene sort of happen, which made me feel aww man. You gotta use your imagination a little because my english isnt very powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this guy was holding an umbrella, and the girl beside him had some shopping bags on her lap, the guy looks tired and closes his eyes, so the girl wants to lessen his load and tried to take the umbrella from him, but the guy just gave a smile and a "Its ok" look, and went back to close his eyes, after like two seconds later, the guy gave the "You can slot your arm around my arm and lie on my shoulder " look to the girl, the girl , knowing what he meant, acted as if "what, don't want leh" look, and.... the guy pouted his lips, and the girl giggles and slotted her arm and rested her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like man, that was sweet isnt it. Look, I am not talking about couples that look like 13 , 14 years old that kinda people. That would have been quite sick. But, I just felt, man! It just made me think of what happen in the past suddenly, sigh, memories that are bitter are sweet to remember isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck. I have a Business Writing Test tomorrow! DAMN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-7516311310225156098?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7516311310225156098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=7516311310225156098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7516311310225156098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7516311310225156098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-back-this-time-with-inspiration-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-8457398165876361596</id><published>2007-12-04T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T07:53:56.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desiree the cousin is super bored and wants me to update and so yea, I am here. Blah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school today for the entire DAY! YAY! -.- went back to mjr to get some things done.But anyway, stupid TS is such a weakling, PS me, nv go workout today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't know why am I blogging now when I don't think I have any to blog. Nonetheless, some thoughts are going through this pathetic small mind of mine, again. Future, what does the future holds? Nobody knows. But seriously, it will be so cool to be like Hiro in Heroes. " I am from the future and I have a message for you" SO COOL LA! How nice it will be to stop the time, and go to the person you don't like and slap  him/her two times, ok maybe 5 times, and start the time again. HAHA. Come back to reality please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Anyway, my mind is blank. I am like talking nonsense everywhere, in msn in here. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to my PRETTY COUSIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above sentence is nonsense too, fyi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-8457398165876361596?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8457398165876361596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=8457398165876361596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8457398165876361596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8457398165876361596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/12/desiree-cousin-is-super-bored-and-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-5241248068938624186</id><published>2007-11-30T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:05:12.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally have some inspirations to blog. Haha. So here it goes, it has been.. a busy week. Running all over the place. But weeks are passing like really fast, and two weeks to the holidays! and also FYP submission. Die la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, went jessica's house to do project today. Her house is nice, and it made me have a conclusion. I so want to live alone. Haha, it would be nice to have the freedom, the "I can place things where ever i want" attitude, "i clean up if i feel its necessary" attitude. And it would be better if its at a condo. With all the facilities at the bottom of your house, I can just go down and gym and go home in 2 mins. HOW COOL! then again, there will be a lack of warmth la. But still, I want to try living alone for some time. Maybe through further education, I may have that chance? Shall see. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked home like so many times already this week. But today was kinda special, nope, didnt talk to anyone special on the way or what, its still the normal radio accompanying me, but for the first time, as I was walking home, I felt "light". Believe me, I actually skipped a few times on the way. Some thoughts flashed across, like friendships, studies, what else? I realise that friendship, though should not be taken lightly, still shouldnt treat it that seriously, because if you were to treat a friendship too seriously, chances are you will get very very hurt if the other party does the slightest thing to you. I am not saying that we should just treat friendship lightly and heck care our friends and only use them when we need them, haha. It's just that.... aiyah, you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars are zooming on the road, then I imagine myself driving, having to witness an "accident" yesterday, makes me realise, can I be that "zai" in driving? Haha. Random~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here is a dedication to my dear cousin Desiree Su Huixin who is 13 this year. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ROCK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (i was forced to say this).&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done blogging. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-5241248068938624186?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5241248068938624186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=5241248068938624186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5241248068938624186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5241248068938624186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-have-some-inspirations-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-7134982218649146650</id><published>2007-11-25T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T07:21:46.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just here to update with nothing to update abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-7134982218649146650?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7134982218649146650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=7134982218649146650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7134982218649146650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7134982218649146650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-here-to-update-with-nothing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-4224773390593066165</id><published>2007-11-15T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:06:41.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to fill in another entry in you. How cool. Life has been kinda mudane, with nothing interesting to look forward to. Had some of my papers back, results are kinda EEE.  But its ok, its fair, considering the efforts i put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, school this week kinda suck. But time pass kinda quickly too! Haha, I met Cherriann Wong and Cheu Kaiwen yesterday. Life is so wonderful, like I have never seen that wong for like eons already lah, but we still can talk like running tap. I believe I brought cheu luck, cause we settled at her shop and when i come for like a while, she has sales already. *grins* So we had lots of food, doughnuts, pattaya fried rice and CCC. (go ask wong what is that) So we chat chat chat and went home. It was kinda a short gathering but yea, it was good. I always like to meet up with my friends and just chill. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lecturer from the language dept called me up today and ask me to audition for the spokesperson for my course during graduation ceremony. My first reaction was like : HUH! Repeat again pls? HAHAHAHA! I still find it damn amusing because.... why me? But anyway, I may not or maybe will not, get it, so its okay. Just go try try and play. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am done blogging, giving two papers tml! TWO . Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-4224773390593066165?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4224773390593066165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=4224773390593066165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/4224773390593066165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/4224773390593066165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-blog-i-am-back-to-fill-in-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-5192442456082271972</id><published>2007-11-11T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T07:01:28.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess i am here to update. It was term test week, and it was like so last minute work every time. Just cant do early work man. Anyway, I don't know how am I going to fare. Just pray? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday commences the start of campcraft competition. Was feeling quite blessed that the cadets this time round has quite high intellgience level, got things really fast. A teeny weeny problem is, I only took the girls team so I am making statement based on that. Heard Sengyong side was kinda tough. Haha, maybe guys are more stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to celebrate yixian and ah heng birrthday yesterday. Was good, I like my Parmasen Fish and Chips. So Kenneth went off to to meet gf after that, and we went CHIJMES to watch soccer. Heinken was good. Haha, but makes me feel eew after too much. I didnt feel like going home so I drag Ts and Ql to go experience night life! HAHA! And by coincidence, I saw the club Lunar! Wanted to go since its opening already! So after much persuasion from me, we went in! The experience was good, but it gets kinda boring at some point. My conclusion for the pub/nightlife is, IF YOU ARE NOT CONFIDENT OF DANCING, DON'T DANCE! There is this uncle at the pub that got so high that he started to show off his momentum. -_- , and there is this african/black woman that got so high too that she practised kung fu infront of the stage. Hilarious, HA! Thinking of it makes me smile. Went and reached home around 5 plus am. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml is school again, so tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 11/11/2007 today and i ended my post at 11pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-5192442456082271972?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5192442456082271972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=5192442456082271972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5192442456082271972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5192442456082271972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-guess-i-am-here-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-2787980520225375486</id><published>2007-11-07T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T08:51:44.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I am still alive and kicking. Doc says its something like a huge pimple in the nose, so when too much pressure acts on it, it blows and bleeds. HAHA! Stupid shiat. Anyway, this week is term test week. I seriously lack the motivation man. Shall see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took photo with Felicia Chin! WAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weihwang, you jealous?