<?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-10460157</id><updated>2012-02-03T13:22:17.015+08:00</updated><category term='interesting experience'/><category term='A Blog Post 01'/><title type='text'>Jhobar - Music. Passion. Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is a Trajectory.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-4871066916560973341</id><published>2010-10-13T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:38:49.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yet another year has past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yet so different from the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Searching for myself always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finding myself in new ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Coupled previously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Single, deliberately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where's life taking me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wherever my heart may be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What a year it has been. It's your sophomore year now Jeremy. And you have outdone yourself again. Seeing your wishlist getting striked off one by one, you know you have drive. Seriously babe, i'm proud of who you have become. Your teenage self will look up to you with respect. But keep in mind you have a long way more to go. So many more goals. So much more successes to chase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Remember to open your heart. Remember to let loved ones in. You and I both know that's the only way to true happiness - surrounded by people you love. Material success is lonely without persons to share it with. Love is not all, but it rounds everything most beautifully. You can't live on love, but you'll starve without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I sense that the coming year is for self-discovery. To define who you are. To push your limits, north, south, east, west. It's time for you to catch 22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wish you a bountiful journey. Bon courage et je t'aime, Jeremy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-4871066916560973341?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/4871066916560973341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=4871066916560973341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4871066916560973341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4871066916560973341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2010/10/caught-22.html' title='Caught 22'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-4774596482667902667</id><published>2010-09-30T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:41:47.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draining Vices</title><content type='html'>Amidst the glitz &amp;amp; glamour,&lt;div&gt;Amidst the friends &amp;amp; constant laughter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amidst the new circles and glasses clinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amidst the uprising fame &amp;amp; singing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is a constant Pang, once the mist is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                       Of uncertainty, of escapism brought down and of change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a post-mist depression, a W-shaped plot-line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vices take me. I should fight back. Yet i'm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                   Drained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-4774596482667902667?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/4774596482667902667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=4774596482667902667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4774596482667902667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4774596482667902667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2010/09/draining-vices.html' title='Draining Vices'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-8063023618192540317</id><published>2010-09-18T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T13:57:06.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the 18th of September</title><content type='html'>exactly 4 and a half years from March 18th 2006.&lt;div&gt;Mourn the end of an era.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burn. Heart. Aches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rains. Eyes. Soulless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-8063023618192540317?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/8063023618192540317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=8063023618192540317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/8063023618192540317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/8063023618192540317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-is-18th-of-september.html' title='Today is the 18th of September'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-7772271810344736832</id><published>2010-09-18T02:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T02:19:02.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chances are choices.</title><content type='html'>Have a little faith, dream&lt;div&gt;A little dream, breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little while, take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A journey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, value what's lost, hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little closer, cherish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little more, feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our hearts as one, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chances are, we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never really know, what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To expect, what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outcomes revealed, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is a risk, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are my choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-jho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-7772271810344736832?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/7772271810344736832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=7772271810344736832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/7772271810344736832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/7772271810344736832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2010/09/chances-are-choices.html' title='Chances are choices.'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-2266755629982812809</id><published>2010-05-17T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:34:09.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-piphany on the train ride home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just had an ephiphany. &lt;b&gt;Why are people in Singapore&lt;/b&gt; (and i don't mean just Singapore citizens) &lt;b&gt;rushing into the train all the time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt; They don't let the existing train passengers alight first and prefer to barge their way into the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason 1:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, Kiasu-ism. [*note to foreigners: google the term]. The 'die die must win', cannot lose attitude that all Singaporeans have. But it's beyond that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason 2:&lt;/b&gt; The Singapore population is lazy! Just plain L A Z Y. I have noticed time and time again, the same people standing lip-locked with the train entrance are the ones dashing for the next available seat to plaster their tefal-flat bums on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about it. We have trains that ferry u across a distance which only takes a 20mins walk. We'd rather wait 2mins for a lift than walk up 2 flights of stairs. When was the last time u saw someone voluntarily choose the stairs nearby when the oh-so-ergonomic escalators 10metres away are empty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason 3:&lt;/b&gt; Herd mentality. If others are doing it, I'll do it also lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if one's Not kiasu or lazy, if u have herd mentality: (sub-consciously) Aiya, since everyone already like that lazy and kiasu, I also follow lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a vicious cycle! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to have issues about such mentalities and it irked the hell out of me. Not anymore! Call it apathy with age ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Help Me!]&lt;/b&gt; However, when a rather large woman slightly shorter than I am starts unprovokedly caressing your upper back with her E-cups and you suddenly wonder when did OSIM &amp;amp; SMRT tie up for a &lt;i&gt;standing unit massage chair&lt;/i&gt;, you begin to ponder about the close encounters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know i'm only writing this blogpost now on the train to occupy myself with my random intellect. Anything to distract me (omg, seriously) from thinking she might enjoy her evening-&lt;i&gt;shift&lt;/i&gt; as a massage fixture on the singapore trains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;BeWITCHed, (certainly) Bothered &amp;amp; Bewildered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;-jho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-2266755629982812809?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/2266755629982812809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=2266755629982812809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/2266755629982812809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/2266755629982812809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-piphany-on-train-ride-home.html' title='E-piphany on the train ride home'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-3370459978692284262</id><published>2010-01-22T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:39:07.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>要不要(Yao Bu Yao) by Vocaluptuous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/7l9N_0TtiXE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/7l9N_0TtiXE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't know why, i'm just obsessed with this song and the arrangement! Gosh. Call me a groupie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-3370459978692284262?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/3370459978692284262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=3370459978692284262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/3370459978692284262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/3370459978692284262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2010/01/yao-bu-yao-by-vocaluptuous.html' title='要不要(Yao Bu Yao) by Vocaluptuous'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-4711801393722394010</id><published>2009-10-21T08:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:12:17.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CVYHy5-x_dg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CVYHy5-x_dg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;J'ai compris tous les mots, j'ai bien compris, merci &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Raisonnable et nouveau, c'est ainsi par ici &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Que les choses ont changé, que les fleurs ont fané &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Que le temps d'avant, c'etait le temps d'avant &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Que si tout zappe et lasse, les amours aussi passent &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Il faut que tu saches &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;J'irai chercher ton coeur si tu l'emportes ailleurs &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Même si dans tes danses d'autres dansent tes heures &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;J'irai chercher ton ame dans les froids dans les flammes &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Je te jetterai des sorts pour que tu m'aimes encore &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Fallait pas commencer m'attirer me toucher &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Fallait pas tant donner moi je sais pas jouer &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;On me dit qu'aujourd'hui, on me dit que les autres font ainsi &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Je ne suis pas les autres &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Avant que l'on s'attache, avant que l'on se gache &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Je veux que tu saches &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;J'irai chercher ton coeur si tu l'emportes ailleurs &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Même si dans tes danses d'autres dansent tes heures &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;J'irai chercher ton ame dans les froids dans les flammes &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Je te jetterai des sorts pour que tu m'aimes encore &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Je trouverai des langages pour chanter tes louanges &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Je ferai nos bagages pour d'infinies vendanges &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Les formules magiques des marabouts d'Afrique &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Je les dirai sans remords pour que tu m'aimes encore &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Je m'inventerai reine pour que tu me retiennes &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Je me ferai nouvelle pour que le feu reprenne &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Je deviendrai ces autres qui te donnent du plaisir &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Vos jeux seront les notres si tel est ton desir &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;Plus brillante plus belle pour une autre etincelle &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana;mso-ansi-language: EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US"&gt;Je me changerai en or pour que tu m'aimes encore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-4711801393722394010?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/4711801393722394010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=4711801393722394010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4711801393722394010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4711801393722394010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/10/jai-compris-tous-les-mots-jai-bien.html' title=''/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-3096669627711574185</id><published>2009-10-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:02:31.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st: from Minor to Major</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;What has changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My signature carries legal value, I can be declared bankrupt, I can officially watch R(A) movies, I'm allowed into more clubs... Responsibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm officially my own man. Independent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents, at least Chinese ones, dread this day. The day whereby we officially "chi4 bang3 ying4 le4" = "wings are hard now". The Age of Majority. How many times have I heard my mother say, "when you hit 21 then see how... when you hit 21 then you'll see.. when you hit 21...." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well mom, 21 is 32mins away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She just asked me, "Are you happy?", I assume about the dinner at the Brazillian place on sixth ave, the generous gift from both of them, and the ice-cream cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it made me think. For a moment. Am I happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. I am. I may be cynical at times, jaded at most, even display traces of malcontent, but when it comes down to true happiness - yes I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have what I want. Great relationship, great friendships, family trying to be as supportive as possible, good education, a well-rounded lifestyle. I am happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, why do I feel a nagging self-doubt? Almost like I have more to prove because i'm 21; an adult. Like I can't depend on my youth to get away with as much things as I have. Really, is hitting 21 a blessing? How many times I hear people lament about their youthful days, wishing they were younger and that they can do it all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet this is one of the more enjoyable times of my life, being an undergrad. And that I will miss it once it's over. Yes, live life to the fullest. But why do I constantly worry that I'm not. That i'm missing out. That I will regret. Paranoia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was asked to make a wish at the birthday cake just, I really couldn't think of anything material to wish for. Not any new shoes, new clothes, new laptop, paid vacation. Nothing of sort. Is this adulthood? hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyond 21, no more "official stages" in a person's lifespan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy. I'm an adult. Jeremy has came of age. The Age of Majority. Time to live, in the real world. 5mins to adulthood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Happy 21st Birthday Jeremy. Live well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-3096669627711574185?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/3096669627711574185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=3096669627711574185' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/3096669627711574185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/3096669627711574185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/10/21st-from-minor-to-major.html' title='21st: from Minor to Major'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-9082333168756888481</id><published>2009-09-29T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:30:45.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinkin of you ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZixxpoxCx2g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZixxpoxCx2g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; white-space: normal; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;If I never feel you in my arms again, If I never feel your tender kiss again, If I never hear I love you now and then, Will I never make love to you once again? Please understand... if love ends, then I promise you, I promise you that that i shall never breathe again, breathe again, breathe again, that i shall never breathe again  And I can't stop thinking about about the way things used to be, and i can't stop thinking about, about the love that you made to me, and i can't get you out of my head, how in the world will i begin to let you walk right out my life and blow my heart away? and i can't stop caring about about the apple of my eye and i can't stop doing without without the center of my life and i can't get you out of my head and I know I can't pretend, that I won't die if you decide you won't see me again    And I can't stop thinking about about the way my life would be, No, I can't stop thinking about, how could you love me then leave? and i can't get you out of my mind, God knows how hard I've tried, and if you walk right out my life God knows I'd surely die and i can't stop doing without without the wailing of my heart no i can't stop doing without for i would surely fall apart and i can't get you out of my mind and I know I can't deny it and I would die if you decide you won't see me again...&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-9082333168756888481?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/9082333168756888481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=9082333168756888481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/9082333168756888481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/9082333168756888481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/09/thinkin-of-you.html' title='Thinkin of you ;)'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-2930300770916364081</id><published>2009-08-30T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:16:56.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Singapore because...</title><content type='html'>We speak english, sometimes.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kill me already! LOLOL! ROFL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote a friend, Rey: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Actually it's Leper prins, Zipbra prins, kucky grin, booms, piss off bigeeni (with jins of course), and all the above must be Rat and Lout."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eR65DOtYl5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eR65DOtYl5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-2930300770916364081?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/2930300770916364081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=2930300770916364081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/2930300770916364081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/2930300770916364081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-singapore-because.html' title='I Love Singapore because...'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-351673689764050837</id><published>2009-08-17T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:19:05.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Leap Forward</title><content type='html'>Hello Jeremy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know that tomorrow will be your first day of the rest of your life; your university life begins. Really, it kind of marks the start of you taking charge of your education and the path you want to take in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know as I am writing this, it is actually time for you to hit the sack because you are still nursing a sore throat and lethargy from all that partying a few days ago. So please, take care of your health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot believe it is the day tomorrow. When University life begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long ago was it that you were at your first day at MDC? Looking lost and feeling overwhelmed by all those talents. Feeling that you finally belong somewhere in National Service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long ago was it when you first shaved your head at BMT, marched, climbed and did all those memorable but dreadful things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long ago were you still in Junior College, pinning at the day you will begin University life. Mugging for your A Levels. Admiring the Undergraduate lifestyle and "coolness".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long ago was it when you have constantly dreamed to be a Lawyer and the excitement of law school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Jeremy, how life have spun you around. Secured and excited with a place in Business School now. Anticipating yet, still very afraid of the new environment and study load.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows what's going to happen in these 4 years ahead for you. Opportunities of friendship, of academic growth, intellectual maturity, cultural exchanges, vibrant travels...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew you would one day be in SMU LKCSB and be very content and happy for yourself. Who knew that you would become the person you are today, "burdened" with the task to succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows what I will write to you, 4 years down the road, when you have landed your first job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can tell you is that it is going to be an arduous journey. Lots of ups and downs and middles. Lots of news, olds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'mon Jeremy. Let's start our journey together in 8 hours time. Have fun and remember to stay true to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;C'est la chose la plus importante!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy Ho Jia Jun, B.BM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-jho.sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-351673689764050837?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/351673689764050837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=351673689764050837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/351673689764050837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/351673689764050837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-leap-forward.html' title='The Great Leap Forward'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-1974886106192774520</id><published>2009-08-15T11:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:02:54.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady GaGa - Live in Singapore 2009. "Haus of GaGa",</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYyeT8EcHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OAvxd1v-3go/s1600-h/IMG_2985.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The concert was just awesome! Partied like mad! Screamed, hollered, shouted, danced, played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was just awesome. In a time where pop stars start to look and sound alike, none different from every other, GaGa is just a breath of fresh air!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catchy tunes, powerful fashion, good singing and control, shock factor. Love her! I hope she goes real far and be the NEXT MADONNA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The opening act was Dharni and DJ Inquisitive. Very good set. New stuff from Dharni. Good job bro! You make us all proud! Dharni, btw, is the 8th in the International BeatBoxing Championships in Berlin this year. And the TOP contender in Asia, i.e. Asia's No. 1! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYrBvwsH9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/uiTk3S3KWBQ/s320/IMG_2934.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026914686443474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry bad photo. Haha. I have better ones on Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to wait from 8pm till 9pm (opening set finished at 8:40) before Lady GaGa came on. Was quite tired by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYrA_3i-mI/AAAAAAAAAFw/eNt4u12KSvg/s320/IMG_2936.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026901830302306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took this photo while waiting. Went with Ray and my sis. The plastic fans that F1 gave out was really really useful in the suffocating heat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYrC1OX6hI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Ht2BWpJxAuE/s320/IMG_2941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026933332994578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYrDQuZreI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dT-oIfgl4h0/s1600-h/IMG_2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYrDQuZreI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dT-oIfgl4h0/s320/IMG_2943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026940715085282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she came on, woah! Energy just rushed back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She opened with &lt;b&gt;Paparazzi&lt;/b&gt;, hidden in some form of a formation with three shields. Such a powerful song to open with. I'm still having the goosebumps reliving that exact moment when she came on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYrD8WBgKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nI6KxYK2MKs/s320/IMG_2954.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026952423997602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Following that, she did a few numbers, can't remember the order. She performed &lt;b&gt;Beautiful Dirty Rich&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;b&gt; The Fame&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Love Game&lt;/b&gt; next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Didn't really use to like the song &lt;b&gt;Eh, Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say) &lt;/b&gt;but somehow it fit the set very well. It was a Sing-along song with her and some silly action with the fingers and hands. Very lovely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYthq9FBsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/L1T-V2N_dvE/s1600-h/IMG_2963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYthq9FBsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/L1T-V2N_dvE/s320/IMG_2963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370029662175299266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;She did &lt;b&gt;Just Dance&lt;/b&gt; and it was just party party party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;It was about here where she said that she loved Singapore's Chilli Crabs and the crowd went wild! Haha. Apparently, this concert was the "biggest crowd she ever drew by herself". She said it was about 10,000 people. Who knew... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Also, before she did &lt;b&gt;Money Honey&lt;/b&gt;, she always asks "What do I hate most in the world?", and the crowd was like - - - - - -. I screamed "MONEY!" My sis asked me how i knew.. Haha. GaGa fan babe! C'est moi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYtiAzZYFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/V3IlJmo_LKM/s1600-h/IMG_2967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYtiAzZYFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/V3IlJmo_LKM/s320/IMG_2967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370029668040269906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at her mic stand! I want that too! Darn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYthq9FBsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/L1T-V2N_dvE/s1600-h/IMG_2963.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYtiQjOmII/AAAAAAAAAGo/_GqU9dnEEJg/s320/IMG_2976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370029672267421826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love it when she sang &lt;b&gt;Boys, Boys, Boys!&lt;/b&gt; Before the song she said, "Where are all my gay boys at?!" and the whole park was like - - - - - - - - -. I don't know what got into me, concert high i suppose, I just stood up and SCREAAAMMMED! LOL. I think I made quite the fool of myself that evening.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Took a quote from her concert, everyone laughed when she said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm just a blonde bitch with bubbles". &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;OMG. GaGa. You rock! "Motherfucker", "fuck", "fuck you" were extensively used as well. Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYti5s7FOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lUAe8WWEWyk/s320/IMG_2980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370029683313939682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was about here when she did &lt;b&gt;Brown Eyes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYtjs29NDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TKWW95aa0XI/s1600-h/IMG_2983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYtjs29NDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TKWW95aa0XI/s320/IMG_2983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370029697046230066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, how can she end her concert without doing her MEGA HIT, &lt;b&gt;Poker Face&lt;/b&gt;! She did the acoustic version, asking the audience to sing along first. Finally bursting into the heavy beats and powerful synths! The crowd went mad!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYyeT8EcHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OAvxd1v-3go/s1600-h/IMG_2985.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYyeT8EcHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OAvxd1v-3go/s320/IMG_2985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370035102015582322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sensational Songs. Pulsating Performance. Absurd Fashion. Expletives. Only One &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-jho.convocation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-1974886106192774520?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/1974886106192774520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=1974886106192774520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/1974886106192774520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/1974886106192774520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/08/lady-gaga-live-in-singapore-2009-haus.html' title='Lady GaGa - Live in Singapore 2009. &quot;Haus of GaGa&quot;,'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoYrBvwsH9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/uiTk3S3KWBQ/s72-c/IMG_2934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-6670628882897073478</id><published>2009-08-14T19:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:16:23.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bondue 2009, Biz Sch Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The past few days have been a blast! Literally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11th August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrived at Lee Kong Chian School of Business (LKCSB) concourse. Lots of people with sleeping bags etc. Didn't really need to bring much, stuffed all my sleep gear in my locker few days ago when I had to car to drive down. How forward thinking &lt;i&gt;de moi&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day got off to an ok start. Got to know my group mates and made a few friends along the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you love to party, SMU Biz is the school TO GO! The first day was mainly filled with dirty, crazy activities. Round one, station games or rather, games where they put &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;mud, soy sauce, sand, powdered detergent, toothpaste, chilli sauce, ketchup, oyster sauce, fruits, peanut butter, wasabi, chocolate sauce, flour, dirt water, vegetables, poultry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in and on your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;hair, shirt, shorts, underwear, face, mouth, nose, eyes, body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALL the games included something dirty. There were 10 stations of such games, and I will mention one or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Game: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Play captain's ball with poultry from the supermarket. No ball. The uncooked full chicken is the ball. Forfeit? My team won, so, rub a piece of large squid with flour on the inside on our faces. The losing team? Pass uncooked bloody chicken thigh with their mouths from one team member to the next, timed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Game: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Put on a bra, roll on matt covered with some of the above rubbish and loads of soap water. Collect as much sponges as possible, run to end of matt to squeeze dry sponges and wet clothes. Collect most amount of water to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Bonus points, get as dirty as possible. Roll in pool of mud. Dirtiest team gets bonus points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 8 more of such games. Surprisingly - and i'm not one for such crazy games - I had loads of fun! I suppose because the direction of the games was not so much of "forced team bonding", more of HAVE A CRAZY DIRTY FUCKING TIME! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@ Night was Fright night. They constructed 4 rooms in school and made a haunted house concept. It was quite good i must say. I screamed in the last room; a toilet with red painted over the entire mirror and basin, and "live corpses" around the floor and in the cubicles. No points for guessing when I screamed! Haha. They came charging in a small space. Scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12th August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing race day. Went around Singapore and did many many silly activities. At the end of the day, the most "daring" activity was to force two guys/ a guy and a girl to kiss and/or pass tiny pieces of food to each other with our mouths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shows how sexually concerned and reserved Singaporeans are really. To have that as the biggest dare option. Haha. Like, it has almost become predictable after the 5th station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because the face paint station happened to be our first, my group had to walk all around town area with our faces in red &amp;amp; white Ronald MacDonald style paint. Caught quite a bit of attention there :) Haha. Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@ Night - I went for Lady GaGa's Concert! More on that next!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the concert, it was back to partying again in the school. Abundance of alcohol, with drinking games and the seminar room converted into a dance floor and a DJ! Cool shit! Danced and sweat my night. Was quite sloshed. Don't even remember half of what I did that night. Well, maybe not ;) Now recovering from a sore throat and cold from that night. Hollered, cheered too much in one evening. Pain. Lost my clubbing streak and staying power years ago.. hahha.. aiyo, i'm so "old".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture from the drinking games in our room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoVUwix4hmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2wSUwyPb3jI/s1600-h/IMG_2988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoVUwix4hmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2wSUwyPb3jI/s320/IMG_2988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369791323655669346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoVUwIw3qdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/R6Nrte-pfoQ/s1600-h/IMG_2987.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoVUwIw3qdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/R6Nrte-pfoQ/s1600-h/IMG_2987.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoVUwIw3qdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/R6Nrte-pfoQ/s1600-h/IMG_2987.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;13th August&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break Camp. Most of the "alcohol people" woke at about 10am. One team only woke at about 12pm! Haha. Good memories. Good fun :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now. Reality Check. Time-table's out. Materials uploaded by professors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two years 8 months of zero contact with a full length essay and now..... Classes are starting.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;-jho. blog. teach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-6670628882897073478?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/6670628882897073478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=6670628882897073478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/6670628882897073478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/6670628882897073478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/08/bondue-2009-biz-sch-rocks.html' title='Bondue 2009, Biz Sch Rocks!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SoVUwix4hmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/2wSUwyPb3jI/s72-c/IMG_2988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-4470846597598786358</id><published>2009-08-07T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:08:50.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Points to note</title><content type='html'>Un) Just bought my new study chair! Black. Cheap. Comfortable. Only $75 bucks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deux) Going to pick Pat up from the airport later ;) Serving the deserving like a good "hubby". How domestic! I love driving in the night! Empty streets, good music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trois) Going for the school of business camp on 11th. Hope it's not going to be a chore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quatre) Lady GaGa 12th August @ Fort Canning! EXCITED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinq) Cool song by a Canadian (I think) group. Don't know why I suddenly thought of it. Ahh maybe because of point Deux :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQQuMhajsJI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQQuMhajsJI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;Six) Wishlist on the right is not my idea. Pat said he always doesn't know what to get me, and I suppose it's hard. I hate to be self-promoting, but here's the rationale: Might as well get something I like on the 14th October than some random gift of god knows what eh? At least then I don't have to fake it. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-jho.drive.Will&amp;amp;Grace Season 2.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-4470846597598786358?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/4470846597598786358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=4470846597598786358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4470846597598786358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4470846597598786358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/08/points-to-note.html' title='Points to note'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-7803551338512042363</id><published>2009-08-06T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:00:32.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get off my property! ;)</title><content type='html'>Singapore is really getting too crowded to live in! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently there was an MRT delay today at Jurong MRT (no, not a strike, we're not french). And I needed to be at NUH by 8:45am. I left my house at 7:45am which is usually more than enough, approximately 5-7mins early. But when i arrived at Jurong to change to the next train, the platform was half filled with people! Literally. It looked like NDP came to Jurong on a weekday lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one could get in to the train, there was a queue. Intended to take a picture of the scene but was afraid of running late! So instead, went to take the bus at the interchange. Similarly, the berths were packed with people! I don't usually take the bus in the morning so i'm not sure if this is common, but when I got on the bus, smells (a mix of chanel no.5, some armani and pit-sweat) were the only thing I could think about. Crazy! And then the bus driver kept shouting for the passengers to move back, in Mandarin. I looked around, half the people were of other races lah. Of course don't understand right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if this bus scene was how 70s Singapore was like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also struck me that the MRT scene I witnessed this morning oddly resembles the documentaries I watched about India and its rails. Especially since I saw many many indian workers squeezing along at Jurong this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crowded lah Singapore now.. Sianxzsxzsxxszsx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-jho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-7803551338512042363?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/7803551338512042363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=7803551338512042363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/7803551338512042363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/7803551338512042363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-off-my-property.html' title='Get off my property! ;)'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-2184831124640123192</id><published>2009-08-05T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:12:03.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete: Biddig.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just completed bidding for my modules in the first term of my Undergrad studies. Yes we have to bid for the modules online. Kinda like the system really. Gives you a lot of flexibility to plan your schedule and incorporate activities and/or work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If all goes well, and I will know by Friday 12noon, it should look like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lundi - &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;MGMT002 Tech &amp;amp; World Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mardi - &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mecredi - &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;COMM101 Management Communication &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jeudi - &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MATH101 Calculus (What a bore! I'm forced to do it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vendredi - &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;LGST 101 Business Law&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;+ CORE002 Analytical Skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesdays off! Yay! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope I can juggle work and study commitments. Don't wanna be too shagged out by the end of this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, wanted to share with you this collection of &lt;a href="http://www.citydailyphoto.com/portal/themes_archive.php?tid=31"&gt;City Photo Blogs&lt;/a&gt;. How I wish i had the time and dedication to do a Singapore version. I think there are about 2/3 local ones here already. Check it out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick says i've caught the travel bug, yes I have. Gosh.. so many places, so little time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;-jho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-2184831124640123192?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/2184831124640123192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=2184831124640123192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/2184831124640123192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/2184831124640123192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/08/thoughts.html' title='Complete: Biddig.'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-8422137244581328928</id><published>2009-07-27T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:55:28.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Mode: Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/Sm1f7bJj3QI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Wb6apA1_Juk/s1600-h/61609BrownBlue242Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/Sm1f7bJj3QI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Wb6apA1_Juk/s320/61609BrownBlue242Web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363048205772905730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Italian Chic! Well-tailored mocha suit, bright blue fitting shirt, a dash of &lt;i&gt;cheveux à la poitrine&lt;/i&gt;, and hair that floats in the wind. Simple Time-less. Just plain fab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/Sm1f7GZuLZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mF7GduPfi04/s1600-h/62209GreenME_86Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/Sm1f7GZuLZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mF7GduPfi04/s320/62209GreenME_86Web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363048200203546002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow. Very casual fab. As YSL once said, "fashions fade, style is eternal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/Sm1f6xFEC8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Xm02WncIgBw/s1600-h/62809Slashed_22Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/Sm1f6xFEC8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Xm02WncIgBw/s320/62809Slashed_22Web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363048194479754178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya know what. The sad thing here is, if one were to pull off this look on the roads of SG, it would be laughed at, ridiculed or probably get both whispers and grunts of "ah kua!" (Gay in hokkien). Sigh. This is such a play on fabrics and textures. DOWN WITH CONSERVATIVE FASHION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/Sm1f6UNR6zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CH7tB3SeUPc/s1600-h/62809TwoWhite_25Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/Sm1f6UNR6zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/CH7tB3SeUPc/s320/62809TwoWhite_25Web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363048186729589554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hot Daddy! Very BritishIndia! And the boy.. So cute, so fashionable at such a young age.. I need a tan tote! Then I can pull off my version of this look :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-8422137244581328928?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/8422137244581328928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=8422137244581328928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/8422137244581328928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/8422137244581328928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-mode-deux.html' title='La Mode: Deux'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_VdEYUEX8y-U/Sm1f7bJj3QI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Wb6apA1_Juk/s72-c/61609BrownBlue242Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-7499821683918794845</id><published>2009-07-27T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:22:41.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.D.A</title><content type='html'>Just had a thought come across my head.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never been one who is pro-PDA. I think a lot of couples do it artificially, especially those young tweens at the neighbourhood malls. I mean c'mon, who really needs to hold hands walking in the mall with your school uniform and school bag? And we see this A LOT during Valentine's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never artificial PDA; natural PDA is the way to go - as and when it feels natural, go for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, as I am becoming more and more at ease with my sexuality, including the people around me, I have discovered that I'm less adverse to PDA. I'm not speaking of blatant tongue lashings or nimble fingers traversing around erogenous zones while clothed in public, i'm starting to like the idea of the hand around the waist whilst going down the escalator or leaning against each other on a park bench or maybe even the occasional surprise long hug from the back when meeting for the first time that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how common place gay PDA is in Singapore, but if the govt and its peoples are supposedly apathetic towards &lt;i&gt;les homosexs&lt;/i&gt;, then why are there so few couples - including my own r/s - practicing PDA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fear? Social Stigma? Or is it because of the culture of Singapore, i.e. lacking in romance, warmth, community, open affection?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find it odd. And frankly a little jealous that some couples can openly hug or be close to each other, especially among close friends who know of them as couples. But at the moment it seems only one-sided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;-jho.teach(sigh).footmassage!(hopefully)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-7499821683918794845?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/7499821683918794845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=7499821683918794845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/7499821683918794845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/7499821683918794845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/07/pda.html' title='P.D.A'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-205757791322153031</id><published>2009-07-23T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:44:42.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love for The United States of America.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the US can really get on my nerves. Their take on foreign policy - correction, PREVIOUS take on fp, their manners (i've been my share of bad american behaviour here in SG), their ignorance and the list goes on. Of course these are generalisations.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the recent NYU-ThioLiAnn debate made me believe in you guys again! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And unlike many of the weak student bodies in Singapore, you guys dared to stand up to your seniors and coerced for, no wait, respectfully questioned their decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat that Thio Li-Ann! And stop trying to compare the States to Singapore! We may be better than them in many aspects, but definitely not in Human Rights. You wanna talk about western "colonialism"? the fucking 377A legislature is FROM THE WEST! Even india is getting rid of it. Keep up with the times lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Ms Singapura, if you continue to go sashaying this down-trodden path of conservatism, be sure that more and more doors will close. Once malaysia opens that ship port along the malaysian peninsula, where will you stand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope my generation is less bigoted and sex-sensitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-jho.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Thio Li-Ann and her Mother should just go form a pop-girl band duo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;The S.I.N.Gs! (the Straw In Nose Gals).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Links:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://abovethelaw.com/2009/07/thio_li_ann_hates_perversity.php&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://abovethelaw.com/2009/07/dr_li-ann_thio_v_random_nyu_la.php#more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-205757791322153031?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/205757791322153031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=205757791322153031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/205757791322153031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/205757791322153031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-love-for-united-states-of-america.html' title='My love for The United States of America.'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-1502891628648074853</id><published>2009-07-19T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:56:59.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curveball. Hazard. Believe.</title><content type='html'>When life throws you a curveball, you never know what to do except the right thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the right thing? Socially acceptable? Religiously granted? Morally appropriate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I have done the right thing. If it's the right choice, for me, for my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it does start to &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; clear again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. When life throws you a curveball, do you dodge it? Or try and catch it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many life questions, so many missing answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So young, so mature. Pfff.. Logic never served anyone much good here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Follow your heart"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a load of crap... That veiny organ gives you nothing but a lumpy mess. One lumpy crazy mess. Like how when you have too many appliances and wires at one socket. One lumpy crazy fire hazard. Don't know what leads where. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say, &lt;i&gt;"trust. in a power bigger than yourself"&lt;/i&gt;. Say it. Now believe it please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-jho.sleep.workweek.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-1502891628648074853?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/1502891628648074853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=1502891628648074853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/1502891628648074853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/1502891628648074853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/07/curveball-hazard-believe.html' title='Curveball. Hazard. Believe.'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-6541059506714451549</id><published>2009-07-16T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:32:50.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurred</title><content type='html'>I just discovered that maybe I like to be short-sighted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like how it allows you to not see clearly when you have your glasses or contacts off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your vision is blurred. You feel serene. At peace with the world. Out of depth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crying is best when your glasses are off. The colours, the objects, the lights, all a blurry mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes you feel like you're not in control; one of the rare occasions, almost like you can tell or say anything and it doesn't matter. You're vulnerable, your heart is open. Beyond logic, beyond being sensible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You're right"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just discovered that maybe I like to be vulnerable once in a while. When the world is not going your way and you just have no say. You cannot change the world. It's untouchable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Je t'aime"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like it. I hope I wouldn't bask in the blur forever. But right now. It's all that I can want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-jh.YouI.nc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-6541059506714451549?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/6541059506714451549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=6541059506714451549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/6541059506714451549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/6541059506714451549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/07/blurred.html' title='Blurred'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-10460157.post-5785766028725106940</id><published>2009-07-09T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:57:34.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanda Sykes on Gay Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/1IHdaJOZe7E' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/1IHdaJOZe7E'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL! Must watch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-5785766028725106940?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/5785766028725106940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=5785766028725106940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/5785766028725106940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/5785766028725106940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/07/wanda-sykes-on-gay-marriage.html' title='Wanda Sykes on Gay Marriage'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-9044091319377035614</id><published>2009-07-07T15:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:27:21.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Mode: Un</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SlL2ebYV97I/AAAAAAAAAE4/YxdHXYCZ090/s1600-h/DieselIntimateMarlonTeixeira03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SlL2ebYV97I/AAAAAAAAAE4/YxdHXYCZ090/s320/DieselIntimateMarlonTeixeira03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355613909503309746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (1) Love love love the military green of this brief! And that belt! Very sexy, très chic!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SlL2eKspi3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/6zkyK6Kjn0Q/s1600-h/DieselIntimateSamWay03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SlL2eKspi3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/6zkyK6Kjn0Q/s320/DieselIntimateSamWay03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355613905025076082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(2) Ok. I confess, nothing really interesting about this pair of briefs white except that the guy wearing them has killer abs! Halfway there jeremy, halfway there! If only my estate does NOT have burgerking, long john silvers, kfc and 2 macdonalds all within 2mins walking distance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SlL2dwcFeSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wXbESuOFDKE/s1600-h/DieselIntimateSamWay05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SlL2dwcFeSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wXbESuOFDKE/s320/DieselIntimateSamWay05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355613897976281378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(3) Love the art direction of this photo! Fun fun fun. Hot boobs grrrll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;Semi-religiously following this blog-magazine. They have it both in french and english, but somehow the english one features less interesting stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Français &lt;a href="http://www.commeuncamion.com/"&gt;Comme un camion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English &lt;a href="http://www.frenchtruckers.com/"&gt;French Truckers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jho. rest. play sims. sleep. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Know haven't blogged for awhile; my friend online reminded me that people still actually read blogs. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-9044091319377035614?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/9044091319377035614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=9044091319377035614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/9044091319377035614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/9044091319377035614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-mode-un.html' title='La Mode: Un'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/SlL2ebYV97I/AAAAAAAAAE4/YxdHXYCZ090/s72-c/DieselIntimateMarlonTeixeira03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-7717881095824651438</id><published>2009-04-19T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:22:21.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Choice!</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to really believe that I have chosen the right path to Uni.&lt;br /&gt;And that Law school rejection was a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream: To be a top-level Marketing/Creative/Advertising director!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the profiles and portfolios of top firms such as Saatchi &amp; Saatchi, DDB, Leo Brunett, McCann-Erikson, inspires me sooo much! Can't wait for the day that I can see through my idea from conception to public space! Excite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read an article about students not choosing business school because of the economic climate, P.S. business school is not just about Finance/Banking darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jho. sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-7717881095824651438?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/7717881095824651438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=7717881095824651438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/7717881095824651438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/7717881095824651438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/04/right-choice.html' title='The Right Choice!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-8011844889161937489</id><published>2009-04-05T12:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:16:03.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday afternoon rain!</title><content type='html'>Stuck in a rainstorm on holland rd! Blogging with my E71 hehe.. It,s crazy cold, i'm freakin' wet-but not as wet as this bike: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/Sdg-OGTCv-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/o8rnUMawVdk/s1600-h/05042009015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdEYUEX8y-U/Sdg-OGTCv-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/o8rnUMawVdk/s320/05042009015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321071371667816418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i missed my movie at great world! Knn!&lt;br /&gt;Storm drain flooded.. Quite impressive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jhi. Wet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-8011844889161937489?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/8011844889161937489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=8011844889161937489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/8011844889161937489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/8011844889161937489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-afternoon-rain.html' title='sunday afternoon rain!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_VdEYUEX8y-U/Sdg-OGTCv-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/o8rnUMawVdk/s72-c/05042009015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-4589383936989630790</id><published>2009-03-17T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:06:28.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian Mcknight!</title><content type='html'>Just watched the Brian McKnight concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My golly... He is one fucking hell of a singer! And one freaking talented man!&lt;br /&gt;His control of his voice, his stage persona, his music.. I'm truly blessed to have had the opportunity to watch him live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Esplanade! One of the best concerts you have ever brought to town!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-4589383936989630790?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/4589383936989630790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=4589383936989630790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4589383936989630790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4589383936989630790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/03/brian-mcknight.html' title='Brian Mcknight!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-8129730238898596862</id><published>2009-03-16T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:03:01.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bold post.</title><content type='html'>Woke at 6am this morning. Tone slept over at my place for gig this morning. Interesting experience, but super tiring! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i nap 2pm. Got interrupted by a call from patrick.&lt;br /&gt;Edgar (Patrick's ex partner and ongoing business partner for almost 15 years) bought him a macbook pro. A freaking macbook pro.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was really nice of him; it's such a fantastic gift anyone can receive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the evil jealousy reins. I will not like to admit it. And if patrick or edgar is reading this I don't know how things will go from now on. Seems like blogging gives me a sense of release, at least I know my thoughts are out there for those who care to pry.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll not publish this blog entry. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that comes to my mind is: FUCK! That's a $4000++ gift and Edgar only earns as much as patrick does. I can't help but wonder in amazement. How can one afford such an exorbitant price tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if one is able to, is appropriate to give such a gift? Yes, I understand that any one gift can trump another easily in price. But this is the first time i hear a good friend buying a fucking notebook for another friend. One that costs (presumably) at least a third of a monthly paycheck! Should I practise restraint on gift buying if I am affluent, knowing that my best friend's perhaps Jessica, Yanting or Sergeoh's partner cannot afford the gift I'm purchasing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue here seems to be my basic insecurity. Seems like patrick and his friends have financial mobility that I have not experienced for myself. And that scares me. Couldn't he just have bought something less expensive? A voucher for a future purchase of a macbook or like a time machine ($400+) or something? So many possiblities! "Any other gift would have been a waste of time/money" is not a valid reason to buy someone a $4000+ gift! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that money I can afford a fucking head to toe outfit from any fashion week designer in paris or milan and still have probably cash to spare for accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jealous. Jealous of the financial mobility that I bathe in very often with affluent people and that I am unable to wield myself. And I am tired. I'm tired of fighting my emotions with logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-8129730238898596862?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/8129730238898596862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=8129730238898596862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/8129730238898596862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/8129730238898596862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/03/bold-post.html' title='a bold post.'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-10460157.post-5499899994849439385</id><published>2009-03-09T12:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:14:25.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Village People!</title><content type='html'>It's no wonder people think they're gay.. LOL! Guy is hot though ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8hYtUYiuzkw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8hYtUYiuzkw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-5499899994849439385?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/5499899994849439385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=5499899994849439385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/5499899994849439385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/5499899994849439385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/03/village-people.html' title='Village People!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-7632732744429113326</id><published>2009-03-03T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:54:14.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost &amp; Love</title><content type='html'>Sent off my best friends yesterday and last wednesday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hit me that I'm probably not going to see them for another 10 or so months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost. It's quite sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love. This video also touched me quite a bit. within it's 1min run it almost made me tear. Such a perfect world. Love the soundtrack, the actors are fantastic in delivery and the director is just spot on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have to watch it and love it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLpfHNuhZbk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLpfHNuhZbk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-jho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-7632732744429113326?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/7632732744429113326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=7632732744429113326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/7632732744429113326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/7632732744429113326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-love.html' title='Lost &amp; Love'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-4167377414598224240</id><published>2009-02-19T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:20:00.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks: July 2008 (Ete)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/?action=view&amp;amp;current=july2008-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/july2008-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday Brunch Classic~ Purple mocasins/driving shoes, I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/?action=view&amp;amp;current=july2008-0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/july2008-0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Working Boy~ so hard to pull off this look! Only in Milan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/?action=view&amp;amp;current=July2008-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/July2008-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Messenger Chic~ wish singapore wasn't so fucking humid! Can't wear jackets in the day! Arrrgghhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-4167377414598224240?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/4167377414598224240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=4167377414598224240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4167377414598224240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4167377414598224240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/02/looks-july-2008-ete.html' title='Looks: July 2008 (Ete)'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-2149401323576934869</id><published>2009-02-18T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:22:17.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quote from the website: &lt;a href="http://www.prcouture.com/"&gt;http://www.prcouture.com/&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hiring a PR agency is not cheap, but it’s certainly less expensive than advertising - and when done correctly, it can be much more powerful. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Consumers have become, for lack of a better term, advertising savvy, and they understand the difference between advertising and editorial.&lt;/span&gt; They know that advertisements are bought and carefully controlled. Whether it’s fast-forwarding the Tivo, changing the radio station as an ad starts, or just flipping past advertisements in a magazine, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;consumers’ advertisement filtering systems are second nature – advertisements are generally seen as a necessary evil that interrupts their entertainment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Editorial product placement, on the other hand, is just the opposite – it is the reason that they picked up the magazine in the first place.&lt;/span&gt; Consumers look to their favorite magazine or daily blog reads to show them fresh, exciting new products, trusting that editors only write about things that excite them and in which they truly believe.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true!&lt;br /&gt;-jho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-2149401323576934869?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/2149401323576934869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=2149401323576934869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/2149401323576934869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/2149401323576934869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/02/quote-from-website-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-822815134617320234</id><published>2009-02-05T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:25:25.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TONE on omg.sg</title><content type='html'>TONE appears in OnlineChineseBlog portal!&lt;br /&gt;http://yzone.omy.sg/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yzone.omy.sg/index.php?articleID=10803&amp;amp;option=com_article&amp;amp;task=detail&amp;amp;type="&gt;&lt;img class="bImage" border="0" src="http://fun.omy.sg/image/medium/17419/440d78662a25e1d8dded78b95b15112e" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-822815134617320234?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/822815134617320234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=822815134617320234' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/822815134617320234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/822815134617320234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/02/tone-on-omgsg.html' title='TONE on omg.sg'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-777590575972080350</id><published>2009-01-28T00:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:48:23.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Good Underwear Experience</title><content type='html'>Not much is being said about Men's undergarments. Yet, the market is growing and growing with more and more varieties. Gone are the days when my mom buys my underwear and i'm subjected to the mundanity of pastel coloured briefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good underwear experience today. This is with my new pair of C-IN2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/?action=view&amp;amp;current=C-IN2popcolourgreen.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/C-IN2popcolourgreen.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does it feel comfortable with the soft cotton material, it has a sling support technology and lifts the crotch to give it that &lt;em&gt;fuller&lt;/em&gt; look! Women can have their wonderbras, men can too have our wonder briefs! I normally do not like the waist band for all briefs or boxer-briefs that I wear, but the waist band for C-IN2 has been quite accomodating to movement so far. It also does not leave train-track trail (tongue twister) marks on your hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed to say that I have yet to own a pair of Calvin Klein's especially since they're soooo affordable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good underwear experience is one of enlightenment. That is not to say that one should splurge on 20 pairs of luxury undergarments, save the good underwear for that hot date, that special occassion, those hot jeans/khakis (tip: cotton/soft trousers rather than jeans allows for more protrusion to peek through) and wear the basic ones for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my next G.U.E with Calvins, Aussiebum and perhaps other brands. The Heeren level 4 (i think) has NUM and another store that specialises in men's undergear. Excite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-jho. re-runs of Buffy. sleep. LEAVE DAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-777590575972080350?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/777590575972080350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=777590575972080350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/777590575972080350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/777590575972080350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-underwear-experience.html' title='the Good Underwear Experience'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-1319962422608415348</id><published>2009-01-07T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:01:53.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A drive nostalgic; a future lingering</title><content type='html'>Right after teaching in Woodlands I took the car for a quick spin to the nearby Innova Junior College. I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss how carefree life was. All I had to do was study. Times spent at the library mugging and writing essay after essay. Times spent in lecture theatres listening to Keynesian vs Monetary policies, Malthus' vs Boserup population theories, the tragic flaw of Lear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the wide linkways between blocks and imagined/remembered myself walking those very paths in my hot sauna of a uniform. I stared at the "learning studios" and thought how nice it would be again to sit in tutorial listening to Mrs Naidu leading the class in her worldly unyielding wisdom, Mdm Mas' loud rossby waves and Hadley cell discussions, Ms Lim's marginal social benefit &amp;amp; costs, Ms Baey's The Lion &amp;amp; the Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the track (the smell.. mmmm..) thinking how nice it would be to restart my drills; shuffling, butt-kicks, leg-lifts, bounding, leg-extensions. The anticipation and breathlessness before and after each timed-200m sprint. The sense of accomplishment walking to Woodlands MRT legs all wobbly with a mix scent of sweat and deodrant, 100-plus lime in my right hand, geography "man-killers" on my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared into my past and now when i'm about to ORD, am blissfully reminded how the last 4 years have been. Ups and downs, the coming out, the supression of individuality in a combat unit, basic military training, the surreal diving experiences, failing driving once, travelling to vienna &amp;amp; budapest, getting into MDC and becoming music i/c, performance show-tour to rockhampton, my a-levels results, not making it to law school, meeting patrick, national day parade 08 with Jacintha, Chingay 08, working at Style:Nordic, Tone's inaugural concert a success, making great friends in the process, making life happen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliched albeit true. How time just flew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I do it all over again? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, starting the 21st year of my life, picking up a third language, heading off to business faculty in university - a path which was quite unexpected, about to record an album with Tone, still in a 3 year relationship come march, best friends never left, family trying to stay strong, dog as loveable as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is considered to be living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-jho. shower. decompress. sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-1319962422608415348?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/1319962422608415348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=1319962422608415348' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/1319962422608415348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/1319962422608415348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/01/drive-nostalgic-future-lingering.html' title='A drive nostalgic; a future lingering'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-4765690504371353220</id><published>2009-01-06T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:46:04.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je m'appelle Jeremy</title><content type='html'>Had my first french lesson today @ the Alliance Francaise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fun! Quite refreshing to be learning to (barely) converse in a 3rd language - considering my mandarin and cantonese takes up only 0.5 of my linguistic ability each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quelle est ta nationalite et habites ou?&lt;br /&gt;Je suis Singaporean et habite a CCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quelle est moi profession?&lt;br /&gt;Je suis ORD personnel en Fevrier neuf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an Australian and Japanese babe in my class, with an Iranian man, Indonesian and Malaysian-born Singaporeans and also a &lt;em&gt;Chinoise touriste &lt;/em&gt;in the mix&lt;em&gt;! Tres internationale!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I don't loose steam with this. Jeremy tends to give up on structured learning you see. Unless it's official school work. &lt;em&gt;(speaking in third person because i'd rather not associate with that undesirable trait. Hehe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm off to the gym now. &lt;em&gt;Salut!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-jho. gym. meet pat. sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-4765690504371353220?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/4765690504371353220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=4765690504371353220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4765690504371353220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4765690504371353220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2009/01/je-mappelle-jeremy.html' title='Je m&apos;appelle Jeremy'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-10460157.post-709097138720273972</id><published>2008-09-28T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:09:34.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumber by the day.</title><content type='html'>This is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't converse in full complex sentences nowadays without tripping on my words.&lt;br /&gt;My vocabulory is dwindling and because of my effort to try and dig up complex words to express myself, I stumble on my grammar too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not written a full length academic or journalistic essay for as long as I remember. To be accurate, my A Levels were about TWO freaking years ago! Gosh! That's quite scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ridiculous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst is I cannot bring myself to write a piece. I'm so unmotivated by my dormant linguistic ability.&lt;br /&gt;Where are all my acronyms and my fluent oral expressions?! (no puns here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is frustrating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-709097138720273972?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/709097138720273972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=709097138720273972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/709097138720273972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/709097138720273972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2008/09/dumber-by-day.html' title='Dumber by the day.'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-7552095476781196915</id><published>2008-08-31T09:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:46:13.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-</title><content type='html'>Radio tuned to Lush 99.5, oversoaked cereal on my left, the sun blazing through my window on a misty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pre- work and pre- official vacation day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sick. Can barely croak an octave; still have to sing for work later.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still orally impaired. Can't chew for nuts (or nuts).&lt;br /&gt;Wow... depressing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I can recover from this quick enough. Vienna &amp;amp; Budapest awaits!&lt;br /&gt;I need positive thinking. Positive thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think, I'm actually going on a holiday with my own capabilities, well, considering the I only agreed to fly if the flights are already paid for (Flyer miles!) - I still can't afford expensive airfare! I'd say it's pretty darn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dug up old medication and taken whatever prospective pill I can find.. I'm such a druggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luggage 70% packed. Mood: Mellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jho. positive thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-7552095476781196915?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/7552095476781196915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=7552095476781196915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/7552095476781196915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/7552095476781196915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2008/08/pre.html' title='Pre-'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-4423991391951335307</id><published>2008-07-20T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:31:25.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>"I don't wanna fight anymore.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-4423991391951335307?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/4423991391951335307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=4423991391951335307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4423991391951335307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4423991391951335307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2008/07/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-4532930639640147802</id><published>2008-07-17T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:57:50.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>As you progress in life, do you tend to yearn for simplicity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As youths, we face a mirage of emotions, a buffet of choices and opportunities, a plethora of ideals and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I crave to simplify all that. I crave simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;Just like my desire to change my blog skin to something managable. Something blogger provided. No mess, no tag board, no jibberish scribbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would have been much simpler if I didn't simply crave to practice law.&lt;br /&gt;I would have simply be simplistically contented studying SocialSciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that I do not like the socialsciences,&lt;br /&gt;It is that it's difficult to give up a dream you had since you were eight years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick says I'm going to look back, 10 years down the road and realise,&lt;br /&gt;"Why was I wasting so much of my time worrying about this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I can't imagine myself saying that now. But hey. That's the reality of it as Youths.&lt;br /&gt;Youths who can't see past a period of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can tell me for sure what they can see themselves doing after they ORD?&lt;br /&gt;Who can tell me for sure what they can see themselves doing after University even?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for many little achievements I have attained throughout the past 1.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-SO-TONIC, TONE's Inaugural concert was a success.&lt;br /&gt;I became MDC Vocal Ensemble's Musical i/c - as much as I moan about my job, I do love working with the guys and with TTBB music :)&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes to people's toxicity and am glad i'm out of that environment soon.&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful partner who has stayed true for more than 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;I have a pool of ex-classmates/friends/colleagues that are always there for me&lt;br /&gt;I have Four singers/close friends whom I love and enjoy being around with.&lt;br /&gt;I can potentially travel for 3 times independently this year - more than I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say i'm lucky as it is to have those things.&lt;br /&gt;But yet, I'm still yearning for that place in Law school - local that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I just be resigned to facts?&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETERNAL QUESTION:&lt;br /&gt;Is life telling me I should fight on, stay resilient, build character or,&lt;br /&gt;Is life directing me to another path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I took the road less travelled,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it made all the difference." - Robert Frost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guten Nacht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- jho. "Samantha Who?". sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-4532930639640147802?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/4532930639640147802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=4532930639640147802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4532930639640147802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4532930639640147802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2008/07/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-4487492579247284261</id><published>2007-10-17T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:48:39.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREW LA!</title><content type='html'>Ok.. Don't read this if you don't want to hear me vent my (older) teenage frustration.