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-2787980520225375486?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2787980520225375486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=2787980520225375486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/2787980520225375486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/2787980520225375486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-i-am-still-alive-and-kicking.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-573939899259162434</id><published>2007-11-02T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T07:39:27.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something interesting happen today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nosebleed today. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is ending soon. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-573939899259162434?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/573939899259162434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=573939899259162434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/573939899259162434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/573939899259162434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/11/something-interesting-happen-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-3893947988800320884</id><published>2007-10-30T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T07:29:58.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its' elearning week and for the past two days, I am stuck at home. Machiam I got SARs and got quarantined at home, so! my blog readers (only got 6), please, date me out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, life has been about laptop, tv and more tv. You wake up at 11, do elearning, go watch tv, turn in for the night. And for the next day, its the same thing. Stupid. Heng tomorrow I going back MJR, not that I love to go back, but at least I found something to do. *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I am blogging nonsense, random stuff, I have never seen a O level student, watching tv the whole night when he got a paper the next day. HAHAHA! Don't know to laugh or to cry. Another random stuff, aiyah, just forget it lah. I don't really fall for girls that hang themselves up to sell ( translate to chinese ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-3893947988800320884?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3893947988800320884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=3893947988800320884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3893947988800320884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3893947988800320884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-elearning-week-and-for-past-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-2073328617386667228</id><published>2007-10-27T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T06:09:55.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM FUCKING SICK OF MY POLY CLASS. Just when I thought that I have found a clique that I can really trust, and tell things to, BAM! fuck. You don't understand how I feel seriously. Sigh, I am really tired. really am, mentally stressed-up. I need air, I need a talk with someone and a walk somwhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-2073328617386667228?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2073328617386667228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=2073328617386667228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/2073328617386667228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/2073328617386667228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-fucking-sick-of-my-poly-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-8338809393188262699</id><published>2007-10-25T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:28:42.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just hope that the truth will come to light soon. This feeling of being lost isnt very good. Sigh, why am I always being treated like some invisible person. That sucks. Enlighten me soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am in class now. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-8338809393188262699?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8338809393188262699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=8338809393188262699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8338809393188262699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8338809393188262699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-just-hope-that-truth-will-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-6387703986930110641</id><published>2007-10-21T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T06:36:00.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GYM was tiring ! yet damn fufilling today. I cut my hair and its damn short. Now I have sore arms. and i mean damn sore arms. but it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think i got the hint.  Sigh. Whatever lah.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AH YUEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-6387703986930110641?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6387703986930110641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=6387703986930110641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/6387703986930110641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/6387703986930110641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/gym-was-tiring-yet-damn-fufilling-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-8497930763539909800</id><published>2007-10-20T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T06:50:55.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;The anxiety, the hearbeats, the blushes, all of them are still vividly in the mind. When I was with her in the past , the phonecalls always made me felt that. Now, the feelings are back again. Though it wasnt successful, but yea, I still hope /pray.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GYM TML!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-8497930763539909800?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8497930763539909800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=8497930763539909800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8497930763539909800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8497930763539909800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/anxiety-hearbeats-blushes-all-of-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-9217426311224971411</id><published>2007-10-18T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T08:35:38.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went Kbox today. Like finally, after so many months of not k-ing, finally i sang. And I think I sang a hell lot today, to an extend that I feel abit guilty for hogging the mic for so long. The trio who are reading this, sorry ah. Singing is my best way of letting out myself. =x. Machiam I pro like that. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random thoughts again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peian and I was talking on the train today. And I came to a conclusion that if that particular person did not existed in our class, maybe the class would be a better/more harmonious place to be in, maybe , things wouldnt be that complicated. Alot of maybes, but I just feel it isnt fair to everyone that because of you, the world turns topsy turvy. Anyway, its not that I am scared to say her name out, but I don't see the point. Nobody who is reading this blog will know the person anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seriously, I don't know whether I have done wrong. Affairs of the heart can sometimes be very troublesome. Sigh, I will just leave it to fate bah. and I still believe in it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us sleep the night away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WEITING!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-9217426311224971411?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/9217426311224971411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=9217426311224971411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/9217426311224971411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/9217426311224971411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-went-kbox-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-8307884852146129015</id><published>2007-10-14T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:54:53.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Apologise for the lack of updating. Kinda busy and don't really have the mood to blog. But what the heck, nobody comes here anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some random things: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I got my pay alreadY!! Now I feel rich. *grins* and i treated myself to a new bag from Esprit. I got so much stuff to buy lah. But when the money really comes, you will feel the pinch. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Orchard still has so many unglam people. Disgusting aunties who think that the whole world owes them money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121194274660913554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/RxIjDz7tkZI/AAAAAAAAACI/oiKlgS7vwlo/s320/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See the woman in the red circle, she sucks. She is one of the women I met in Orchard whom I label as Ugly Singaporeans. Shan't go elaborating what she did, but she is a bitch. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. She finally talked to me, like really a chat! Haha, the feeling is ... exciting. Haha. Just hope that things will be better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I recently like a new song. Milubing-Wo wei she me hai ai ni. Nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Fufilling yet unproductive weekend. Should have completed my tutorial but didnt even write a word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.Doughnuts. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Are you the one?   =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-8307884852146129015?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8307884852146129015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=8307884852146129015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8307884852146129015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8307884852146129015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/apologise-for-lack-of-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/RxIjDz7tkZI/AAAAAAAAACI/oiKlgS7vwlo/s72-c/DSC00356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-8047162382368408413</id><published>2007-10-09T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T06:47:08.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been feeling this for some time,  then suddenly, this feeling came back and told me: Blog abt it! Dun care about how others feel. Just blog it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am. Please be warned, if you feel angry about what i am going to post or gonna feel offended, I would strongly urge you to just exit now. Anyway, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being taken for granted. The subject of people whenever they feel loneliness. These don't feel good seriously. Give yourself this scenario, you rant about ppl not caring about you, ppl leaving you or etc, yet, the whole problem lies in you just wanting to "pick" who to turn to. Although there are people there waiting to talk to you and etc, you push them aside and "yearn" those that are not caring about you. Ask youself this question, who are these people and how will they feel? would they feel good? I blogged when i first started this blog and i still believed in that. The thing i believe is that, i hope to receive the same amount of importance back from the person that I gave to. Simple isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, I have said my stuff. Like finally. Anyway, the new song I came across is Ah Du-Cha Yi dian, can listen through my blog. Its damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-8047162382368408413?