&lt;br /&gt;YES, because i'm 19 and still in the 2nd decade of my life, i am ENTITLED to vent. VENT on my fucking blog. Vent vent vent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm emotionally stunted. I disguise emotions through logic, intelligence and sarcasm. Deal with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling emotional about things.. I HATE HATE HATE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my first day at SAF MDC - the most heavenly place on the SAF planet. Free and easy use of gym, pool. Early book out. Short working hours (compared to stay in). I get to sing. Its freaking SAF heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET YET YET, I'm soooooooooo freaking irritated. Not at that one person in particular. But at myself. Yes, i can't control my emotions. SOORRRYY LAA! But do you have to be so un-understanding!?!?! Sometimes a girl, i mean a guy, just needs comfort and assurance that everything will be alright... OR A FREAKING SIMPLE EXPLANATION as to why you can't call/text at night when overseas la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BRING IN, "But YOU always knew.. I told YOU that bla bla bla bla.. keep YOUR emotions in check... I NEVER do what YOU ARE doing now to YOU...". YA, you're the greatest. You're emotiopnally steady. You don't break down easily to tears or emotions. You are superior. I admit. And this is not out of spite. You can handle your emotions well enough. You have got years on me to practice that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 19. Emotionally stunted. Unsure of the boundaries of relationships. I always cross the line. I'm soooooo much better at being single. NO FREAKING hang ups. I will not be concerned about what time is sleeping time, what time to call, what to do, how to behave, how to include, how to please. I'm learning to be attached. So yes, give me some credit. Give me some advice. DOn't push me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-jho. no mood for anything but sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-4487492579247284261?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/4487492579247284261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=4487492579247284261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4487492579247284261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4487492579247284261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2007/10/screw-la.html' title='SCREW LA!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-6234927600807926467</id><published>2007-10-12T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T09:22:21.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wish</title><content type='html'>Never been one who indulges in my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in the celebration of ME. There's nothing to celebrate. I'm born on this day (19 freaking years ago). That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm really looking forward to this birthday. Because it's going to have my bestes best friends, family and my partner. May not be the most respectful of combinations, haha, but nevertheless, it's a gathering of people i love. And Moreover, i'm celebrating it with my best friend, Yanting as well! So am really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking all this merry celebration and joyous spirit to spur on certain dreams i hope to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ToNE is still looking for it's official 5th member - Bass, baritone, Tenor or Vocal Percussionist.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that happens soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ToNE is seeking to venture into a full fledge concert early 2008. We have been postponing this for almost two years now.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that happens soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for an acoustic band to perform at open mic sessions. This is to discover my solo singing side.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that happens soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there is a much more extensive wishlist. But since i'm currently on the computer dealing with music related stuff. I'm &lt;br /&gt;hoping for those things at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do visit TONE's blog @ &lt;a href="http://tone-r-us.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tone-r-us.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jho. blog. plan. execute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-6234927600807926467?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/6234927600807926467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=6234927600807926467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/6234927600807926467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/6234927600807926467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-wish.html' title='Birthday Wish'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-9181983135814099312</id><published>2007-08-27T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:52:28.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated Wishlist &amp; great performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1lT-N3c-I4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1lT-N3c-I4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is what i call a great performance! Engaged, focused, smooth transitions and real! Nicole sherzinger is really on her way man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-9181983135814099312?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/9181983135814099312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=9181983135814099312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/9181983135814099312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/9181983135814099312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2007/08/updated-wishlist-great-performance.html' title='Updated Wishlist &amp; great performance'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-6200660970142774295</id><published>2007-08-23T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T15:21:03.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated - Wishlist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-6200660970142774295?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/6200660970142774295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=6200660970142774295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/6200660970142774295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/6200660970142774295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2007/08/updated-wishlist.html' title='Updated - Wishlist!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-5400857148108488031</id><published>2007-08-22T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:52:06.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner on a "nights out"; the military is not my thang</title><content type='html'>Just came back from a nice but short dinner with patrick and his friend wai kong.&lt;br /&gt;Was at CHIJMES at this Pizza restaurant - i forgot the name already. Ooops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some small talk and decent conversation, fairly relaxing until it shifted into my National Service and my attitude towards it. Am actually quite embarrassed about being so direct and curt. Especially since it's only the second time waikong i've actually met waikong. So waikong, if you were ever to read this. I apologise if i'm being too forward and argumentative. Haha. Just my nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This led to somewhat of an insightful discussion with two extreme views of the military in Singapore. Some people (and perhaps most people) feel that national service can also instil some form of nationalistic fevour into the men of the country. I on the other hand, bat for the other team (no pun intended)- (ok, maybe all oun intended. Haha!). I don't believe that the military can instil national pride in me. I'm proud of my country naturally, just not proud of being in the military.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud that we can go for runs in the wee hours of the morning without being mugged. I'm proud that we have a relatively ok exchange rate. I'm proud of the Esplanade. I'm proud that we have swimming pools in almost every major neighbourhood. I'm proud that we have racial tolerance and a diverse range of all things that different races can offer. And have it known that i'm proud of my education system, though somewhat stifling and one-directional, but nevertheless academically apt and enabling; my passport to the world of academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm just not capable of viewing the military as being a source that adds to my nationalism. I'm in the military and i experience first-hand the well-known fact that it is in fact very inefficient at the grassroots. Perhaps i'm just "not that into" big guns (hmmmm....) and big tank tops... i mean Tanks. Or the whole pseudo machoness that my superiors seem to put on just because they are in the military when they are in fact hen-pecked husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very idea that the military is an avenue of nationalism is both disagreeable and yet real to me for i have seen it in others; their eyes gleaming with pride and honour when talking about their 2.5/2.25 years of service for the nation. Yet it is not at all applicable to me for the time i feel most proud about my country is when people talk about how we have progressed economically and socially. And this is felt most during my student years. During long lectures with my mind drifting into never never land (no, not Michael jackson's), i find myself thinking that the lecture room i'm sitting in is actually a well spent investment on students of this country. The rewards are world renouned scholars and professionals in various fields. Visiting two of my favourite Singaporean establishments the Esplanade and Changi airport also brings me great pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of certain things my country has constructed, but see/feel no pride in the military. I just have different visions of when a country has done good i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to put yes to command school on that faithful day and end up being a specialist or an officer, i would think that i'd still keep the same opinion i have today: I'm proud of my country, I'm willing to serve my nation as it needs my help. It is my responsibility. But I do not have to like the responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My affair with SAF is hopefully a short-lived one. Like all bad marriages from the start, it has to end somehow someday. We just have to spend some time in settling all the responsibilities and will be back to being singletons- joyful and out of each others' faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-jho. sleep. another day in camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy Birthday to Angie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-5400857148108488031?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/5400857148108488031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=5400857148108488031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/5400857148108488031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/5400857148108488031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2007/08/dinner-on-nights-out-military-is-not-my.html' title='Dinner on a &quot;nights out&quot;; the military is not my &lt;em&gt;thang&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-1612244716804383943</id><published>2007-06-30T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T02:21:30.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged - Favourite Food</title><content type='html'>Hmmmmm... I've been tagged by my god pa on this chain blog thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav food fav food... Hmmmm.. Can't think of any one in particular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. But what drives me absolutely nuts is the food at Maxwell Market. Woah! Shiok-a-dang-dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Hokkien Mee to the Fish Soup to the famous Tian Tian Hananiese Chicken lice! I can't choose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if i am interrogated (notice the militatized choice of diction :# ) between these three, it would have to be the Chicken Lice. Coz that is what else epitomizes the Singapore cuisine. Our famous chicken rice-s around the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Lice. Fast. Easy to eat. Fragrant. Take-away-able/Dine-in-able. Satisfies the hungry. Simple: Chicken, Rice, (optional) Soup, Occasional Veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tag&lt;br /&gt;JASMINE - my fellow alto from TONE. &lt;br /&gt;HAO REN - my fellow classmate from Innova&lt;br /&gt;JADE CHEN - my fellow classmate from Innova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============================================&lt;br /&gt;The following text was copied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposition: What is your favorite food in your state or country? Requirements: Find some info about the food and show delicious pictures of it. Quantity: FIVE PEOPLE. Tag Mode: You leave their blog and post link and add to the list below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mybabybay loves Asam Laksa from Penang, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;JustMyThoughts loves Penang Char Koay Teow&lt;br /&gt;My Lil Venture loves Laksa Sarawak&lt;br /&gt;Monterssorimum loves Teluk Intan Chee Cheong Fun&lt;br /&gt;Chinnee loves Melaka Wan Tan Mee&lt;br /&gt;PeimunLeah loves Hakka Lei Cha&lt;br /&gt;Hui Sia&lt;br /&gt;Jonamum&lt;br /&gt;Karen loves Pan Mee&lt;br /&gt;Something about Lai loves Crispy duck skin from China&lt;br /&gt;Simple American loves Cheese Enchiladas&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Tan loves Char Tau Kueh&lt;br /&gt;Velverse loves Otak-otak&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Ng loves Jawa Mee&lt;br /&gt;Fatty Poh loves Nasi Dagang Kelantan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wmw loves Kuih Tutu.&lt;br /&gt;Nigel loves Char Kway Teow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-1612244716804383943?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/1612244716804383943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=1612244716804383943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/1612244716804383943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/1612244716804383943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2007/06/tagged-favourite-food.html' title='Tagged - Favourite Food'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-4126473804984869992</id><published>2007-06-18T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:33:47.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genres that Define Jeremy Ho</title><content type='html'>Genres of music i absolutely love - R&amp;B, Soul, Pop, Jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am having my Marigold Peel Fresh orange juice and listening to the lastest downloaded album: Rihanna's "Good Girl Gone Bad",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"... under the umbrella ella ella eh eh eh/under my umbrella ella....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/X7bK4Vee36M&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="&lt;a href="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;http://www.youtube.com/v/X7bK4Vee36M&lt;/a&gt;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder why I love these genres of music so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm, starting to love Peel Fresh orange juice. Maybe it gives me pseudo comfort that i'm finally drinking healthy - amidst all the crap sweet drinks around. Plus the vitamin C! Worst, i drink it by the carton, a carton a day! Quite scary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes. R&amp;amp;B, Soul, Pop, Jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought like 5 CDs in the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That CD Shop along Scotts road always has this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 for $49.90&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thing going on for current releases. And since my mom dragged me to her shop at far east plaza to help renovate after POP on the 12th, i thought i'd just escape by the overhead bridge to a CD store where my soul can truly regenerate itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Pachelbel Canon in D by Vienna Boys Choir along with some musky Enya track was playing in the background, i just randomly chose 3 CDs to buy. Call it retail therapy of the 2nd highest order (Highest being Clothes and fashion!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landed with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine McPhee's self titled debut album &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[In the cover, she crowns a hairdo that of a pasar malam auntie selling handphone covers/takoyaki balls with this seriously bumble-bee looking outfit. Katherine McBee?? - I know not funny. Just laugh la!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 - It Won't Soon Before Long &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[Much more respectable CD cover]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayne Ward's self titled debut album (deluxe edition) - of which I have yet to listen and review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May, i also bought &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Joss Stone's "Introducing Joss Stone" (acclaimed to be her best and most personal album yet)&lt;/span&gt; and Michael Buble's "Call Me Irresponsible".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&amp;B and Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have always been my groove through life. Sexy, slick, smooth, rhythmic, melodic and filled with harmonies (most important!). Think i'm attracted to this genre because it's generally Feel-Good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most fav. R&amp;amp;B artistes ever? Mariah Carey, Beyonce, Joss Stone, Anita Baker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spells itself. Catchy, idiot-proof melodies/harmonies, dance-able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most fav. Pop artistes ever? Woah.. Difficult to list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm.. Probably the likes of Maroon 5, Daniel Bedingfield, Kylie Minouge, Pink, Madonna, Rihanna, Janet Jackson, James Morrison, Fergie, George Michael, Nelly Furtado just to name a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jazz (or Ballads).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music nowadays are filled with fusion sounds. Quite improbable to pin down one song to a particular genre. Jazz and/or Ballads often come together in this generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the likes of Michael Buble, Renee Olstead. Jamie Cullum, Josh Groban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'd just like to say NORA JONES is getting on my nerves! Everytime her &lt;strong&gt;"new"&lt;/strong&gt; song plays on MTV, I MUST change the channel even if i've been sitting my lazy ass on the couch for the past two hours watching Judging Amy re-runs too languid to reach for the remote! Her &lt;strong&gt;"new"&lt;/strong&gt; songs are starting to really irritate. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's always the same old moaning, mumbling singing and expressionless, autumm-coloured, progressively-slower-walks-down-the-streets music videos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't her creative team have any other ideas up their little heads???? No wonder she didn't win any more grammys after her debut album Come Away With Me - which is one of my pride and joys in my entire CD collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the blacksheep of the family, I have regretted buying stuff like the new INXS - Switch album which i would gladly switch for even a linkin' park CD! Or maybe not........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with Ricky Martin's - Life album. Besides the good looks and nice body in the album's pictorial, it's hardly worth two loops. He's just a more buff Enrique Igloosiass (bleah~~) with the same penchant for over-the-top choruses and under the bridge soft verses (which i cannot deny is quite soothing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also regret buying albums where I only like the single and nothing else - impluse buys! This rarely happens but it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... Jason Mraz's "Mr A-Z". After three loops, it filled me with this icky feeling. Like green slime mixed with pink candy floss stuck in my throat. Dunno why also....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos... Army life sucks, Law school rejected me, My body lost it's desirable muscular mass, I'm using a non-camera phone and i'm PES-fucking-A which means a high chance of a combat vocation in NS. Life just does not give you smooth concrete paths all the time huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss my army buds quite a bit - the waking up and team-bondedness. The late nights of talking cock and tau-pokking (Bom bom, bom bom, bom bom bom!) Oooo well.. We have to move on i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbin was fun though @ Zouk. Caught Jane and Aaron in the queue and actually managed to gain access to "The Nest"! Felt so darn exclusive man! But exclusitivity isn't exactly my clubbin style. Prefer to jam and mosh with the masses. More thrilling to know you're one in a crowd and nobody's watching what you do (like take of your singlet) except your friends.. Heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, a relaxing weekend was just what i needed. No hassles. Just movies (Fantastic 4 &amp;amp; Ocean's 13!!), meals and shopping.. Would have loved to have gone swimming or the beach though.. Bad weather..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-jho. Notes On a Scandal. prep music for teaching tml. sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-4126473804984869992?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/4126473804984869992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=4126473804984869992' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4126473804984869992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4126473804984869992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2007/06/genres-that-define-jeremy-ho.html' title='Genres that Define Jeremy Ho'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-2597306860363126930</id><published>2007-04-30T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:37:36.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog Post 03</title><content type='html'>Heading back into Regimental Hell tomorrow evening. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Let me just state an irony: We're suppose to sing army songs that dictate how "[we] don't want to lead an army life" with extreme fevour and gusto when marching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the army for you. Ironic and Regimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to want to go into OCS or SISPEC for the moolahs. But think it's a bad idea now especially since I absolutely hate the regimental lifestyle the army so proudly parades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, might as well standardise the length of our pubic hair!? Goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am considering SAF Music &amp; Drama company. Think I might enjoy that vocation much more than OCS or SISPEC. Of course, once out of OCS &amp;amp; SISPEC, life would be tonnes easier. But the grueling 9 or 5 months of training respectively is enough to kill someone's strong sense of individuality. And my individuality is something that is very important to me. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time, OCS and SISPEC seems out for me. But may change my mind in the course of the next few weeks. We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky that I have friendly bunk &amp; platoon mates. Can get along quite well. Except for the occassional irritants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out the last few days. Am quite shagged. But home-bed rest still beats the rotten tekong bunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came out on friday evening. Spent friday night with Jess, Joe and Yanting just chillin out at the void deck. Was quite nice actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a closed door sale at Park Hotel on saturday with jess and joe. Bought quite some good bargains that day. The whole day was mainly shopping. Spent like almost my entire allowance from SAF la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- 2 Tops (from Sale)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Addidas Bag for sis (from Sale)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Addidas Shoe (from Sale)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- 2 Singlets from Topman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was invited as a guest to a fashion show by Style:Nordic (the store i used to work at) at Bianco in the late evening. Brought Joe and Jess along as well. So fun! Mis'chevous, the drag queen, was hilarious as usual.. Haha.. And the clothes were fantastic on the models (of whom are ordinary people; not professional models and are regulars of Style:Nordic). Catching up with Chris, Jonas and the new girl that took over my job was fun. Quite nostalgic. Nice people. Nice Store. Nice Environment. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the early afternoon. Finally some quality sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Went to view car showrooms. Dad getting a new car.&lt;br /&gt;Persuaded my family to go to the Lexus showroom, though we have no intention whatsoever to get such an expensive car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE LEXUS SUV: 400h Hybrid! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;You feel soooooo empowered just sitting in the driver's seat of that SUV.&lt;br /&gt;It's 3.3cc (big, powerful), partially electrically powered (environmentally friendly), spacious, sexy, sleek! I'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;The price is slightly crazy though. $200 000++ Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;It's not called a DREAM car for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late. Went out to buy stuff for Field Camp.&lt;br /&gt;Bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Army stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- New Underwear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- A stack of DVD-Rs to clear space on my comp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Joss Stone's "Introducing Joss Stone"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Michael Buble's "Call me Irresponsible"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Music &amp; Lyrics"OST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh.... I'm such a spendthrift! Spent like almost $300 in the past two days la. Including drinks at Mox and what not. Shit...&lt;br /&gt;And my phone bill is like $366 from the diving trip last month. Arrrggghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'd have to make it to OCS/SISPEC to sustain my flagrant, hedonistic lifestyle afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to blog soon again. Can't wait for next weekend! I miss P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-jho. watch d/led ugly betty. sleep. buy food for bunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-2597306860363126930?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/2597306860363126930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=2597306860363126930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/2597306860363126930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/2597306860363126930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post-03.html' title='A Blog Post 03'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-1837991363731167306</id><published>2007-04-04T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T00:01:46.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time. Emotions. Priorities</title><content type='html'>Time is a funny thing. Especially when I'm a young man living in my light years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time whizzes past so quickly these days.&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing about time is that when you need it the most, you get the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diving has been awesome. Met tonnes of new people, had tonnes of laughs, relaxing holiday overall. And of course, fabulous company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is also filled with expectations. When you expect you would get something in a period of time and if it just goes by, you cannot ever get it back and it's sad to see it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder how people can remain in relationships with such a lack of time in their hands. Time devoted to work, studies, commitments outside of a relationship seems to be taking precedence at times. And it it such times that you feel that a relationship is really such a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm in an emotional state right now, but this question has been popping back into my mind recently: Won't it be sooo much easier if one were to be single than in a relationship during periods where time is short? How wonderful would it be if human beings were to be able to turn emotions on and off. E.g. if time were short, just switch emotions OFF and stay single for that busy period till we're once free again to resume loving someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blaming time and fate. Maybe fate is causing obstacles to obstruct the growth of the relationship or maybe it's a test. I don't know. But whatever it is, it's irritating the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15+2 days we cannot be together now. And on the 18th day, it's not even a good whole full day. After the weekend, we do not see each other for a whole month and a few days again. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be great if we could just shut off emotions for a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just not meant to have relationships. Coz they have relationships with other things in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priorities: Some place romance over work, relationships over work. Some place work over relationships and over personal life. Some place their dogs over their partners. Some even place electronics over human interactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, some people may just not be cut out for work/relationships/personal lives/partners/human interactions. Maybe that's how the way things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds extreme? Yes. It's a simplification. But I may believe that how we craft our lives  to suit our lifestyle is an art by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one knows:&lt;br /&gt;- priorities stay with work, don't pursue a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;- priorities stay with relationships, dont pursue time consuming work&lt;br /&gt;- priorities stay with electronics/games, don't presume human interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's easier to do either or instead of juggling both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jho. sleep. nurse illness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-1837991363731167306?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/1837991363731167306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=1837991363731167306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/1837991363731167306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/1837991363731167306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-emotions-priorities.html' title='Time. Emotions. Priorities'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-5590843039261104425</id><published>2007-03-25T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:44:05.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blog Post 02 (From KL, Malaysia)</title><content type='html'>Just arrived in Kl yday.&lt;br /&gt;During the trip up, was a bit frantic cos I couldn't get reception on my phone at all.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, another administrative inefficiency!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody fuck M1 officers (as well mannered or kind as they are) activated auto roam on my dad's phone instead of mine! - Both lines registered under his name. This ie when they freaking repeated 98756630 to me twice and said they were going to activate it. pfffff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*arrived in KL, used Godpa's phone to call*&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Hi. I;m calling from KL here. My phone did not seem to have roam activated on it, can you check&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Sure sirrrr (roll tongue for 3 seconds).&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Sirrr (roll tongue 1 sec), your number is not activated on roam sirrr. The other number is.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Oh my god, how kuku is this? How can you make such a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;(Jer, feeling a bit embarrassed having said "kuku" to the M1 Lady)&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Can you change it?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Yes sirrr. Sorrry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by administrative inefficiencies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: I'm here to pay my application fee, by cash.&lt;br /&gt;SMU finance dept receptionist: By Cash or Nets?&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Cash. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Recep: Ok. can i have your application number?&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Oh? Sorry.. i just dumped my form into the box, don't have the number anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Recep: I need number to open your account. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Let me check my bag. *Checks bag* Sorry, I don't. Can't you just check for my application from my name?&lt;br /&gt;Recep: Oh ya. Can. What's your full name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W A H  P I A N G  E H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dinner with Mrs Naidu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a relaxed and humorous dinner. First, had to meet part of the class at Cityhall to lead them to clarke quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Naidu couldn't find King's Satay Club as well, so had to meet her and bring her with the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was quite tasty, but not as conpared to Newton Circus. But was pleasant la. Food in small portions (which was good cos left space for dessert).&lt;br /&gt;Conversations were funny, tonnes of jokes etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my teachers and classmates at Innova. Such a friendly bunch of people with no airs; except a few people whose egos are larger than life. But shan't mention who cos wanna maintain good relationship with classmates in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with a bang - literally. My phone went kaputt after i dropped it 2metres away from me in the MRT station! Half of the LCD screen cracked and bled. Quite traumatic, especially since the phone belongs to patrick. Eeeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeeway... Luckily I bought muy "NS phone" on the same day. This Nokia 6030 non-camera phone. Not very comfortable not having 3G functions, USB connectivity etc etc. But will live la... Life of an NS man lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Diving Lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's first day of Diving lesson. I'm just a few days away to a full diving certification! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are theory classes to take and a book to read. No yay.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there's a video to watch for every chapter to easy learning. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned quite a lot of stuff regarding dive equipment operation and the basics of diving.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna spend 6 more hours in the pool tml. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got my &lt;a href="http://www.scubastore.com/product.asp?pais=UNITED%20STATES%20OF%20AMERICA&amp;idioma=eng&amp;amp;id_familia=3&amp;id=18&amp;amp;id_modelo=3268&amp;marca=CRESSI&amp;amp;tipo=FINS&amp;subtipo=&amp;amp;desde=0#"&gt;flippers,&lt;/a&gt; snorkel, dive boots and mask. All blue and too cool. ^_^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm v tired now. Gotta go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Naite Nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jho. sleep. study. dive lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-5590843039261104425?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/5590843039261104425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=5590843039261104425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/5590843039261104425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/5590843039261104425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post-02-from-kl-malaysia.html' title='A Blog Post 02 (From KL, Malaysia)'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-6721619478898222432</id><published>2007-03-22T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T18:42:31.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of a Small Chapter</title><content type='html'>Here it is. The end last day of work (i.e. last day of work tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun working at &lt;a href="http://www.stylenordic.com"&gt;Style:Nordic&lt;/a&gt;. Lots of hilarious times as well as painful periods.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's almost three months into 2007! And i'm enlisting in less than a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is these times when you transit from normalcy or a routine that you are used to to another chapter in your life that you feel weird and can reflect that Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;It's the same for my post-a level period - though my transition is pretty smooth as immediately after A's, i rushed for a relaxing trip to Western Austalia and then had a cappella commitments till Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the week in Jan where I had absolutel nothing to do that made me think about how time flies. Wonder if I will think how time flies when I'm in my 30-40s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for a DIVING TRIP this weekend to &lt;a href="http://www.redang.com.my"&gt;Redang Island&lt;/a&gt;, East coast of Malaysia! Going to be a qualified diver ^_^! I can't wait to relax and do lots of sight seeing underwater. Yet, i also can't bear to leave Singapore for this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Time to spend with partner before NS.&lt;br /&gt;2) Time to exercise extensively&lt;br /&gt;3) Will have problems with SMU law interview arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;4) Time with best buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the positive side, I will be able to see my Godparents, enjoy sun sand sea and chill out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dream Scenario: Godparents + Sun Sand Sea + Partner + Best Pals + SMU law interviewer + Running Track @ Redand Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they make these items mobile. Isn't Mobile Godparents, Sun Sand Sea, Partner, best pals etc etc the way to go for the 21st Century?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Gotta blog off now. Classmates are waiting for Your Majesty Truly to take the escalator down to City hall to meet them. Dinner with Mrs Naidu and my class! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jeremy, signing off at Starbucks Raffles City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-jho. dinner. chill. 1/2 pack backpack. sleep. work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-6721619478898222432?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/6721619478898222432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=6721619478898222432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/6721619478898222432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/6721619478898222432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2007/03/end-of-small-chapter.html' title='End of a Small Chapter'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-3241080506478752878</id><published>2007-03-12T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:08:29.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IJC PROM 2006</title><content type='html'>Prom happened months ago and I didn't blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since i was recently in school and hanging out with classmates. It reminded me of prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation for prom was qutie fun. Had a drastic hair colour change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sec school, i dyed my hair golden brown. For JC, i dyed my hair ash. "Drastic-ism" is key for prom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/Image027a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfdone hair pic - pre colour, post bleach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/Image028a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is on the morning of prom, was actually at rehearsal man! How hardworking a singer am I?? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/Image029a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class at Prom.. Oh my.. i miss you guys leh.. I miss doing all those stupid stuff in class and just hanging around bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/Image030a.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Prom was some prom clubbin' - tradition by many JCs in singapore. Part of my class went to MOS to party... But we eventually felt ripped off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOS music was soooooo bad that night and the crowd was ridiculously gross. Ah bengs were hanging around looking like they were to punch any thing that moves, dancefloor was packed to the bone, music was only occasionally good.. Never thought an international brand such as Ministry of Sound would leave such a bad impression. I'm starting to thing that international brands are starting to lose out to the more local brand clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same for The Clinic at the Cannery (covered in next blog post).&lt;br /&gt;PROM club pic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-3241080506478752878?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/3241080506478752878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=3241080506478752878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/3241080506478752878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/3241080506478752878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2007/03/ijc-prom-2006.html' title='IJC PROM 2006'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-3696012536155982760</id><published>2007-03-12T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:42:22.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blog Post 01'/><title type='text'>A Blog Post 01</title><content type='html'>Finally uncovered a name for a random post rather than trying to scour for a title all the time; "A Blog Post - -" seems apt enough. Heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anniversary and Birthday in a single weekend this weekend simultaneously! Whoow~~ Lots to do (no pun intended. lol!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts to buy, Rings to choose, Itinerary to plan. I usually dismiss such stuff and think they are unneccessary, but somehow when you're in it, you willingly want to do something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes. Less than a month to NS Enlistment. Wonder how will I change or how will my relationships with people around me will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say NS men after the 2 years would have "mellowed", become more "blunt" or lost their youthful edge. Hmmm.. Wonder if i will adhere to the nuture principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah~.... Potential sad things aside, let me feature some of the pictures that i have on my phone.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;This is a typical symptom you would normally get after 2-3 drinks at a club OR very strong alcoholic drinks. In this case study example, it was a drink of a fruit (lemon) sweet wine and the very strong digestive italian wine, Amaretto.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I look Hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a pic taken in my godparents' car while we were driving to a place in KL. Hah! It actually says "CAY 8838" but someone stuck some kind of a plaster or sticker on the plate. Look carefully.. It's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the toilet at a wedding that my godpa Allan was planning and designing. Darn cool.. &lt;a href="http://www.justheavenly.biz"&gt;They&lt;/a&gt; don't just design the wedding area, even the toilets are decorated. And p.s. the entire male toilet flower design is my creation! Good to know &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have Design in my blood&lt;/span&gt;.. Hehe.. Not spectacular, but it's the first time i ever did such design work. Skilful teachings from Design Master Da Allan. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do hope i can make it to NUS Law. &lt;strong&gt;Been meaning to study law since a tender (literally) young age of 8! 240 places available!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMU Law also seems like a prospective choice with it's double degress Law &amp; SocSci (Sociology). My dream combination is of course Law and Anthropology (offered only at London Sch of Economics), hence SMU is close enough. But i dont' just wana dabble in corporate law! Arrrggghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If can't make it to both Law schools, i think i'll just do Sociology &amp;amp; Econs in NUS or SMU or an overseas university under a scholarship. The prospect of studying social sciences overseas doesn't seem that bad either. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NUS Law&lt;br /&gt;2. Smu Law OR Sociology &amp; Economics Overseas (on scholarship)&lt;br /&gt;3. Sociology &amp;amp; Economics in NUS/SMU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANNA GO TO LAW SCHOOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*brawls*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-jho. gym (hopefully). watch Alias season one rental. sleep. run in morn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-3696012536155982760?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/3696012536155982760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=3696012536155982760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/3696012536155982760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/3696012536155982760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post-01.html' title='A Blog Post 01'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-7244522294992064468</id><published>2007-03-08T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:15:52.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting experience'/><title type='text'>The Curse of the 4D Auntie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Centuries" ago, when I was underaged i have been mistaken for someone much older.Passing off as a 20+ (i.e., 22, 23, 24) was not a problem.Bouncers at clubs, surveyours on the street, insurance sellers and even estate agents have mistook me for being Financially able, Older and Eligible for what they have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But miraculously, compared to the more established occupations, it is the 4D auntie that required my i/c to confirm my age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;==Conversation==&lt;br /&gt;* I walked over to the counter with my pre-ticket numbers *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4D auntie: xiao di ah, ni zhen de shi ba shui ma?         &lt;br /&gt;                   [Direct translation] Little boy, are you really 18 years and above?&lt;br /&gt;* 4D auntie gives a knowing smirk *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: (I REFUSED TO GIVE AN ANSWER!)&lt;br /&gt;* Jeremy gives an annoyed-irritated sigh (that of which i always gives bouncers thinking i'm younger than the age requirements) and provided my i/c to prove i'm legal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4D auntie: hao hao. san quai.         &lt;br /&gt;              Ok ok. three dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: Mm. (Dissatisfied tone)&lt;br /&gt;* Jeremy paid and walks away, with an air of elegance *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Soooo hilarious! I knew that someone would someday catch lying that i'm older, but i never did know that a 4D auntie would be the first to do that. Moreover, even think that i'm younger than my years!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sure one hell-of-a virgin 4D experience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jho.  Work. Dunno yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-7244522294992064468?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/7244522294992064468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=7244522294992064468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/7244522294992064468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/7244522294992064468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2007/03/curse-of-4d-auntie.html' title='The Curse of the 4D Auntie'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-5863506521534152388</id><published>2007-02-09T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T23:25:52.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream</title><content type='html'>Been out of the blog for awhile now... But i guess people reading my blog are kinda used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to pen down this recurring dream I have. Or at least i think it's recurring - could very well be Deja Vu. You never know with dreams.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;I always dreamt of two young boys - probably primary school kids - trying to plug-in some sort of a nuclear or explosive (basically lethal) machine into a house.&lt;br /&gt;The house resembles my previous HDB Executive Mansionette in its first floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically the two boys ran in with the machine, which looks like a vaccuum cleaner or those fans public toilet has to dry their floors frantically trying to find a power socket to plug it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the house were two teachers; one chinese lady and one malay lady wearing a blue tudong; and a young boy of age similar to the other two boys. Probably dressed in the same uniform as well. My gut tells me that in my dream, the two antagonists were plotting the death of the third boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the the malay teacher in the blue tudong basically helped the two boys by pointing to the power socket which was near the piano (similar to where the piano was in m previous house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first boy then mumbled or proclaimed something to the people in the house as would any villian in B-grade action movies, and turned on the machine and ran out of the house and locked the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first boy realised that his partner was not with him when he left the house - this was realised when he was sitting by the staris outside the flat at the corridoor. It was a corner HDB flat. Then the 2nd boy suddenly appeared walking down the steps to which the first boy was sitting on worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two boys went to open the gate and door and there were tonnes of smoke (again, that of a B-grade explosion scene) in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember exactly what they saw, whether it was corpses or there were no one. But i think i saw corpses in the first enactment of this dream and none in the 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream ends here and I woke up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sooooo weird... I don't know what it is trying to tell me or what it actually means... It's just freaky. Hmmm.... Anyone can decipher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jho. Work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-5863506521534152388?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/5863506521534152388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=5863506521534152388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/5863506521534152388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/5863506521534152388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-dream.html' title='My dream'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-4662594095031041257</id><published>2006-12-23T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T23:25:51.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early</title><content type='html'>Wow! First time in a long time i'm home this early! Quite refreshing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had gig at the home of this ESPN lady at Serangoon gardens. Very nice people. Very warm and welcoming.. It was also very warm, literally. Haha.. But all was good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's is TONE's official last X'mas gig. No more x'mas songs for another year! I can't believe it's x'mas in 2 days already. Gosh. The year just zooms past me like that. I know this might be a little morbid and stuff, but it's times like these that makes me wonder about death. As time whizzes pass so quickly, during the brink of our deaths, how would we recall our lives? Haha.. Okok. Crap enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the events, all the people in our lives-  so much has been collected in my mere 18 years of existence. What will I be in 60 years time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this hails me to think, Tone has progressed quite a lot in the past year. It's been one year officially that this (hopefully longlasting) set of singers are together. We've grown in our blend and most certainly our stage quality and stage "babble" (if you may).&lt;br /&gt;Wonder again, how will we be in say, 5 years down the road... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas always begs alot of questions. I think it's the love and the general social atmosphere. Everyone is about gathering and loving and vacations that it makes you take things out of their system for a bit and acquire some thoughts about life and how it has progressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just the end of the year; as they always say, an ending begs more questions than answers. Ok, i admit, that is not what THEY always say, but what JEREMY HO always thinks.&lt;br /&gt;Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to something less lunatic-ish:&lt;br /&gt;Tone bought wine for Angie &amp; Alex as a x'mas gift and I was the one that chose it and paid for it first. And again, the lady at the counter did not ask for my i/c. Do i really look that old???&lt;br /&gt;goodness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is TONE's official X'mas picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/DSC03730.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random comment: Careless whisper by George Michael is THE Make Love song! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember to tag guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Joe, just got back. Gotta go meet him. Night night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jho. Eat. Sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-4662594095031041257?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/4662594095031041257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=4662594095031041257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4662594095031041257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/4662594095031041257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2006/12/early.html' title='Early'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-116654308307681097</id><published>2006-12-19T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:44:43.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it is.</title><content type='html'>=Life update, Begin=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now post A levels. One (some ex-students say the most) trying period of my life is over!&lt;br /&gt;Finally get a chance to blog again i.e. Finally get some free time/some time to babble instead of regurgitating population data/geographical processes/shakespearean quotes/economics concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thoroughly busy after the exams. One day after the last paper and i'm down for a trip to Western Australia (Roadtrip vacation). It was fantastic! Beautiful sights, slowed down pace, new experiences and most of all, great company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right after the trip was straight down to rehearsals in view of X'mas performances which are still going on. Busy busy busy. Literally no time to breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that everything has more or less settled down, repertoire fixed, attire fixed and i've got into the routine of travelling in and out for performances, i have more time on my hands to head to the gym/chill out/watch movies. But of course swimming or running is out of the question since it's still pouring for the 2nd day non-stop! Arrrggghhh.. Where's my beloved Sun!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I have to say it's a little cosy and romantic wiht the rain going on. Too bad it falls on weekdays - all those missed time in the afternoon cuddling and relaxing on bed... Mmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe's away on holiday with Dad and brother. I miss him a lot. Miss those silly late drunken nights. He'll be back tml! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so.. Still looking for a job... Sent in 3 applications for part-time work yesterday: 2 service staff positions &amp; 1 writing work. No reply from them yet. Wonder how long will they take? Or maybe i'm under-experienced. Hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will be heading to KL from 27th-30th! Whoohoo! Can see god parents again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Life update, Complete=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here are some little photographs taken from Western Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WAInnovaatMeelupbeach.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think this would be a good Innova picture! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WAPatatMeelupbeach.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same beach with Patrick in the picture ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WAJeremyatmeelupbeach.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same beach; This is actually the first beach we came upon on the trip. It's off the tip of Bunbury county, called Meelup Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/Image022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd beach we arrived at. Camped here for the night. Gorgeous sky at night with gorgeous view in the morning. Actually took this picture with my phone! Damm solid phone la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WABusselltonbridge.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love this pic. Thanks to patrick, i look dashing. Was a little peeved at that time though, if you can see from my body language/facial expression. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WABusselltonbridgewalking.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Busselton bridge as a runway for Jeremy Ho. The wind was blowing too darn strongly though, my clothes all to one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WABusseltonBridgeArty.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this one, i took it myself! Love it! Just look at the lines.. very arty (i feel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WACrazydriver.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy driver.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WASunglasses.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WANgilgiCave.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can say I have actually been to a LIMESTONE CAVE! Booya! Haha.. It's the Ngilgi cave (what a mouthful) in Yallingup, south of Perth. It's absolutely gorgeous and very deep. U actually find breathing slightly more challenging when down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WANgilgicavewithppl.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staglamites and Staglacites: When i was there, i actually forgot how they were formed. Hurray! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WAPatstuckinngligicave.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WALighthousePatbottom.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WALighthouseMebottom.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WAPJ.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of the light house in Dunsbourough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WAMylupBeach.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another arty shot. This one's at Mylup beach, the last beach we camped at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WAWalabeast.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see any kangaroos, but saw a wala beast at least. Haha.. It was posing for patrick to snap! How adorable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WAFreemantleBirds.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferocious birds in Freemantle. Tackling the plates for leftover foods by the docks.. Quite scary. Reminds me of Singaporeans at a sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/WAMagaretriver.