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8047162382368408413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=8047162382368408413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8047162382368408413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8047162382368408413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-been-feeling-this-for-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-8625909639133715425.post-754300324815222320</id><published>2007-10-06T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:02:56.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall update. Just realised this is the 36th post of this blog. Had a busy yet entertaining week to sum up. Went to watch Chuck and Larry on tues, Sentosa on Wed, Dinner with meh on thurs, and went out to suntec today. So yea, time pass really fast. Gotta start to get into the mood of mugging cause next week is week 3 and test are starting on week 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have any thing to update lah. Boring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yea, miss out some ppl for the birthday greetings. MELI AND KENNETH MSG ME TOO! ESPECIALLY KENNETH! HE MSGED ALL THE WAY FROM BRUNEI! THANKS BRO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-754300324815222320?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/754300324815222320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=754300324815222320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/754300324815222320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/754300324815222320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-shall-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-6209511945757109923</id><published>2007-10-02T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T09:01:01.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY! Ok, I sound abit BHB but I dun give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys who went for dinner and are reading this post must be thinking :" Mabo already" but nope, I am still sober and like what kaiwen says, dun think too much and have a happy enjoyable night before this special day really ended. So yea, I am gonna record this down in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shant elaborate about how the day went but I really did enjoy myself today. Truthfully, I was kinda moody in the morning, thinking that this day is just some stupid day with more ppl sms-ing you. On the train and I thought, what does a birthday means to you? To me, a birthday is supposed to let you yourself know that people around you are there for you and for your chance to see, who actually puts you in a little corner of their hearts. It is indeed heartening to know that lots of people cared on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those ppl who cared(random order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2d ppl and they include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qingliang&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;br /&gt;Kaiwen&lt;br /&gt;Sherilyn&lt;br /&gt;Weihwang&lt;br /&gt;Yixian&lt;br /&gt;Huimin&lt;br /&gt;Tzeshuen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest who cared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiting&lt;br /&gt;Ahyuen&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;Aichia&lt;br /&gt;Peiann&lt;br /&gt;fengyi&lt;br /&gt;huizhen&lt;br /&gt;liyun&lt;br /&gt;jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;yiling&lt;br /&gt;huiting&lt;br /&gt;deseiree&lt;br /&gt;zilin&lt;br /&gt;lynette&lt;br /&gt;valerie&lt;br /&gt;junpei&lt;br /&gt;amyy&lt;br /&gt;meipeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i am loved. haHAHA! And, to mark this special day, i am "forced" to drink two shots of tequila. But ITS OKAY!! I am glad I succedded in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those sms-es, the shirt that jimmy, aichia and peian for the shirt. Sherilyn for making the card, the bunch of 2d ppl for the shirt and dinner!! and KAIWEN for initiating the 2 shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful day. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Despite the emo-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-6209511945757109923?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6209511945757109923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=6209511945757109923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/6209511945757109923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/6209511945757109923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-is-my-birthday-ok-i-sound-abit.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-3996259810612133395</id><published>2007-09-28T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:54:54.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am here to update. Had tutorials today. And the highlight was Hey Gorgeous finally ccame to SP! haha. Saw the top 3 for both the females and the males. Wasn't really quite fascinated about them cause for example, one of the female contestants has cock eyes. -_-. But the girl from my school was pretty, and hot. phew. So yea, didnt stay from the voting. But i know the winners. Hehe, came home and went out with mum to parkway. I am fillial. Had so much food and home-ed after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115259643470123378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/Rv0Niz7tkXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MNSuvT5QGw8/s320/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115259828153717122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/Rv0Ntj7tkYI/AAAAAAAAACA/kjuEKq7nrs0/s320/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiona's *toot* are real. HAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-3996259810612133395?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3996259810612133395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=3996259810612133395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3996259810612133395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3996259810612133395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-here-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/Rv0Niz7tkXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MNSuvT5QGw8/s72-c/DSC00314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-5583294573589345203</id><published>2007-09-27T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T06:08:53.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a wet wet wet day. Was it a good day? I don't know but it has definetly been a interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the train today when opposite me sat a girl around 18 in a corner met a perverted guy. This uncle sat beside her with his legs straighten out and kept squeezing the girl to her corner, till the girl squirmed. I was thinking, why cant the girl just stand up and not let the uncle take advantage. Girls, they really need a guy beside them to take care of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, school started and lesson goes on. Lessons are practically a waste of time until the Language lesson at 3. We were asked to do a roleplay of a meeting scene and the lecturer observed that we do not have enough "eye contact". SO! We were made to stare at the person opposite you. And I have to STARE at you! To you readers, you think, wah, mus be a girl Jared like right? EXACTLY THE OPPOSITE! How do i describe the feeling? Your stare is like a death eater, sucking happiness out of someone, makes someone feels lonely and cold. Yeap, that was how i felt. Digusting Bitch. ON ANOTHER NOTE, THE TEACHER SAID I HAVE SMILING EYES. HAHAHAHA! Jared aka smiling eyes. Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it starts to rain, everything slows down....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-5583294573589345203?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5583294573589345203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=5583294573589345203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5583294573589345203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5583294573589345203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-is-wet-wet-wet-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-8001501977787559512</id><published>2007-09-26T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:54:54.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;5 days to ur birthday la.&lt;br /&gt;Huizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are uncontended creatures says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;i so good rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;help you countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huizhen says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I went vivo today. Went to this place called " The White Dog " to eat, the interior was nice, classy and comfortable, with a nice view outside the restaurant. The food was okay, didnt really like it though. So after eating, we had nothing to do and we went to eat again. (meh, that explains my buldging tummy) went food republic and I finally satisfied my craving for ngoh hiong. =D! and went to meet dum and meh. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEH SCOLDED VULGARITIES! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so home-ed. Went online to did my NS registration! and i booked my medical examination date. It was damn tedious lah. So many freaking stuff to say and etc. Man, here it is, National Service is coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The interior of the restaurant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114523636399444306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/RvpwJj7tkVI/AAAAAAAAABo/H4h-1FDuFRs/s320/DSC00306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the view from the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114524031536435554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/Rvpwgj7tkWI/AAAAAAAAABw/R7gcUSg4icc/s320/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-8001501977787559512?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8001501977787559512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=8001501977787559512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8001501977787559512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8001501977787559512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/09/huizhen-says-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/RvpwJj7tkVI/AAAAAAAAABo/H4h-1FDuFRs/s72-c/DSC00306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-7501949102408300033</id><published>2007-09-24T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T07:02:09.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school was kinda ok other than ACQ that ruined my mood. EVERYONE scored borderline pass lah, ok lah, except a few that scored 70. BUT! It was so sucky, I was the few that got the paper last, and when my friends got theirs, after seeing their results, i was like siao liao, fail liao. Lucky i passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope for a more interesting day tml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-7501949102408300033?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7501949102408300033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=7501949102408300033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7501949102408300033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7501949102408300033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-day-of-school-was-kinda-ok-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-1576381780170154485</id><published>2007-09-23T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:54:54.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time really flies huh. Its like september already. Had a super boring weekend. Always wonder why weekends are the most boring ones. So practically slacked at home the whole day yesterday with nothing to do, did abit of fyp though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to grandparents to have dinner to celebrate Ah gong's birthday. Saw my cousins and as usual, we talked about school and how &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; oops, naggy and un-understandable they are in terms of thinking and allowances issue. Haha. So yea, had birthday cake after that, and home-ed. Dad wasnt there today so had to take a bus back. Anyway, it was cool, sat alone in the bus and the streets just flashed past me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some thoughts as I was on the bus, right now at this age, the topics we talk, internship, studies, how stupid lecturers are, a few years later, when we join the workforce, what will we talk about? Bank loans? Kids? How much your car cost and etc? Haha, come to think of it, we are at grandparents now because our parents told us to go, one day, will we cousins even see each other again or lead our own lives? Scary thought. At the birthday cake thingy, the younger generations who were in secondary school look so reluctant to sing the birthday song, that moment, i wondered how did ah gong feel? A poor old man standing infront of the cake, with a bunch of unreluctant grandchildren singing him a birthday song, that feeling must have suck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah!! TOMORROW IS THE START OF THE NEW SEM! GPA FOR THIS SEM IS 3! HAHA.siao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113408765968617794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/RvZ6Lj7tkUI/AAAAAAAAABg/Iw51ZbtGcq4/s320/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday ah gong. you rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-1576381780170154485?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1576381780170154485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=1576381780170154485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/1576381780170154485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/1576381780170154485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-really-flies-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/RvZ6Lj7tkUI/AAAAAAAAABg/Iw51ZbtGcq4/s72-c/DSC00300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-3526258788679793475</id><published>2007-09-21T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T06:59:51.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All of a sudden, i felt intense loneliness, maybe its because of today's outing that i saw so many disappointing things that made me feel that way. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went with junpei for his interview today to habourfront again! so yea, went lunch-ed after that and stoned at PS. We were like two stalkers because we were too bored. so yea, went to raffles shopping center after that and walked to bugis and home-ed. met mum downstairs and went for dinner. Wasnt really glad to see two of my npcc juniors (sec 5s) with one of my npcc girl ( sec 1 ) and another girl. It would be fine if it is just that simple, but one of the sec 5 guy wants to come back as an instructor, or rather, should i say a CADET INSPECTOR. Sigh, it is such a disappointment. A CADET INSPECTOR TO BE MIXING AROUND WITH A SEC 1 JUNIOR? IS THAT WHAT A CADET INSPECTOR SHOULD DO? SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i thought through. Just.... forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-3526258788679793475?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3526258788679793475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=3526258788679793475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3526258788679793475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3526258788679793475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-of-sudden-i-felt-intense-loneliness.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-5468293564800007902</id><published>2007-09-19T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T07:26:11.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am here to update before it gathers dust. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after two weeks plus of work, today was the last day. Really enjoyed the work, stress-free, good colleagues, good environment. It was good. So yea, thanks alot to soh wai, william, suhardy, thomas, kok heng, choi gek. Nice people. haha. So after finishing the packing up at jurong side, I went down to habourfront to hand in time-sheet, as well as to pick the dear meh meh from work. HAHA! Wasnt feeling that good in the morning, damn freezing cold and feel like vomitting, so felt like going home earlier and meet meh meh other days, but just persereve. And it turns out to be worthwhile! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so met meh meh, and we went to dinner and chit chatted. Was good talking to her. haha, i kinda sprained my neck, so i cant turn completely and meh was like laughing at it. -_- ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;went walk around after that and home-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE is the interesting one!! haha. we went in the train cabin and the cabin was damn weird. in a corner, a chinese guy was talking to himself and laughing out loud. In the other corner, I SAW TWO ANG MOH GAYS TOUCHING EACH OTHER. and the action i saw that makes it so extreme was, THE BIGGER SIZE ANG MOH LICKED THE OTHER MORE FEMINE GUY ANGMOH EARS! argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, by the way, we saw lots of PDAs today. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done blogging and i need a rest. my neck is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-5468293564800007902?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5468293564800007902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=5468293564800007902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5468293564800007902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5468293564800007902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-here-to-update-before-it-gathers.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-2518448540166395613</id><published>2007-09-16T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T13:01:34.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from the BBQ.So yea, here to blog. Maybe its the timing that is not right that I am feeling a little emo. HAHAHA! Anyway, I think i am gonna change to wordpress soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the bbq, well. I dun know if its counted as a success or a failure. Due to this bbq, I changed my thinking about some stuff. Positive, Negative. I truly realised, some times,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; just a appreciation will work wonders on someone&lt;/span&gt;. ANYWAY,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; i think i did my best to make it work.&lt;/span&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 am now. SLEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-2518448540166395613?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2518448540166395613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=2518448540166395613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/2518448540166395613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/2518448540166395613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-came-back-from-bbq.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-5561701242005349722</id><published>2007-09-15T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:10:30.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually, I dun need this mental torture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note, YAY! TML IS THE BBQ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-5561701242005349722?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5561701242005349722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=5561701242005349722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5561701242005349722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5561701242005349722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/09/actually-i-dun-need-this-mental-torture.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-3058941310310842170</id><published>2007-09-12T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T07:22:38.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having a good time at work these few days. Shan't talk about other days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was good. especially the lunch, went to as far as Tampines Ikea to have lunch today, finally tasted the meatballs and the chicken wings. Don't really like the meatballs, but the wings are nice. haha. so this is what i had for lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 set of nasi padang (got fish meat and a veg side)&lt;br /&gt;two chicken wings&lt;br /&gt;4 meatballs&lt;br /&gt;2 cups of coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, it was a great lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, some random thoughts again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, some things should be left unspoken. Matters of heart exactly? It's weird that humans, even when they know that they have no chance, theey still persist. I dunno if that will work, but doesnt that affect the person's confidence? Does looks really matter? Haha. =\ Another thought is when I was at Ikea , booking the seats for them while they went to buy food, i saw couples coming up the escalator, and suddenly, i felt envious. Sigh, life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all 2d ppl that are going for the bbq: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saturday, Area C pit 08. come around 5.30 to 6!! prepare to stay late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-3058941310310842170?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3058941310310842170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=3058941310310842170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3058941310310842170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3058941310310842170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/09/having-good-time-at-work-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-8243889778154857816</id><published>2007-09-11T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T07:38:28.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just cant stand the attitude of some people. Please know where you are standing and who you should kowtow to. Be clear of your position and your rights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-8243889778154857816?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8243889778154857816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=8243889778154857816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8243889778154857816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8243889778154857816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-cant-stand-attitude-of-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-6071430604127795985</id><published>2007-09-06T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T03:12:01.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yawns, i am like darn tired. maybe its because of work. Anyway, i am in starbucks at suntec using wireless. Gonna have project meeting later, see, i am a busy man. =D and I am like offically wearing formal wear, sitting at starbucks, with all the professionals that wear long sleeves and tie, with my lappy , looking professsional. WHEE~!  