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at Magaret River in the magaret river county. Very quaint and relaxed little town. Was also around the corner by car which i bought my Dad's birthday gift: a Vasse Felix merlot (red wine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. That's all for now.. Will blog soon again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a gd'dae mate! *_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Jho.Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-116654308307681097?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/116654308307681097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=116654308307681097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/116654308307681097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/116654308307681097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life as it is.'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-115484720869093787</id><published>2006-08-06T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T18:52:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UK Trip</title><content type='html'>Arrrrgggghhh.. Stupid Subway! Now it reminded me of UK. The sandwich is the culprit. Funny how a type of food can make you reminisce so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the introduction video to Innova JC's UK Humanities Trip 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gKin038I9Fc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the ending video to Innova JC's UK Humanities Trip 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkNhSTnKs9o" width="600" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always makes me wana cry and fly back to England now to especially visit Lake District.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;-Jho. Nap. (try to)Study. Study. Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-115484720869093787?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/115484720869093787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=115484720869093787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115484720869093787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115484720869093787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2006/08/uk-trip.html' title='UK Trip'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-115478920406927186</id><published>2006-08-05T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:46:44.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSI Aug 2006 / Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to Ms Nathan Idol August 2006!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- where the best antics compete to be crowned Ms Nathan idol 2006 -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Nathan Idol July 2006 was "if the the water don't drink the horse, bring the water to it"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will be Ms Nathan Idol August 2006 (MS Idol August 2006)? Let's find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Contestant number 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[MS tries to change the font size on the word document]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[MS highlights the entire document, manually by mouse]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[MS changed the font size and tries to get it back to normal (i.e. without black highlighting)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[MS clicked and clicked and clicked and cannot change it back]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MS says: Why is it black?? (tone: naive and child-like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Contestant number 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MS supposed to say "She is groomed to be a Handmaid doing laundry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ms says: She is groomed to be a laundry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Contestant number 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MS suppose to type, "Abuse of women by men"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MS first typed: "Abuse by men of women" - somewhat grammatically wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MS then typed: "Abuse of men of women"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Contestant number 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MS suppose to type: Elvis Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MS typed: "Elvis Priestly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[Lecture group laughed and told her directly]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MS says: "What's wrong!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Judges' comments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tough choice.. We really cannot decide, it seems to be a fight between contestant number 1 and 4. But we really cannot tell which is the audience's favourite.. We'll just have to tune in next&lt;br /&gt;week for more MS Idol August 2006 action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Host:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. You heard the judges right! We'll just have to tune in next week for more MS Idol action! Do post your votes on the tagboard on which MS Idol contestant you would like to move on to the next round.. Remember, your votes count if you want your favourites to stay in this competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again this is Host, signing out. This has been Miss Nathan Idol!&lt;br /&gt;- miss nathan's cute and creeeepy laughter plays on as background music together with some 80's spastic animation -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watched "Lady in the Water" with Patrick today. Very very nice show.. very literary.. tonnes of equivocation and double plots going on.. Go watch it for the perfect practical criticism opportunity! (hey.. gimme a break.. i know i am making excuses for watching a movie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh and subway's choc-chip cookies are to die for ^_^ Starting to like subway for meals... I think I miss UK that's why.. Hai..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woooow.... My mom just came back from HK and got me 2 billabong berms and a new mp3 player! :D Well.. it's an mp4 player and it is a hong kong local brand i think.. But who cares! Finally i have something to listen to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It looks like an iPod nano firstly, which i feel is quite a "poser" design (i.e. trying to copy iPod). The size and outlook is very similar. But the functions are quite advanced!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's 1 Gb.&lt;br /&gt;It has a movie player (though screen is puny and you can't see nuts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has a mp3 player&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has a picture viewer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has the radio function&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It can record from the radio (like a creative)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's only S$100 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha.. seems like a good deal to me la.. Lack of brand name, but heck, i'm not a label queen anyway.. Who gives a heck about the brand name when ultimately looks, feels, sounds good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Digression: I cannot stand ppl who go for brands just because of the brand itself. Like wtf lor.. I mean, you can wear Giordano or hangten and with the correct match of shoes, accessories, body type etc, you can look like a run way model. It's all about pulling it off! Cheap pasar malam clothes? Go get 'em if they flatter you and your look. Don't look down on those pasar malam clothes man.. Some (though rare) can actually accentuate your outlook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Jho. Sleep. Wake up. Swim Study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-115478920406927186?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/115478920406927186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=115478920406927186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115478920406927186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115478920406927186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2006/08/msi-aug-2006-rants.html' title='MSI Aug 2006 / Rants'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-115442716353905185</id><published>2006-08-01T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T18:12:43.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent happenings</title><content type='html'>TONE has &lt;a href="http://the-ones-never-early.blogspot.com"&gt;got a blog&lt;/a&gt;! Finally! It's just a simple design though.&lt;br /&gt;Ray wants to create a radioblog where tracks of our recordings can be played. LOL.. Must gain the consent of the rest first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to tag and stuff.. Will upload some photos soon! Oh.. and if you would want to look at some of our latest photo collection called "Toilet Album" (direct translation from Mandarin: che4 shuo3 zhuan1 ji2) it can be found in&lt;a href="http://jamula.multiply.com"&gt; Jun Kai's multiply account&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh! Ms Nathan came up with another hilarious scene again!&lt;br /&gt;You have to dramatise this a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[chatter chatter chatter...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MsNathan: Why is there so much chattering in the lecture hall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[chatter chatter chatter...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MsNathan: Please keep quiet so I CAN hear the noise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[Tranquil silence]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MsNathan: [Silent, with a face in deep thoughts]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;                      Ok.. Now we can continue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! You should just experience the moment.. hahahah.. It's almost as hilarious as the quote she made earlier (ref to earlier posts)! Hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. On a bitchy-ier note. Here we were in the library. Some of us studying and some of us (me) sleeping. And the entire library was being very noisy. So my friend Weeling said out loud serving as a reminder.&lt;br /&gt;Weeling: Guys, can you please keep quiet? This is a library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here comes this ultra cunt (pardon the all intended diction) who thinks she own the bloody library said, "Whatever la". WHAT THE HELL!&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and glared at the group she was in, but didn't know who is she exactly. I suspect IT IS the one carrying the polka dot bag. What a lame-ass, inconsiderate, bimbotic cunt! Don't you have any social decency?! Probably not la! Seeing as it is how high your skirt must have been, displaying your nonoque and what not! - Or maybe i just don't like her face - But hey, seriously, "whatever la" ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fucking library for god's sake.. Maybe since your private parts are silent, you should keep your mouth silent too - since they mainly serve the same function anyway, i.e. to excrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one who bear grudges or hold anger/irritation for long. But till today, since last week thursday, I am still holding that bitch to her words. Yes, we're teenagers, we are allowed to show angst once in a while. But fuck yourself when you're being totally inconsiderate! BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. That was an angst statement. Oh well.. Off to shower and study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Jeremy. Study. Red bull. Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-115442716353905185?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/115442716353905185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=115442716353905185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115442716353905185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115442716353905185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2006/08/recent-happenings.html' title='Recent happenings'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-115364523666169589</id><published>2006-07-23T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:52:20.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>George Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;George Michael &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Controversial. Talented. True.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WuGwsEncNl0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here comes one for the ladies&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who love me&lt;br /&gt;To think I thought I could be some kind of family man&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I was straight&lt;br /&gt;But I shouldn’t have worried&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos my Maker had a better plan for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And I’m dancing with the freaks now&lt;br /&gt;I'm havin’, I’m havin’ so much fun&lt;br /&gt;What you sow is what you reap now&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do my dance with everyone&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been getting too much Sun&lt;br /&gt;(Yes I’m dancin’ with the freaks now)&lt;br /&gt;We’re havin’, we’re havin’ too much fun for them&lt;br /&gt;Look who’s talking Guilty feet now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you people&lt;br /&gt;It’s an easier affair&lt;br /&gt;Not living my life with other people on my mind&lt;br /&gt;No, got nothing to hide from anyone&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m walking on new air&lt;br /&gt;Just living my life&lt;br /&gt;Better believe I'm gonna get what’s mine&lt;br /&gt;See I don’t have the time&lt;br /&gt;For the haters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the time that I wasted&lt;br /&gt;How careless of me&lt;br /&gt;Too young and stupid to see&lt;br /&gt;I put my life in their hands&lt;br /&gt;(Gonna look for Cupid, man)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I know that they want me to hate them&lt;br /&gt;There’s no hurry&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just have to be the bigger man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Chorus::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you people&lt;br /&gt;It’s an easier affair&lt;br /&gt;Not livin’ my life with other people on my mind&lt;br /&gt;No, got nothing to hide from anyone&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos I’m walking on new air&lt;br /&gt;Just living my life&lt;br /&gt;Better believe I’m gonna get what’s mine&lt;br /&gt;See I don’t have the time for the haters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let them tell you who you are is not enough&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let them tell you that it’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;Or that you won’t find love&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let them use my life to put your future down&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let them tell you that happiness can’t be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it to the streets&lt;br /&gt;There are stories you can keep&lt;br /&gt;They’re just passing you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let them tell you who you are is not enough&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let them tell you that it’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;Or that you won’t find love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t let them use my life to put your future down&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let them tell you that happiness can’t be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice eh? Can't wait for the CD to come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;CONTROVERSY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is his thing. Something i absolutely admire him for.. His ability to put into music his opinions, thoughts and ideas - however provocative. Listen to his albums, you can just do an entire General Paper syllabus from his songs! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;From discrimination to politics and the works, George Michael has put it in your face, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MUSIC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing i marvel about him is that he is able to do it seamlessly, by employing both LYRICS (of which he actually sings most of it! Unlike other "musicians")and MELODY with today's popular style of electronic music. In other words, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;he merged the conventional form of music with the contemporary style of music.&lt;/span&gt; And yet, he is still able to capture fans like myself of whom is a firm believer of harmonies, melodies and lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no comparison of George Michael with the likes of 50 cent? 40 cent? ummm... snip dog? snoopy dog? and ummm.. what's their name.. oh yes.. Link In Park? No no.. Linkin' Park.. Yes? I mean, does anybody realise those people are NOT SINGING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want someone with an opinion of the world? Someone who is angry with it? Someone who knows how to display it without destroying a guitar (and destroy forests) or wears tonnes of gold EVERYWHERE? George Michael's your guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Provocative ideas put in true enjoyable music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;VIDEOS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should go to &lt;a href="http://www.georgemichael.com"&gt;his website&lt;/a&gt; and take a look at all the videos. Especially "Shoot the dog" (below) and "Freeek '04" (below). Definitely provocative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His videos are filled with special effects! Totally fun to watch! i.e. "Flawless (Go To the City)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote lyrics from "Freeek '04": &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'c'mon kids don't be scared, it's a tits and ass world you've gotta be prepared'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;STATS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Birth name: Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5' 11" (1.80 m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;TRIVIA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was arrested in early 1998 at a public restroom in Beverly Hills for commiting a lewd act in front of an undercover police officer. He has since made a music video mocking the whole incident. The arresting police officer has since filed a civil suit againt George for defamation of character. It was dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is of Greek-Cypriot heritage from his father, a restaurant owner, who emigrated to the U.K. from Cyprus, in the 1950s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Michael: "I still believe that music is one of the greatest gifts that God gave to man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His controversial single "Shoot the Dog" (released 2002) had a video that ridiculed Tony Blair, Cherie Blair and George W. Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/crhbT-OLcQg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freeek '04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RYRkLaVCMSw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Jho. Out to dinner. Study. Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-115364523666169589?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/115364523666169589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=115364523666169589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115364523666169589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115364523666169589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2006/07/george-michael.html' title='George Michael'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-115347752543421564</id><published>2006-07-21T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:06:08.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.O.N.E</title><content type='html'>"and the 1st runner up of the College category is..... a group that is made up of singers from 16 to 18.. TONE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ru4CZ1_RF58" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's the video.. Can't believe I am showing this performance! Embarrass ah! (And you guys better tag on my board!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We (TONE) won 2nd place at the National A Cappella Championships 2006!&lt;/span&gt; It was quite a success, though with mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the same was as Jasmine did - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bitter sweet. We (or at least I) did not think we could have gotten into Top3 much less top 2 in lieu of the 3 NUS groups that have participated in the College category. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the consolation prizes were slowly being eliminated one after another, we started to get nervous. Finally, it was down to two groups, Resonance &amp; TONE. There are only 1st and 2nd prize trophies, the rest are consolation prizes. So we knew that we weren't part of the consolation prizes. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was that period for me that I really really wanted us to be FIRST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I am very glad and happy &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[note choice of diction].&lt;/span&gt; Not exactly satisfied with our performance in terms of pitching and stage presence- our voices were tired from all that rehearsals in the afternoon, pre-competition. The monitors were also pretty weak, as in, we can't really hear ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Point to note: Never rehearse extensively pre-performance, will tire voices.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, Ray, Jasmine and myself are preparing for major exams end of this year and Chin and Jun are also busy with exams prior to competition. Schedule was very tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Thanks Chintow &amp;amp; Jas for making shifts and sacrifices in terms of schedules!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!! No excuse, a not so well done performance is just a not so well done performance. No excuses of tiredness/of no prior preparation. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Must be professional&lt;/span&gt;. Not well prepared means not well prepared. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That is the mentality I think most teams or people in life should adopt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONE has come a long long long way.. From the &lt;em&gt;"kayu"&lt;/em&gt; performance style to a slightly improved flexibility and the &lt;em&gt;"crash chords"&lt;/em&gt; pitching to the nicer blend. I'm truly excited by our major improvement, if not anything else. We have come a long long way... truly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T.O.N.E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Voices. 3 age groups. 1 harmony.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/DSC03509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/DSC03508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okkkkkk... I know.. Corny statement, but i can't think of anything else la.. Haha! Maybe you guys can help? Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watch out for our up-and-coming blog! And remember to come watch the performances! (listed in previous post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jho. out. study. sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-115347752543421564?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/115347752543421564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=115347752543421564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115347752543421564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115347752543421564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2006/07/tone.html' title='T.O.N.E'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-115323008481414733</id><published>2006-07-18T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T01:30:50.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>05A21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sudden urge to post stuff I have of 05A21 - My class in IJC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's an &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://s34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/?action=view&amp;current=1980sclipin200605A21.flv"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;introductory video&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;! It looks very 1980s with the sepia format. Play "Stupid Girls" by P!nk to go with this clip. Very suitable. I was bored. Ms Nathan is late. We (I) play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOOBIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/10-05-06_1347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare touch my boobies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will charm teachers with those honky tong tongs! Don't challenge my T(temporary)-cup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a gorgeous picture.. Seriously! It's like Innova is being engulfed by a dark aura, and yet mantains its shine and power. Wooo~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decipher the Da MsLim Code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally... Jannnnneee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is disappointed by the fact that the class thinks her jokes can go to hell. But is secretly wishing for suicide.&lt;br /&gt;"[You] have miles to go before [you] sleep", Jane.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't "take the road less travelled by", cos' it will make "[a huge ugly] difference" on the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called boredom and refusal to study due to nervousness from the stress of the a cappella competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! The egg in the microwave oven just exploded and my entire house power got tripped. LOL! So funny...&lt;br /&gt;And my parents HAD to shout.. They just have to shout and make a huge fuss about such a trivial issue. Ya know.. Sometimes i ponder, is it because of the inability to hold on to their children that led them to start to be more talkative; trying to be more active in the family i.e. instead of the children constantly haunting them and being irritating by their side in the past, it is not reversed, with the parents haunting and irritating their children.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jho. (try to) Study. Sleep. College. Lecture @ NJC. REHEARSAL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-115323008481414733?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/115323008481414733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=115323008481414733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115323008481414733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115323008481414733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2006/07/05a21.html' title='05A21'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-115315058701046274</id><published>2006-07-17T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:05:28.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/steve_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL! Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.greenchameleon.com"&gt;Green Chameleon&lt;/a&gt;, a resource blog from the company Straits Knowledge. Isn't he handsome? I can just slot him into any pringles ad! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;People say, by staying gorgeous one is high mantainance. Who knew looking ugly can be so expensive as well? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NAC 06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS! Competition is stiff man! So many good groups are competing! How is TONE going to triumph??? Stress ah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;College&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not go to school today, was studying a bit in the morning, but was not was not as efficient as i'd like it to be. It's okay! Tomorrow, school ends at 140pm. YAY! Study Study Study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diarrhorea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.. Am watching desperate housewives now. Andrew (Bree's son) is such an asshole! No pun intended. Sometimes quite painful to watch. Desperate housewives is really getting too heartaching to watch. The kniving wives are just too much to handle.. seriously.. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/DSC03356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The YHA Ambleside Hostel we stayed at during our stay in Lake District, England. Gorgeous isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-Jho. Grey's Anatomy. Sleep College. Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-115315058701046274?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/115315058701046274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=115315058701046274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115315058701046274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115315058701046274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-hell.html' title='What the hell!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-115280757071631391</id><published>2006-07-13T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T14:46:44.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A Cappella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Kai is insulting Chin Tow on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Ray is (extremely) excited about the costumes.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine is not on MSN but apprehensive towards the costumes earlier.&lt;br /&gt;I was busy typing the damm heritage fest script - Lit skills applied - YAY! I studied.&lt;br /&gt;Tow's complained she is too short to fit into the vietnamese costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Heritage Fest @ Suntec Tropics Atrium Recap:&lt;br /&gt;We wore the nice but dumb looking costumes.. ~below~ Haha.. Quite hilarious. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The sound check was fantastic&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; But then the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sound engineer screwed up during our first song! Kiam pa!&lt;/span&gt; Our morale fell.. And it tumbled all the way into our last song.. Which sucked big time! Hopefully the audience did not hear what we heard! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Juicy was apparently one of the better songs&lt;/span&gt; though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/ToneHeritageWeb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/ToneHeritageWeb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. as you can see.. or hopefully hear, TONE (5 member a cappella group which I belong to) is doing really well.. Slowly and steadily progressing. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Singing technique and performance still need quite some work. But i think we're our greatest critique&lt;/span&gt; - especially Jasmine our secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, we know we have faults, but nobody seems to be improving rapidly. Hmmm.. And irritating enough, no one in TONE dares/wants/tries/claims to pick on my mistakes in singing bass. Either 1. I'm too good. 2. They're too shy and think i'm too good. 3. I'm only singing bass and never anything else, they don't sing bass, they don't know bass, they shut up and let me stay in isolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to expand our horizons and seriously listen to more (good) music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully, we're going somewhere with this. I think if we stay on longer, it will be wonderful by the time we all hit 21 and above! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;At least on my part, I really hope we can become the next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idea.com.au/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Idea of North&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;! 5 man band that can sound absolutely tight and clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noTe to Tone:&lt;br /&gt;- Please listen to more sops, altos, tenors, baris, basses respectively. Idea of North (ION) is a good group to listen and copy. If all of us can sound like the ION singers i.e. can hold solos, can hold harmonies that sound like a solo line in itself yet blend, can have large ranges. Perfect!:D&lt;br /&gt;- Listen to more English pop singers that are within your range&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gig Updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;20th July at Esplanade Concourse – Competing in National A Cappella Championships 2006&lt;br /&gt;24th July at Esplanade Concourse – Performance 7:30 &amp;amp; 8:30&lt;br /&gt;28th July at St Magaret’s Sec – Vocalpoolloza: A Cappella Dance Party 7:30-9:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't miss a single performance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chintow's contribution to TONE's (up-and-coming) blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/tonebeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;College&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy as usual. Stress ah.. To many things to study! Need to work doubly hard now. Prelims 1 results aren't even satisfactory much less spectacular. Don't even know where to begin. Am seriously starting to loose hope in my ability to enter Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My new policy: "Don't know where I'm heading. Just Study."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Really am interested to try to take up Anthropology&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;/ Sociology in FASS ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Patrick says Anthropology is very high in demand right now.. Consultants that have training in that area are highly demanded!&lt;/span&gt; Maybe i should do it! Since i'm able, and like to work with people and analyse relationships. Evidence: I didn't study much for "The Guide" as much as my Shakespeare paper, but is able to write a good essay on the Universal quality of a typical Indian -culture based novel. Hmmm... Good to have alternatives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Law OR Sociology/Anthro (for now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought Nelly Furtado's new CD - Loose [Wanted to buy Mariah carey, but thought mimi is worth less than Nelly Furtado] Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Dionne Warwick&lt;br /&gt;Idea of North - Mas que nada (I'm obsessed!)&lt;br /&gt;Toni Braxton - He wasn't man enough for me&lt;br /&gt;Laura Fygi - La la la la love song&lt;br /&gt;Rag Fair - Love love couple furi furi de chuu&lt;br /&gt;DHT - Listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Neri Per Caso - La Raccolta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/DSC03350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- Jho sleep. Study. Movie. Dinner&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quote of the Month:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"if the water don't drink the horse, bring the water to it"&lt;/strong&gt; -Ms Evelyn Nathan, Innova JC 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-115280757071631391?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/115280757071631391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=115280757071631391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115280757071631391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/115280757071631391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2006/07/recovery.html' title='Recovery'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-114641492715659785</id><published>2006-05-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:44:05.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Jazzy Fuzzy</title><content type='html'>Am appreciating my best friend Joe a little more now. Went out on thursday to watch The Wild - quite a nice show, but a little skimpy on the plot. (Can't wait for X3!!) He liked the movie although didn't show it much. Patrick said me and Joe are like a married couple.. LOL! He likes to switch off and I like to diss and be negative about the things he do. Which is not absolutely wrong I guess.. Haha! Guess when you're close to someone, you tend to have a bit of misunderstanding here and there, especially when &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the things the other person does matter, a lot.&lt;/span&gt; Went out with him today (30th April) for lunch, then wanted to do track training or gym, but it poured, so stayed at home for awhile and went out with Joe to shop for his t-shirts. Didn't get anything at the end of the day. Arrrgghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going back into bodybuilding though and wants a training partner; I tried on some clothes at Giordano for fun and looked like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a little boy in his father's apparel&lt;/span&gt;. THUS, we decided to train together - he bulk me up a bit, I bulk him up to 2nd or 3rd position at least in the competition; Symbiotic Relationship. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/DSC03087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Picture of Sergeoh (Joe) and Myself - Darn gay sial!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not hit the gym in a week. Not because i'm sick (I am well now btw), but because of my stupid bruise caused by the drawing of blood due to the NS checkup. &lt;strong&gt;FUCKERS!&lt;/strong&gt; My bruise now extends &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15cm long and about 4 cm wide right smack on my forearm and lower biceps&lt;/span&gt;. Hurts to even extend my arm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least the good thing is that I am a PES A. Plus I got gold for my NAPFA this year. Not sure how many consecutive golds i need, but doesn't matter, gold since Sec 1. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;YAY! 9weeks of BMT only! ^Y^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick's friend just got tested HIV positive. Shit man! Da Nigel's cousin/friend just got cancer. Shit! Sad news revealed to me.. Sigh.. Cancer - cannot prevent, it's just a pity. HIV - CAN prevent, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PLEASE USE PROTECTION&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note (no pun intended), I have rehearsal with TONE tml! Yay! Can't wait to sing again.... I finally did an arrangement of my own that is SINGABLE; no more &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson's Since You've Been Gone&lt;/span&gt; crap arrangements. I arranged the song &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juicy by Better Than Ezra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. YES, it is the one you hear on the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Desperate Housewives ad on Channel 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! I hope it works. We're singing it for the first time tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just bought the Jason Mraz's Mr A-Z CD. Songs are fantastic! All self written and fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you want to see how my Dog looks like, here's a picture taken a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/DSC03003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want these PANTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/rufskin2006_1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.. randomly posting pictures. I am still in awe of the html wonders!&lt;br /&gt;There you go. A post for those hotly requesting one from me (a.k.a Jeffrey.. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT POST: I Promise to showcase artistic and beautiful pictures. Some of my "&lt;strong&gt;artistic" photography&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;beautiful people&lt;/strong&gt; and pictures of my &lt;strong&gt;godparents' you-can't-believe-it's-edible cakes&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jho. Ice swollen arm. Sleep. Run. Rehearsal. etc (not mentionable) etc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-114641492715659785?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/114641492715659785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=114641492715659785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/114641492715659785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/114641492715659785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2006/05/crazy-jazzy-fuzzy.html' title='Crazy Jazzy Fuzzy'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-114562810562883713</id><published>2006-04-21T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:16:50.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrrgghh!</title><content type='html'>This week has been a tad bit off track from the normal cycle of a school week. I am sick. Still am. Slightly.&lt;br /&gt;Have not had track training this entire week.. Legs really really really itching to run! Arrgghh! The gym as well.. My entire body is soft - So irritating! Very uneasy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as with my illness, i have not been resting as much as I should. In fact, i have been having ice-cream, macdonalds, and even slept at 12plus last night.. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Was supposed to go clubbin' tonight! Arrrgghh! I should be styling my hair now, putting on some snug fit clubbin' wear and heading down to town in an hour or so! But instead, i am stuck at home. No worries. At least i did something constructive so far this evening - hung dry the laundry and understood the animations on my &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;geog&lt;/a&gt; teacher blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;a&gt;on weather and climate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Educational&lt;/a&gt; Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my &lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Am a bit shameless here. But also, am practising how to type html links without always referring to my template settings! I am suck a html idiot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much work to do over the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know where to start. Hmmm.. How about planning first? Right. I'm plan my schedule first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a gig tomorrow at the Ritz; a private charity event I think. Itching to sing and harmonise! Arrrggghh! Darn illness! I can't even reach an E now without using throat voice - OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Didn't manage to meet Pascal (my friend from Germany) when he was in Singapore. Damm it! I have not seen him for almost 2 years now... And it is all because of college work. Damm the Singapore education system! You want us to be civilised and social and network? Give us the bloody time please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Speaking of governance:&lt;br /&gt;-- Not sure if i will get sued for this or not, but i'll practice self-censorship anyway --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The dialouge session with the Minister Mentor seemed to me to be one huge joke. Well at least 60% of it was a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1) It prints a bad impression of intellectuals in Singapore. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MM Lee already established the fact that the PAP, like any self respecting political party, would not extend a supporting arm to help the opposition gain power. It's simple logic isn't it? Who would help their "enemy"? And yes, I agree there isn't fair play in Sg politics. The PAP has dominance over most GRCs. Yes, it isn't fair. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DEAL WITH IT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am especially irritated by the undergrad male who was wearing the Grey Shirt. Just when the intellectual lady undergrad in white brought in a new topic of poltical freedom of speech through podcasting and such, the Grey Shirt Male HAD TO bring the discussion BACK to the lack of fair play! What the hell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To put it in local terms, "wake up your idea la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2) The "If I am arrogant, would I be talking to you?" statement, is indeed arrogance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TONE is everything my dear respect MM Lee. Your tone to that, although somewhat pretty (but otherwise I hate her nasal voice) lady in green is &lt;strong&gt;arrogance in it's own right&lt;/strong&gt;. I think most people were laughing with me when we watched the programme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And, my dear respectable MM Lee, though you may be the figure head of the PAP so to speak, you are not the only one in PAP dearie. The arrogance exuded is as a party, not a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To save my beautiful ass from getting into any trouble, this is not poltical bashing. I have respected MM Lee's contribution and marvel at how him being in his mid 80s can have such a sharp mind and clear line of thought. Truly truly impressive; when my grandfather at exactly the same age he is is asking/telling me to look out for traffic when crossing the road or study hard or any of the few tape-recorded lines he has in his vocab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Even though the programme may have some flaws, in essence it did help me learn more about SG's poltical situation such as issues on funding for poltical parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. I need to do work tomorrow and on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I have Qing Ming to attend to on Sunday though. Can bring along my Brave New World to read and do notes. Love love love that book..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Jho. Supper. Watch Alias. Sleep. Lunch date (perhaps). Gig. Do work!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-114562810562883713?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/114562810562883713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=114562810562883713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/114562810562883713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/114562810562883713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2006/04/arrrgghh.html' title='Arrrgghh!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-114520781961917955</id><published>2006-04-17T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T01:19:33.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Notice that I like to be "awaken" nowadays.. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling a bad throat coming up! Just took &lt;em&gt;Pei Pa Gou [cantonese].&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just took a shower. Multi-tasking: drying my hair with a hairdryer and typing with the other. Very tedious to type this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hmmm... PW results sucked. I got a 3 for it. Apparently our college did very badly for PW. But according to other sources, SAJC got 6% 1s &amp; 2s! And we got 16%. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Mas (my geog tutor) gave a very moving speech. I don't know about my classmates, but I was very motivated by it. -- Stopped drying my hair now, though still very wet. Very irritating to type with one hand! -- I was so motivated that i actually did some research online for Weather &amp;amp; Climate - something i hardly do unless there is a test or some online tutorial. You can check it out at my latest &lt;a href="http://jho-onlinelearning.blogspot.com"&gt;Educational Blog&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To me, the most effective speeches are ones that hits the spot. Madam Mas (and Mrs Naidu previously) managed to do that. "Right now, you guys are failures!" said Madam Mas. Though the infamous Ms Nathan said almost the same thing, "Look in the mirror, that person is stupid!" But it does not seem to have the same effect. Maybe because we treat her like a clown; in a nice humorous kinda way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And it's true, we are failures right now. But let's see if we have any improvement in the coming weeks. It's only about 200 days to A Levels.. OMG!!! Time flies like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Block Test grades sucked big time. I really thought that we didn't have enough time to study for it. BUT, NO EXCUSES. We sucked means we sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chu (HOD of Econs) asked Haoren to tell me that I should not be getting anything less than 65% for Econs right now... Thanks for the pressure Mr Chu, I really am not trying my best lor. There was limited time (at least for me). So I concentrated on studying MCQs to stabilize my concepts. Didn't study for DRQ or Essays. And, whaddaya know? I got 18/20 - Top of lvl for MCQ paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to dig this picture out of Jane's friendster:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d109/jhojj/Angelsduringvalentines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damm stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Am currently seeing "someone special"; Coined this term ambiguously enough not to expect too much and specific enough to have a higher level of intimacy. Explains my happy mood if you guys would notice at times! But if i am in a fowl mood, it's probably due to college stress or procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did fight with my best friend Joe over some silly thing. Well, at least to me it is silly. I think the situation have simmered.. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not gone clubbing for a long long time! I need to shake it up a little, this boring (except on my recent saturdays ^_^) life of mine! Ray, let's shake the house down on Friday (I hope)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally the SMU thing is over... I have now much much freer saturdays. Time to get back into the sack! Unless of course I have other STUFF to do.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Share with you a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;scene.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok. In my opinion, to pick your nose is ok. Very hygenic even. If it is DONE IN THE BATHROOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day I was taking the train home. Standing &amp; leaning against the glass panel on the back door facing the one that is the entrance/exit. And there I saw an Innovian girl, standing by the pole in the middle of the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. She looks kinda (aka very) nerdy. Had the PE T-shirt tucked into her skirt (which is the longest skirt i have ever seen, BELOW her knee). Carrying some books, like a physics ten year series (tys) and her nerdy bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. She started to pick her nose. Obscenely. Right index finger. In nose. Left dig, right swirl. Up scrape, down scoop. So ok, this is gross enough, thought she would get out a tissue paper and wipe it off. No. She didn't. And went ahead to... &lt;strong&gt;Eat The Booger&lt;/strong&gt;... off her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, there are still some nose crap left on her finger after her nose crap meal. So. Conveniently enough, she flips the corner pages of her Physics tys and plasters the remainder onto the corner of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice experience. I walked (no no no, dashed) out of the train with a squirmish look on my face. I don't know if anyone else saw it (they probably did, it was too much of a spectacle not to), since I was sooo engaged with the whole Nose Picking Saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's (nose crap) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOOD for&lt;/span&gt; (physics tys) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Jho. Sleep. College. Track. Gym. Desperate housewives. Grey's Anatomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ne Yo - So Sick ; A very nice song! RnB is back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Notice.. I have so much more stuff to say about College compared to Personal. I need a life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-114520781961917955?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/114520781961917955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=114520781961917955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/114520781961917955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/114520781961917955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2006/04/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake up call'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-114391100817867516</id><published>2006-04-02T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T15:28:37.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An (random) Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't want to start and say I have not blogged for a long time. (Monosyllabic)&lt;br /&gt;So. I. Will. Move. On. With. My. En,try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have updated some stuff on my other pages. Revaluated my "desires" section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know I had Jake Gyllenhaal - or the fact that he existed- as my blog skin until Brokeback Mountain came into screens. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened within this period of absence from the blogging world; so much so that I really don't know where to start. So i'll be &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmmm... Things have been going quite ok reccently. Busy with school work mainly.&lt;br /&gt;Block test results will slowly be revealed piece by piece, paper by paper during the course of this week. Anxious about the results cos' small tests during the previous term did not exactly yield the results i'd hope to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;College sent two 4X100 m relay teams to the SPH inter school relay competition. Girls got into the finals and came in 5th! Boys - I tell you, it's a miracle! We participated in the competition totally not expecting to get as far as we did.&lt;br /&gt;There were 12 teams that participated in the semi finals. We seriously thought we'd get last place and told ourselves our target is NOT to get last place, at least 2nd last. Oddly and surprizingly enough, we got in 8th, last to qualify for the finals (on the same day)! And before the results for the finals came out, we thought we'd get 8th. Surprizingly, again, we got 6th this time! (Beat 1 team by timing and one team by default cos' of their technical error in passing) Moreover, we managed to clock a personal best timing 1.6 sec faster than the time trial we had in college; finals were 0.19 faster than semis at the competition itself.&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty amazing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sound system for TAS Youth Voices and TONE's gig sucked again. We performed at the outdoor amphitheatre area on the 24th of March at the Joint Social Services Centre at Toa Payoh. Bad sound system is really a waste of talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ms Nathan (Subject head Literature) says to girls in another class that she "can't get [my] dimples out of her head... when [I] smile, *makes sound of ecstacy* ". GROSS! Paradox: She now hates my guts! Says my lit grades suck and always asking her for private lessons but never actualising it. Ok Fine. I know it sucks 16 and 18/50 for both essays from the same book isn't exactly an ideal grade. Whatever. She doesn't plough high on my list of things to do. I shall CHUCK her aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Lack of motivation. Right. No Flow. Stagnant Academic progress. Don't know what to do. Pro.Cras.Ti.Na.Tion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Lazy to type. Need to do work. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely sigh. Hate to sigh. Not efficient use of engery. Now going to help Sergeoh with Lit teaching. Then go for dinner with Grandpa. Then back home to finish work. Then sleep. No time for gym again. Tomorrow's NAPFA test. Hope I get the gold once and for all. Need to sleep early tonight. Oh.. and this weekend is my race for the Singapore Athletic Association on Sunday, 200m. Hope i do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Jho. Empty (yet filled with someone special *_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Listen to Corrine Bailey Rae!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-114391100817867516?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/114391100817867516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=114391100817867516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/114391100817867516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/114391100817867516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-awakening.html' title='An (random) Awakening'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-113613202258672016</id><published>2006-01-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:13:45.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscent. Flash backs. Evolution. Growth</title><content type='html'>Has been more than an month since i blogged..&lt;br /&gt;Been sooo busy with Singing, Trips, CCAs and stuff.. Gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thought this would be a good way to start off year 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been out clubbin of course - and for the few times I have been clubbin, somehow, even though I may not be looking to do it purposefully, flirt dancing occurs! Of course that heightens the fun factor and all, but starting to feel quite slutty - especially with my last encounter! It was, how should i put this, much much more seductive and physical... much much much more... LOL.. Worst thing - I was not drunk, at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, Sergeoh, went to Hawaii - lucky ass! All the hot hot hot homosapiens! Haha.. He got me this really nice calendar... Filled with sexy Hawaiians! Ooooo.. And a deck of play cards as well - with pictures of.. well.. you can call it porn. LOL! But it is still a lovely lovely gift! Love you joe! Big Hugs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot believe it's 2006. Really. I mean, it seems like just yesterday I was in J1! And Now I am (unofficially) 18, and it's my A levels year. Goodness... Time freaking flies! One more year to go and it is National Service. It is really freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like, you know yourself and see yourself inside out every day, but do not notice all these changes that are continously present. And until my god parents reccently told me that I have grown taller, I wouldn't have realised it myself. And it seems like everyone whom I have not met a long time ago - like my uncle whom came over today - have told me I have grown taller. And it SEEMS that my school pants have "shortened" as well.. Haha.. We'll see when I get measured in school when it re-opens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking about measuring height, I can still remember my primary school days during height measurements and secondary school days as well... Oh my goodness.. Time just flew pass.. Wow... No wonder they call it the light years. It is freaky, weird, surprizing, astonishing, even scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this year I will turn 18. I can legally smoke, legally drink, legally hit some clubs, legally have sex, legally spit, take drugs, murder, rape.. LOL! I do not think I will be legally considered a Minor anymore as well.. Wow..&lt;br /&gt;I am just in total shock.. serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shocked because it is a revelation to me. A sudden realisation. It has been creeping up to me slowly since i was very young.  Imaging myself to be like one of those "kor kors" that wear hip clothing, go out with a lot of friends, watch movies and have a great time without parents walking beside them. I also remember, how I envied them having cool wallets that they open, taking money or their ATM cards out, putting them on the counters of departmental stores, supermarkets, CD stores. I also remember how I envy those "Kor Kors" going out to macdonalds or KFC without their parents sitting down, having a meal with their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How these hip teenagers had Pagers! (Don't laugh! It was cool then!) I wanted a Pager sooo much - ya know, those Neon coloured Mp3 player looking gadgets that beeps when ppl sent messages through public phones. Mobile phones weren't such a huge deal then. Wow. Technology sure is quick! Seems like this generation of kids (current adolescents younger than 12) are exposed to a whole new lifestyle as compared to mine. This sounds cliched, but I am only 17, well.. unofficially 18, and I see a big difference.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I was young, playing at the play ground was still my number 1 activity! Climbing the metal bars that was built like a horse's skeletal structure just downstairs of my house. Playing with the sand. Skateboarding and cycling and of course in-line skating. Playing badminton with my maid and sis then. How I used to run around the house with a plastic sword in my hand, hitting my head on the staircase legdes, table tops, high stools falling on my feet. Pretending to use a towel hooked on to my shirt by a clip as a robe in one of those traditional chinese sword-fighting flicks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I remembered playing catching and hide-and-sneak in school. How I used to not eat save money and instead, played around. Getting all sweaty and dirty before going back to class. Also remembered how I like to disturb girls in my class.. Tease them.. Taking their stuff and pulling their hair etc etc.. Remembered how running 1.6Km was such a chore to me.. Now it's just running.. haha.. Funny how certain values, figures, scales and the value placed on those figures change as you grow up. Just like currency and money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2dollars was a huge huge sum to me when I was a kid. How I used to treasure every 10cent coin with my life - after all 20 X 10cents = $2! I remember, once when I was 10, i lost my wallet. In it had $16. I still remember holding back my tears when walking home from school, and ultimately crying like an idiot on my parents' bed against a pillow; remembered how I scrimped and saved every cent and dollar to keep $16 and putting it in my, then velcro wallet (Hey! It was fashionable then!), trying to feel like one of the "kor kors".