kinda like the feeling, seeing ppl talk, shake hands blabla, was thinking, this is it, the real world huh! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opposite my table now is like two asians and an ang moh, and man, they are professionals! The way they talk is really business talk man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this professionalism is making me excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, my post is so random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-6071430604127795985?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6071430604127795985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=6071430604127795985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/6071430604127795985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/6071430604127795985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/09/yawns-i-am-like-darn-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-7381077677123580535</id><published>2007-09-05T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:16:17.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i am here to update. first and foremost, thanks to meh for helping me to settle somebody down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been working these few days, starting from mon till now. It was good, with not much to do and staring into space while earning money. =) my colleagues are nice, friendly and stuff. so there isnt much of a problem. but kinda sad, cause i end around 4 plus everyday which actually means less money for me. But it doesnt matter, cause i must be contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw meh's personal msges these few days and felt they are quite meaningful. for example:" why fall into love in the first place, knowing that it will be difficult to get out" . Haha, true, i know that 感情， 说来就来，谁也不能逃避。 But, wouldnt it be more terrible this way? I made a decision that is kinda harsh on some people but I gave that decision a damn serious thought before I confirmed it. I dunno whether its a good one , what I feel is that, i made that decision so that life goes on for some people and not just stepping on the same tile , without moving on. Hope the decision i make will be a worthwhile one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, the stupid subject that makes ppl yearn for it, but when u got it, u start to push it away from you. The nature of humans? Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-7381077677123580535?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7381077677123580535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=7381077677123580535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7381077677123580535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7381077677123580535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-i-am-here-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-3931701768042052711</id><published>2007-09-01T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T06:08:27.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>List out the top 5 birthday present that you wish for:&lt;br /&gt;1. a driving licence&lt;br /&gt;2. new bag!&lt;br /&gt;3. good results&lt;br /&gt;4. harmony between friends and families&lt;br /&gt;5. $$!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;1.(the person who tag you is …)&lt;br /&gt;Valerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.(your relationship with him/her is …)&lt;br /&gt;god Sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.(your 5 impressions of him/her ..)&lt;br /&gt;cute, pretty, loving, innocent, act cute, and bhb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.(the most memorable thing he/she had done for you)&lt;br /&gt;Send me christmas Card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.(the most memorable words he/she had said to you)&lt;br /&gt;no memorable words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.(if he/she becomes your lover, you will..)&lt;br /&gt;siao, i will be treated like slave lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.(if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be)&lt;br /&gt;dun bhb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.(if he/she becomes your enemy, you will…)&lt;br /&gt;we wun be enemies. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. (if he/she beomes your enemy, the reason will be …)&lt;br /&gt;as above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.(the most desire thing you want to do for him/her now is …)&lt;br /&gt;date me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.(your overall impression of him/her is …)&lt;br /&gt;8.5/10 =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.(how you think people around you will feel about you?)&lt;br /&gt;i don’t think i should care what people think about me. or i will be damn fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.(the character you love of yourself are …)&lt;br /&gt;dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.(on the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are …)&lt;br /&gt;nagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.(the most ideal person you want to be is …)&lt;br /&gt;a man every girl desires? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.(for people that care and like you, say something to them ..)&lt;br /&gt;I am glad i am still living to the age of 19 and going on fine.. but without the bunch of ppl that are there for me, i cant support myself that far, so THANKS! you know who you are! a word Thanks! but with great gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.(pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you)&lt;br /&gt;1. NgHuimin&lt;br /&gt;2. Sherilyn Ng&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheu Kaiwen&lt;br /&gt;4. Qingliang&lt;br /&gt;5. Junpei&lt;br /&gt;6. caroline&lt;br /&gt;7. huizhen&lt;br /&gt;8. valerie loh!!&lt;br /&gt;9. pei ann&lt;br /&gt;10. amyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.(Who is no.6 having relationship with?)&lt;br /&gt;eh, i dunno leh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.(Is no.9 a male or female?)&lt;br /&gt;female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.(If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?)&lt;br /&gt;nah, they are girls, not les and they dun even know each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.(How about no.8 and 5?)&lt;br /&gt;meh and dum? HAHA! THEY ARE FATED TO BE TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.(What is no.2 studying about?)&lt;br /&gt;private uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.(When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?)&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon. 1st sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.(What kind of music band does no.8 like?)&lt;br /&gt;eh, english song? She eat potato one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.(Does no.1 has any siblings?)&lt;br /&gt;got lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.(Will you woo no.3?)&lt;br /&gt;erm. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.(How about no.7?)&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.(Is no.4 single?)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, single for a long long time. pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.(What’s the surname of no.5?)&lt;br /&gt;HUANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.(What’s the hobby of no.4?)&lt;br /&gt;soccer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.(Do no.5 and 9 get along well?)&lt;br /&gt;they don’t even know each other, how to get along well? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.(Where is no.2 studying at?)&lt;br /&gt;private uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.(Talk something casually about no.1)&lt;br /&gt;she has pimply face! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.(Have you try developing feelings for no.8?)&lt;br /&gt;MEH! I PROPOSED TO YOU ALREADY DIDNT i? HAHA！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.(Where does no.9 live at?)&lt;br /&gt;Tampines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.(Are no.5 and 1 best friends?)&lt;br /&gt;I dun think so, but they can work some thing out. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.(Does no.7 likes no.2?)&lt;br /&gt;they don’t even know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.(How do you get to know no.2?)&lt;br /&gt;friends since sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.(Does no.1 have any pets?)&lt;br /&gt;yes. DD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.(Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?)&lt;br /&gt;erm... no comments! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! i am done!! cause i am damn bored. anyway, HAPPY TCHER's DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-3931701768042052711?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3931701768042052711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=3931701768042052711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3931701768042052711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3931701768042052711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/09/list-out-top-5-birthday-present-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-6282657164549334235</id><published>2007-08-31T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:54:55.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/RtgZisK4uBI/AAAAAAAAABM/xlb45tmGLAg/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/RtgZisK4uBI/AAAAAAAAABM/xlb45tmGLAg/s320/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104858261387524114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the donuts meh meh bought me! the spicy cheese disappeared. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-6282657164549334235?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6282657164549334235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=6282657164549334235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/6282657164549334235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/6282657164549334235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/donuts-meh-meh-bought-me-spicy-cheese.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/RtgZisK4uBI/AAAAAAAAABM/xlb45tmGLAg/s72-c/DSC00291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-900188863773551145</id><published>2007-08-31T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T06:33:37.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-_-. My folks went to watch 881 today and they are like saying all the praises abt the show, and noW~ my dad is blasting all the 881 songs. Makes the environment a little not condusive to blog lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY! I am here to blog. So was out with a different bunch of people yesterday and today. JP dated me out and met meh meh and sy and jian cong and jordan and meh went to buy donuts yest. MEH MEH is so nice to treat me 6 donuts! hehe. So we went drumming in the arcade and got damn addictive at it. and went walking around and home-ed. I ate 3 donuts and I learnt a lesson that donuts will only taste nice after u heat them up. Went Habourfront for interview todaY! Finally got a job starting on mon, the pay isnt bad. haha and its near too. Bedok. haha, so after that met meh meh, jp, jordan, crystal, jiancong, yuren, minmin, jiawei, and the &lt;em&gt;eeeee jialiang&lt;/em&gt; went katong pool and back to parkway walk walk and home-ed! We played like 4 hours of pool lah! MEH MEH is nice again to treat me bubbletea (actually i won her at pool) . haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to sum up this two days, it was fun! with a different environment, thought i would feel weird but i didnt. HAHA! AND THANKS MEH MEH FOR YOUR TREATS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my post sound so noob today. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ji lang ji pua...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-900188863773551145?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/900188863773551145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=900188863773551145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/900188863773551145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/900188863773551145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-5545759595503862875</id><published>2007-08-27T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T08:55:59.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been two days of good food. Shall go into details after i say something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Cheu Kaiwen!! Glad we are still going strong as friends and hope we will still be friends at 29! Haha. Though there are conflicts at times, we still managed to survive for like 7 years already. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now to the good food. Was out with the guys yesterday to jalan jalan and have dinner. Had fish and co which was my FIRST time visiting it. Wasnt that fabulous cause the food wasnt that fresh, but nonetheless, their service is good. So yea, jalan jalan-ed and home-ed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the girl's birthday. Had interview in the morning which I  think i flopped it. DAMN! My first time meeting such a fierce interviewer, but anyway, just let it be. Maybe I am just not fated to work this holiday. So yea, didnt feel like going home when i am only out for less than 1 hour so i called the birthday girl and met her for lunch, called kenneth out and we rotted at kaiwen house for the whole afternoon. HA! Was ask to cele kaiwen birthday, so went orchard AGAIN and decided on sakae for dinner. Had my share of laughter and silence. Haha. But overall, it was an enjoyable night. The soft shell crab made me and kenneth damn itchy, in fact it still itches now. -_- So yea, chit chat chat chit and home-ed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts : Looking back, its been close to 7 to 10 years since i know that bunch of guys. I have known kenneth and ashley for like 10 years already? That's long. But anyway, its through these gatherings that we have enjoyable times. One may say that :" gosh, why meet again?" or " huh, with this person?" but to me, every gathering is a memory that is worth treasuring. It's just up to indivivual cause to me, life is unpredictable. I cherish the time of everybody getting together cause you nv know what is gonna happen next? For eg, the next year, will we still be celebrating again? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought is that, people do change. Maybe its just we cannot keep sticking to the first impressions that we have in mind, step a step back and have a clearer view of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, with that I end my post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-5545759595503862875?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5545759595503862875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=5545759595503862875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5545759595503862875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5545759595503862875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-two-days-of-good-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-3550213649540123551</id><published>2007-08-25T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T08:47:54.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, i am still not over about the results of CSS2 but what can be done? Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so anyway, Shaun won the thing, not that i don't like him lah, but did you see his performance? Keely was way way better. After the competition, it dawned on me. Its not about vocal talent that makes the winner a winner, its not about all about money that makes that also. But its the family/friends cohesion and support that makes the winner. Think about it, throughout the entire duration of the show, whose parents and friends appeared to be more of the enthusiastic bunch? Whose fans just sit there holding the stupid boards? The answer for the first is Shaun's. The second answer of course Keely. My bro keep saying : walao, why that guy that is now in Dunman High wearing the VJC uniform sitting there?! Does that makes u a Keely fan by sitting there wearing the stupid uniform in a sloppy attitude? Gosh. Its the cheers and the applauds, and the consistence pressing their handphones even when their camera is on them , that allow him to win. NOT sitting down there , sloppy and staring into space! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. i even voted! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, anyway, keely, doubt you see this but you will go far if u jian chi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-3550213649540123551?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3550213649540123551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=3550213649540123551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3550213649540123551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3550213649540123551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-i-am-still-not-over-about-results-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-5146676777713144805</id><published>2007-08-23T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T07:00:29.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, so finally EXAMS is OVER!! O-V-E-R OVER OH OVER!! ok, so i was like rotting at home now. and finally i went out to find jobs today. Just hope that the soldering job can pull through lah, then I am concented already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i feel like drinking coke now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-5146676777713144805?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5146676777713144805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=5146676777713144805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5146676777713144805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5146676777713144805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-so-finally-exams-is-over-o-v-e-r.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-7477762774902616368</id><published>2007-08-21T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:54:55.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, i am back. Seems like my blog is gathering dust but anyway, before my LAST exam paper, here i am to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATC 2007 ended on sunday 1130 am. Was damn tired after sunday, so i went back home, unpacked my stuff and slept the whole day throughout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts about this camp: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sadly, this may be the last camp for me. This may be the last time for me to visit camp resilience and hear those campers shout those cheers and CI Item. But overall, I met great people like Alan, Jess, Vincent, Edwin, Shafiq, Samuel, Melvin, Illyas,Han Teck, Joanne,MY GROUP 2 -TRIUMPH,  so so so much more. Of course, it would have been perfect if those bitches and bastards aint around. After this camp, i felt so fortunate, that i am able to meet so many wonderful people, and so glad that my instructors at MJR are still without problems , unlike other schools. It really does hurt to see people leaving us alone when we are in need of trouble. Communication between our fellow peers is very important too. What I have learnt is, dun ever use our senority to look down on others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at de-briefing with my group on the 2nd nite, i just felt like crying. HA. sound so gay but lookiing at them and saying my last words to them, made me remind myself :" Yeap. So this is the end, the end of ATC in my CI life, the coming end of the traiinings that i have left, the fact that i must fold up my uniform and chuck it in the cupboard soon..." But, 天下没有不散之宴席。 So, yea, i guess i must move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/RspO8cK4uAI/AAAAAAAAABE/mcM3cXEgM3I/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/RspO8cK4uAI/AAAAAAAAABE/mcM3cXEgM3I/s320/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100976328211478530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys made the picture perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-7477762774902616368?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7477762774902616368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=7477762774902616368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7477762774902616368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7477762774902616368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/RspO8cK4uAI/AAAAAAAAABE/mcM3cXEgM3I/s72-c/DSC00113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-6408416539103084480</id><published>2007-08-17T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T18:42:16.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, i am going to ATC 2007 in a few hours time. lol, this camp made me excited that i tosss and turn in bed, wonder what it will be like? my last atc. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-6408416539103084480?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6408416539103084480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=6408416539103084480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/6408416539103084480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/6408416539103084480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-i-am-going-to-atc-2007-in-few-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-8310307394724159468</id><published>2007-08-15T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T09:18:21.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey, i am here to update again before the lst examination paper tml. so yea, i cant squeeze anything into my patethic brain of mine already. so just, gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why, maybe its my command of english or etc, but i cant seem to describe what am i really feeling inside, its, i dunno, lonely? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am so hoping this exam period would be over soon. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-8310307394724159468?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8310307394724159468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=8310307394724159468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8310307394724159468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8310307394724159468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/heyhey-i-am-here-to-update-again-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-7971837579108007515</id><published>2007-08-08T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T08:44:43.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so i am here to update again. its been kinda hectic with papers running around the week. so yea , its kinda busy so there is a damn lack of time to update. anyway, so to sum up, its stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, anyway, was suppose to study after school today while waiting for the Observance Ceremony thingy to start but in the end, we watched dvds. So went for the thingy and we just mark the attendance and went off. Was suppose to meet ts and ql to study, but we went walking around bugis and talk. haha! went eunos for dinner with ts, and talked at the coffee shop till 10 and now i am back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels good to just sit at a place and talk about random stuff. seriously, nth felt better than that. TS commented that after the walk at bugis, he feel that seriously aint our place anymore. haha. True true, life still have to go on doesnt it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons to blog but I dun have the mood. oh yea, i think i screwed my papers up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-7971837579108007515?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7971837579108007515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=7971837579108007515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7971837579108007515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7971837579108007515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-so-i-am-here-to-update-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-5988386779742967296</id><published>2007-07-30T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T08:46:06.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey, i am here agan. Its been a week since i updated. Always have the urge to blog but was plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a expensive week, went out to enjoy almost every day after school. sinfull. shant elaborate any further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, it was a okay day. Should be studying but mon is a very tempting day with so much temptations on tv. so yea, tml! i am gonna start on CT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Dun exactly know the reason, but somehow , whenever i see you , my heart skipped a beat. We never even talk before! haha. weirdo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i fell in love with a song. Watched the High School Musical and caught the song - When there was me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Lr5tXjKsmG/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Lr5tXjKsmG/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-5988386779742967296?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5988386779742967296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=5988386779742967296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5988386779742967296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/5988386779742967296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/07/heyhey-i-am-here-agan.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-156854072568349948</id><published>2007-07-24T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:16:11.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember I said i ate durians yesterday? Now its making my throat feel damn uncomfortable. Haha. It has been feeling like that since morning. Just hope that I wouldnt have a flamed throat again. Anyway, lessons was like damn boring, so i was practically playing games and chatting on my lappy today. HAHA! DAMN. I should start revising cause the " ANG BAO" came in today. Got the test dates and stuff and its like only 2 weeks left? SHIAT! So fyp-ed and home-ed after that, watch tv and do tutorial. No life right? I agree too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened that is to me, a hiliarious thing. My lecturer for the 9a.m. class called me and the conversation goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chan : Hi, is this Jared?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea. &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chan : Jared, John Chan here huh. I hope you can do me a favour. Tommorrow's lesson starts at 9a.m. , so hope you can be punctual cause my section head, Mr Singh is sitting in to observe how i teach and you know he is very punctual, so can you help me this once? &lt;br /&gt;Me: ha, erm ok. ok ok.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chan: SO u can help me or not?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ok ok.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chan : Thanks Jared. See you at 9a.m. tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok ok. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I was like thinking :" Do lecturers need to be so desperate?" MAN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that makes me kinda pissed is the Results of CSS2 lah! Agnes shouldnt be out? It should be ZHEN NING! This shows that the world talks abt money. Agnes from CCH , Zhen Ning from RGS. RGS richer, she got in. Got the link? Bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-156854072568349948?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/156854072568349948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=156854072568349948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/156854072568349948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/156854072568349948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/07/remember-i-said-i-ate-durians-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-2862785536666051211</id><published>2007-07-22T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:54:55.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally satisfied my desires today. Ate Char Kway Teow for lunch, Mac for dinner and had Durian for supper. MAN! ITS UNHEALTHY. Makes me realise i havent been exercising or practising my napfa since i fell ill. HAHA! so i should start maybe tml? I WANNA GO SWIMMING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yea, today was practically at home. Was browsing my own photos when i realised something as i came across this photo: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/RqNq0bk3KfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wd0z9v4vndU/s1600-h/bdae+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/RqNq0bk3KfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wd0z9v4vndU/s320/bdae+04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090029452846901746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you guys? Okay, not all, but most of them.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL AGAIN TML! TMD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-2862785536666051211?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2862785536666051211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=2862785536666051211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/2862785536666051211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/2862785536666051211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-finally-satisfied-my-desires-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jJvKvIbflo/RqNq0bk3KfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wd0z9v4vndU/s72-c/bdae+04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-1727378439971427210</id><published>2007-07-21T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T09:31:43.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS BEEN A BORING DAY !! DAMN BORING! BORING SAT!! ARGH. I wanted to go out today, but there isnt any one to accompany me. so yea,  stayed at home for the whole day and stuck with my laptop for the whole day. ITS DAMN BORING LAH! F*ck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was good. I finished my tutorial today. haha. not all though. some of it only. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope tml will be interesting and i am kinda craving for food now. so yea, bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest was 20/07/2007. HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-1727378439971427210?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1727378439971427210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=1727378439971427210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/1727378439971427210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/1727378439971427210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-boring-day-damn-boring-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-4995251684529548735</id><published>2007-07-20T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T07:24:09.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was kinda interesting. I left the house at 9.30 when my lesson should start at 9.30. SO yea, i was damn late for my tutorial but at least i did turn up right. Anyway, was preparing to go to MJR after that and was at dover when there was a train disruption and i cant board the train! Was told to wait for 1 hour! So this is what happened. Someone jumped the tracks. AGAIN! This time was at clementi. A woman. Heard she survived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so damn pissed off at the woman lah. Its not that i dun pity her for her difficulties but what's her problem! How many personels needs to be there because she jumped? Police officers, SCDF officers, People that got stuck in the train.People waiting for the train. Because of her. I feel that is kinda selfish. So yea, death is not a good solution and even if it is, dun choose the mrt tracks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, i went to mjr after that and went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my internet cant work! so i kept trying to connect to other's wireless. So if u are able to read this post, that's good. ahaha! nice nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-4995251684529548735?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4995251684529548735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=4995251684529548735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/4995251684529548735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/4995251684529548735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-kinda-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-2927490868844941290</id><published>2007-07-18T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T06:35:03.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a "I dunno" day. Things are far worse complicated than i thought it was.On one side, i was fortunate to know the truth. on the other hand, it hurts to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan huifen, how fake can you be? Pretending to still treat me like your friend, while at the back, talking to ppl about me, and forming your alliance. Its okie if you want to form your alliance, but you cant deny that you are acting like a leader, in front of people. When you are not happy with Aichia, you can talk and joke with fiona and liwei when u depise them when u are ok with AC? Please. back to my question, how fake can you be. I considered myself damn lucky to have heard what you said about me. If not for aichia, i would have straight away call you up and state my stand. How well do you know me? By always assuming people's thinking, is that correct? Bah, I dunno what to say anymore. But i can tell you that if you provoke me another time, rest ensured i will not take it lying down anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am tired of all these. Nonsense and rubbish. That's why i spent the whole afternoon sitting down at ECP, thinking about things. Should have been home doing my FYP but people do get a break sometimes right? I sorted out my thinking. Shant live in the shadows of other people and trying to always make them happy whilst i make myself so miserable.It isnt fair, right Pei An? GOLDEN BULL! We should learn to let go of people who do not respect us. It doesnt sound logical right. So enough of all this nonsense. Let's move on together. and god pls help me to have nicer friends for the remaining of my poly years. its only 1 year more. I can survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-2927490868844941290?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2927490868844941290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=2927490868844941290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/2927490868844941290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/2927490868844941290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-i-dunno-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-3615642402723525507</id><published>2007-07-16T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T08:28:29.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. So I am here again. To talk abt emo stuff so my readers, if anyone of you bothers to login and read, it will be an emo post below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay today. Didnt attend CONADM , just attended 15 mins of CT cause we were completing our tutorial in the library. Wasnt feeling that stressful like the past few days in school. So yea, went home after that. Alone that is. Guess i will have to get use to that kinda life. =/ so yea, came home stoned and dinner. After that i was in the studying room when there is a commotion at the living room. apparently , bro kena scolding again. and as usual, his attitude sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't learn. Having mothers that protects their son to a very big extent doesnt allow him to learn too. Have you wondered why people cant see the mistakes they committed themselves? Cause we cant see ourselves literally. Only visuals will affect our thinking. Peoples' action will affect our thinking. We cant see ourselves, thus cant see our mistakes. Makes sense? haha. Sigh, just hope that he will learn and be mature soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, exam timetable is out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building Econs: 15/08/07&lt;br /&gt;CONDAM:         21/08/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Holis will start offically on 22!! OH SHIAT ! FYP~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-3615642402723525507?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/3615642402723525507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=3615642402723525507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3615642402723525507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/3615642402723525507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-6035594458774915348</id><published>2007-07-13T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T06:50:32.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relieved.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tjy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am kind of a relieved person today. Apparently I got my thinking straighten out and why should I be so scared of your looks and displeases? I aint your pet. So yea, i should things that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, today was kinda good. Apparently I got "kicked" out of my class group today, also known as i got rejected and thrown into a rubbish dump. Though it was not stated that obviously and clearly, I knew in my heart. You only want to be the leader, and by only verbally claiming that "I am not the leader, mind you" aint going to help the impression. Dun think that people must leave the people you dun like so that they can hang around you. Its only a tutorial, and you have to kick me out of the group and tell me to join them in the future. ha. *sigh* I am seriously done. Dun wan to be pulled by your imaginary leash and act like your dog. Just... Care about other peoples' feeling. Not only you will get hurt, people will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, sums up my feelings. Anyway, i went to the rubbish dump and got happier. Knowing those people that was dumped before, it really make a difference. Ironically, those people that are dumped, 3 to be exact, 2 are from east side~! so east side people are the magnanimous ones. haha. anyway, at that dump, there isnt any hiding or fake smiles or trying to be careful of what to say. Everything is so ... real, and I kinda like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left school, went ql house and we went parkway to get my hair cut. Initially didnt want jomil, but the other places were kinda ex so i settled there again. Turns out to be ok. haha, and went tamp to walk around with ts and ql and home-ed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring. August is coming. FYP 40% SUBMISSION! ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-6035594458774915348?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6035594458774915348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=6035594458774915348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/6035594458774915348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/6035594458774915348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-kind-of-relieved-person-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-4873018505020080451</id><published>2007-07-11T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T06:08:45.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came to a conclusion. I don't like to see the backviews of people. HAHA. weird. What the hell am i talking about. But anyway, i will blog because meh meh spike me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humans are uncontented creatures says:&lt;br /&gt;i no inspiration to blog today&lt;br /&gt;[meh``] die andere Seite von ihr sehen. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;then don't blog?&lt;br /&gt;[meh``] die andere Seite von ihr sehen. =) says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, she is evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ta dah, here goes my post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a conclusion. There will not be a "you" anymore in my life. So, i shall announce that "you" will get out of my life. That is because I have seen the other side of "you" and i seriously think i can live without that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, i end my post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-4873018505020080451?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4873018505020080451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=4873018505020080451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/4873018505020080451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/4873018505020080451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-came-to-conclusion.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-7370763217330339886</id><published>2007-07-10T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T03:28:30.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired mentally.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am here again. feeling damn unwell both physically and mentally this few days. now i am having a damn bad sore throat and will feel kinda feverish on and off. anyway, had a talk with peiann yest. turns out that we are both in the same situation when we are in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i am tired mentally. Have you ever ask yourself before? If you treat people good and with showers of love that you make them feel that they are important, but in the end, you don't get that kinda treatment back. Does that feel good? It doesnt feel good to me. Maybe its just human's instinct. But the thing is, why cant people treat each other fairly? Why put yourselves in "groups" and make it so exclusive? Will people live in harmony that way? I just want to be treated with respect and dun want to feel that i am being looked down. Is that really difficult? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life. as complex as it can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-7370763217330339886?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7370763217330339886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=7370763217330339886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7370763217330339886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/7370763217330339886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-here-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625909639133715425.post-8684616810256159326</id><published>2007-07-08T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:54:37.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so i am here to blog. Thought through the whole night and cleared my thinking. A journal should be more for myself to read and recollect my past instead of hoping that my blog would be as popular as xiaxue right? so yea, on this very day, 080707, i will make this new blog only available to readers that wanna read and asked for it and of course whom i think is trustworthy. so bye bye www.life-sux-sometimes.blogspot.com, you have been a wonderful companion. of course my past entries will still be there, cause it holds too much wonderful memories that I cant bear to delete it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, new post, new beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yest was a special day huh, 070707. too bad it didnt really happen that well. Went to SP open house to bring my sec 4s around the campus. Yiling and Ronnie went. So yea toured around and went kajiao-ing my lecturers. haha, it was fun. anyway, it really kinda open my eyes because i didnt know SP actually offers some courses that i thot didnt existed. haha. dilly dallied here and there and their friends came, so dilly dallied again and poof, went off to meet sher to go NDP 2007 @marina. Well, it was okay. The parade wasnt that fantastic as I imagine it would be. Wrong legs and hands during marching can be even spotted in the G.O.H . Disappointing lah. There is this segment marking the 40 years of NS, and all the jets and powerboats and etc came flying in and that was good! haha. I enjoyed that alot. There is this bastard uncle that was so damn rude. No pride in the nation and only wanting to come get goodie bag kinda attitude. Fucked up. Hate this kinda person. But to me, singing the national athtem and saying the pledge was good. It made me feel like a singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, went off to kenny roger for dinner and home-ed. Came home-ed and this fucking person made me pissed off with his arrogance and claiming that was confidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are humans, including myself, like this? When a relationship fails, and you are not the one that initiated the break, you will keep saying that the person is a bitch or a bastard, though you dun really mean it. You will hate the particular person to the core , though deep down inside, you dont really hate him/her? After my past relationship, i figured out that a relationship requires both parties to work it out and not only one. When a something that is wrong starts to happen in the relationship, its the result of two parties, not one. I thought it out straight, shouldnt be caring so much for the two parties and getting myself hurt and not being appreciated anymore. It aint worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed at some people yest. Where is their sense of responsibility and pride? I understand they have their committments and stuff, but having a " i have plenty of stuff to do so i shouldnt care less" attitude is good? As a person who has been through the course, you should know what should be done instead of being asked to do so. Some people, despite countless of repeatition , do not wake up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a difficult place to survive in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625909639133715425-8684616810256159326?l=replaythefuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8684616810256159326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625909639133715425&amp;postID=8684616810256159326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8684616810256159326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625909639133715425/posts/default/8684616810256159326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://replaythefuture.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-so-i-am-here-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jared</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