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silly, but intimately real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.. I am one of those "Kor Kors"... It is weird - weird because the memories are so vividly and deeply embedded in my mind as if they were just yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A New College year. An intimidating one. It seems like a huge ordeal for the most obvious reason. Don't know how am I going to tackle it as yet... And if my 17 years of living have served me well, especially the past 3, I know for a fact that this year will be even quicker then the rest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is scary. Real scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Jho 2006. Sleep. Rest. Gym. College.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-113613202258672016?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/113613202258672016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=113613202258672016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/113613202258672016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/113613202258672016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2006/01/reminiscent-flash-backs-evolution.html' title='Reminiscent. Flash backs. Evolution. Growth'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-113231773274027837</id><published>2005-11-18T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:39:41.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirt-Dancing. The One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Flirt Dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;verb: to indulge in a seductive dance or movements leading to portray flirtatious gestures of attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Jeremy Ho's dictionary of the Urban Student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Madonna: Confessions on the Dancefloor launch party&lt;/span&gt; the other night with JunKai. 'twas quite fun - premiere of Madonna's lastest Video "Hung Up" and had a few breakdancers performing to Madonna Remixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to catch Desiree - the TV series Heartlander's female lead - and Randall (i think that is his name) doing the emceeing. Desiree is actually only about my height! But she looks sooo tall on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the launch, the crowd gradually resumed the usual clubbin' ambiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4.5 drinks&lt;/span&gt; in total - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Barcardi Breezer, Margarita, A (damm strong but sweet) Shot in a syringe, Vodka lime, half a Gin&lt;/span&gt;. Was, of course, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;very drunk&lt;/span&gt; after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for some sleek dancing and flirting on the dancefloor. Was &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;soooo drunk that actually flirt-danced with quite a few people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced and danced and danced so much that suddenly, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;someone came up to me and started to flirt-dance as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;action&lt;/span&gt; between us started to to get a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tad bit heavy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We were &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;physically immersed into each other&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;dance floor literally&lt;/span&gt;, somehow, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;left a bigger space&lt;/span&gt; for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hands all over each other's bodies&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Butts and hips shook&lt;/span&gt; like nobody's business,&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;rubbing&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;groping&lt;/span&gt; etc etc etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing is, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that person is a stranger&lt;/span&gt;! Totally un-accquaintated.&lt;br /&gt;There was some exchange of compliments and the accent sounds a tad bit hispanic or latin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really really enjoyed the flirt-dance which lasted about a good 20-30mins.&lt;/span&gt; Can't really tell, was dead drunk. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yet, I am also guilty and embarrassed about how slutty I can be&lt;/span&gt;.. Gosh! I feel like such ass.. An &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ass that enjoyed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;being an ass for 20-30mins&lt;/span&gt;. Arrrggghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How can "something so bad feel so good"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know not to drink so much, I probably can't hold my alcohol very well..&lt;br /&gt;But a part of me wants for this sort of action to happen again the next time I visit a club. I am embarrased by having this thought as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am attractive afterall&lt;/span&gt;! Somebody actually wants me physically! Haha! Although, it ain't exactly my type of fantasy, but &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;at least there is one person out there who is interested in me PHYSICALLY only&lt;/span&gt;; I bet the flirt-dance ain't about looking for an intellectual exchange with politics and literature involved right? Lol! &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am physically attractive! Yeah! 5 points for my Self Esteem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Jho. Sleep. Read. Rollerblade in the morning. Gig @ Wisma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P.S. &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire&lt;/strong&gt; is actually a very nice movie, much to my surprize..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-113231773274027837?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/113231773274027837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=113231773274027837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/113231773274027837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/113231773274027837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/11/flirt-dancing-one.html' title='Flirt-Dancing. The One.'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-113172661856915315</id><published>2005-11-11T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:25:48.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angstful delivery</title><content type='html'>If someone is hurting you really badly, should you wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone and thing seems to be on the "Irritate Jeremy" or "Hurt Jeremy" streak nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;A potential date, a "best" friend, Promo grades.&lt;br /&gt;But if everyone is doing it, then could it be me instead?&lt;br /&gt;Am I the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it wrong to want a friendship so beautiful that nobody can break it? Not even boyfriends, or girlfriends or families or distance or natural disasters? Is that too much of an ideal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I used to have such friends, or maybe i thought I had them.. I think i still have ONE such friend. Or maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was so deluded that I had the perfect friendship in the past that now, this subjectively "little" flaw is blowing up into a big deal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe YOU don't want to be my friend anymore. - Ok that previous sentence sounded something a Primary school kid would say - But it can be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maybe it's your family that is preventing you from being my friend? Religion? Your boyfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Or is it me? Am I too judgemental that you don't want me to be included in your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Or are you just too horny and jaded that you only concentrate on your boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE to believe it is because of "clashing schedules" that we cannot stay in contact. Unless you are that lousy and organiser or lousy a friend. In which, that case, you are not worth it. Not worth my effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Even though this may sound egotistical, but I am worth much more than such measly treatment. If this is how you treat your friends. Then i'm sorry to tell you honey, you ain't getting far in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should it be weird for you to SMS me to tell me about your life? Why should it be weird for me to do the same? Why would it be weird for us to call and talk nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets be fair to you. Perhaps you have your reasons. If only you would tell me and stop being so wishy washy. And I can decide on whether to concentrate on whether to pursue the friendship or not.. Don't leave me hanging there.. Just tell me the bare facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I have heard of selfless love.. But, this ain't worth my effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bad enough my "best friend" wished me Happy Birthday 30mins before the day ended. I thought you were overseas with reception problems. Or perhaps you were planning a surprize party or even a gathering that you didn't want me to know about. But to no avail. You were with family the entire day. And that is the reason why you wished me at 2330 on 14th oct. A simple sms. I'm not worth the effort? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me an email. Send me a letter. Tell me what the fucking problem is... Coz i still REFUSE to believe it is because of schedule clashes that you can't even wish your friend, much more supposed best friend, an early Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that is the case, then, really.. I have nothing to say anymore. Really nothing.. Then you are not worth it. Then I have wasted my time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then I have wasted time telling my dates that I have two best friends that care and love me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then I am deluded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-113172661856915315?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/113172661856915315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=113172661856915315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/113172661856915315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/113172661856915315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/11/angstful-delivery.html' title='Angstful delivery'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-112969989490922854</id><published>2005-10-19T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:27:50.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREW IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fuck it! Fuck it!&lt;br /&gt;Damm Geog.. I can't believe i got a C when I am aiming for an A!&lt;br /&gt;And Econs and Lit, was expecting a D or E yet get B for both! WTF??&lt;br /&gt;And GP - Worst! B bloody 3 la! WTF... No A's at all.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So what if I get promoted? No more S Papers.. No scholarship for me... Great. I have to depend on my parents for money again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-- 1318&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Haha.. I was just ranting in the afternoon. Thought it through. No point to rant also.. Wasted energy only.. Guess i'm just really disappointed with myself. Why did i make such a mistake? Hopefully my summer test is strong enough for geog to pull me up to a B instead of a C. But very unlikely... Oh well.. that's life. You lose some, you gain some..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Normally, i would say "Next time i'll work harder", but this time, I worked sooo hard and get this result. How can i use that cliche again? Oh well.. I'll just do my best and see how A Levels go lor... Can't wait to launch into the 200 DRQ questions Madam Mas gave! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And Mdm Mas, if you're reading this somehow, i'd like to thank you for your effort and time in helping me. Sorry I disappointed you in anyway... Let's just hope my A levels is an A instead of a (surprise surprise!) C for geog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jho. Sleep. WR-ing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Now i must watch what i blog about teachers.. Just realised they are humans too and are quite tech savvy! Eeeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-112969989490922854?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/112969989490922854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=112969989490922854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112969989490922854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112969989490922854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/10/screw-it.html' title='SCREW IT!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-112929954043935257</id><published>2005-10-15T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:39:01.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th October 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning with 6 smses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt;Latifah&lt;br /&gt;Richard&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;Elsa&lt;br /&gt;Macdonalds&lt;/span&gt; - I know... Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got a call from Da Allan &amp; Nigel! I love you guys! Huggggsss!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.. It was actually the call that woke me up, otherwise, I would have slept till 1 or 2pm at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the day went by, a few more came in. Tonnes on Friendster and MSN. You guys do care afterall! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps, not all... &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I guess in life, you have to give and take.&lt;/span&gt; It's just another day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Practising the power of ZEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now going to have a small celebration with family. Bigger celebration (dinner) will be tomorrow/Sunday with grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym today. Finally... got back into my routine. Gonna run sprints tomorrow. And maybe do some swimming.. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hopefully I will not procrastinate&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. My mouth damm itchy! I know it sounds wrong, but &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm just dying to SING! To Harmonise!&lt;/span&gt; Gosh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- 2215&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just came back from the void deck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joe came over and celebrated with my family. Had cake and watched old videos of my family when we were kids.. haha.. laughable hair and fashion sense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we chatted and stuff... Went downstairs, he got ice-cream, i got snickers bar.. Talk about "friendship" and "types of birthday celebrations"... It was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He got me a book! - "How To Think Like Leonardo Da Vinci - Seven Steps to Genius Every Day" Read a chapter.. Very inspirational..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He me a cute coaster that matched my room colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And He got me a bookmark, a classy metallic hammer with a small leather strap. ^_^ It was a very cool gift to recieve.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yanting wrote me a short letter and a small soft toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Junkai + Chua gave me &lt;&lt;ref&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sis insisted on buying a CD, so instead of buying Michael Buble - It's Time (which i can get from Joe to burn), I told her to get me Latoya London's album. Yes Latoya has an album out now!! Go get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mom gave me $_____. And Dad bought my colour contacts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;- Jho. Sleep. Track training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-112929954043935257?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/112929954043935257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=112929954043935257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112929954043935257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112929954043935257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/10/14th-october-2005.html' title='14th October 2005'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-112922422588560328</id><published>2005-10-14T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T01:23:45.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from a long hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i would like to thank JunKai for delivering my birthday present. This sweet sweet guy, travelled ALL THE WAY from Serangoon (and straight from school somemore) to Choa Chu Kang just to give me my gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(1) Chocolate Cake with Banana fruit&lt;/span&gt; [Chua's Idea.. thanks!]. And my family's hands were all over it! I had to snatch it away and say it is mine... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(2) a GORGEOUS self made card&lt;/span&gt; with GREEN all over! And well-wishes from the members of TONE. It's an absolutely fabulous gift!&lt;br /&gt;Materialism aside, the effort he put into the card and time spent travelling, it's truly touching. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mid course Exams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (a.k.a Promos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;GP - Worried. Might just get an A2 only or worst, a B3 or B4! Ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Economics - This one is a tricky one. Seems like I can get a B or C, but may end up with a D afterall&lt;br /&gt;Geography - Another tricky one. Most probably a B on the maximum&lt;br /&gt;Literature - Worst. Most uncertain. Made bold attempts, thus a little worried. A secured D but a possible C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This goes out to those who have wished me a happy birthday so far. Such as Yanting, Mel, JunKai, Jeremy Chua, Da Nigel, Da Allan, Angie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who didn't, It's my Birthday! Show some love please! Hahhaha.. Kiddin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the day that I was born, allow me some space to be a Guru here.&lt;br /&gt;Wise words: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Block out negativities. People just need to know how to Zen. I'm not asking one to walk away in times of trouble. But thing is, you have to not-fret about things which you have no control. A philosophy i learnt most reccently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example? If you have ONE Day left to study for your paper, instead of fretting and constantly thinking how you will be able to cope, just block that out and study. It's a more productive method as compared to constantly fretting and in the end, not able to get anything at all into the head. Rather not fret and absorb 30% of the content than fret and absorb 10% right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zen-ing blocks negativities and thus promote organic and healthy productivity of one's soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little out of place currently. Firstly, October 14 is normally a time ( for 4 years running) for exams for me. I have never had a birthday for 4 years now that doesn't involve a paper the next day. This is the first time this happened in 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the exams are over and I ain;t studying anymore, at least for a few days.. It's a break in the routine. Very weird. I'm not saying i ain't enjoying this freedom though. Just not many people to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, this birthday seems to be just another day. Just a passing cloud. No significance. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should listen to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natalie Grant - Held&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's an absolutely fabulous song!&lt;br /&gt;Time to pack my room soon! It's in a total mess with books and files everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back into the gym routine.&lt;br /&gt;Time to start my Track training again for the finals on 21st.&lt;br /&gt;Time to catch up on my reading.&lt;br /&gt;Time to live a slower paced life again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Jho. Sleep. Gym. Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-112922422588560328?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/112922422588560328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=112922422588560328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112922422588560328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112922422588560328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/10/back-from-long-hiatus.html' title='Back from a long hiatus'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-112558772246260350</id><published>2005-09-01T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:15:22.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparse Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Misinterpretation&lt;/span&gt; is my stance.&lt;br /&gt;People by chance&lt;br /&gt;Or not&lt;br /&gt;Claims my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nonchalance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe &lt;/span&gt;they hurt too&lt;br /&gt;But even I do.&lt;br /&gt;Action before thought&lt;br /&gt;And consideration and asking and empathy&lt;br /&gt;Is action without genuine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;now have a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly true, seemingly real, seemingly genuine&lt;br /&gt;But how Do I Know?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;My life is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;How can I not &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; I think real.&lt;br /&gt;Some think Not.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be positive.&lt;br /&gt;He is genuine.&lt;br /&gt;He's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe &lt;/span&gt;it's the opposite gender.&lt;br /&gt;I Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I rarely say don't know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy Busy Busy.&lt;br /&gt;List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Principal's Conference Drama Performance - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Worst event, Detestable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Tioman Trip - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Enjoyable yet disrupting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Major Econs test - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stressful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A Cappella Fest -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Bunch of nerves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Cannot Wait For This Two Weeks To Be Over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Jho. Sleep. College till 6 (darn Drama!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-112558772246260350?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/112558772246260350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=112558772246260350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112558772246260350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112558772246260350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/09/sparse-flowers.html' title='Sparse Flowers'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-112488452477196782</id><published>2005-08-24T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:57:07.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought to Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;em&gt;pained&lt;/em&gt; as can be&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts rummage thru thee.&lt;br /&gt;Seeking &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;solace&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;numb&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;zen&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;A probing ever since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinkies hooked to represent&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;contract&lt;/span&gt; of friendship,&lt;br /&gt;trust,&lt;br /&gt;honesty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;empathy,&lt;br /&gt;sympathy,&lt;br /&gt;help,&lt;br /&gt;guidance,&lt;br /&gt;aid; dissappeared, removed, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frozen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'tis the cycle of life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'tis the pain of mine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'tis the work of distance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'tis the work of time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tis the... the... work of the... d&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVIL&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;With soul (or no soul) as black as coal, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; thee both with apathy and indifference,&lt;br /&gt;Un-valued thy&lt;br /&gt;For thy &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fortunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tis the self deception of thee both?&lt;br /&gt;'tis my &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;importance lack&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my thoughts I have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led me to think, no,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write this poem,&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angst&lt;/span&gt;, of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt;, of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;apathy&lt;/span&gt; (coming soon). &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions done?&lt;br /&gt;No. Not that I see. Not that I will ever see, I THINK.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Doth thee know how I feel - no, wait - THINK?&lt;br /&gt;When the&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-112488452477196782?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/112488452477196782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=112488452477196782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112488452477196782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112488452477196782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/08/thought-to-think.html' title='Thought to Think'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-112398661828707704</id><published>2005-08-14T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:22:50.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday 12th August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Swimming lessons in College&lt;/span&gt;! Darn cool (and cold)! After the swimming lesson, it's like, a new you for the rest of the day.. No more languidity, totally refreshed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the upbeat concert too with Chua. Free tix, on behalf of The A Cappella Society. Bought brownies as a form of appreciation to upbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Upbeat was good with their blend and they clash chords beautiful. All of them Classical singers and seem to be able to get funny chords right all the time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BUT, when it comes to 'Pop' chords, they are always either flat or sharp!&lt;/span&gt; Ironic. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loved their Air on G String and William Tell Overture, especially the soprano solos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;They did badly in their pop songs like Always Be My Baby and I Do though - problem: Rigid voices; too perfect a diction for pop songs (you gotta let it slide for Pop music); the sound is also very "at the top" for soloists and thus ad lib-ing became a real problem (again, too rigid).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Though another paradox,Upbeat is not really very upbeat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but overall good performance taking into consideration their age as a group. I give it 2.5 Stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chinatown food street to have supper with Chua and realised how i do not know Singapore well at all, i was so surprized i'm able to walk from &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chinatown food street to Tanjong Pagar road in a few 100 metres.&lt;/span&gt; And was just thinking also, what about the general teenage population - yes they know Orchard Road inside out, but who doesn't? - do they know such tricks and places such as chinatown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Headed to Mox afterwards just for a drink and  "soak up in the ambience" [Haha!]&lt;/span&gt; and (getting from good to bad) music. Happened to meet Bryan there, as usual on a Friday night again and we chatted for awhile and stuff. Tense karma.. Bad bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saturday 13th August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Woke up late, had to go for this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tea session with a Minister of Parliament&lt;/span&gt; (i think) and another lady, both from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feedback Society of the government&lt;/span&gt;. Quite an &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Insighful chat&lt;/span&gt; session among JCs, Polys, ITEs, Universities - every institution sends 2 representatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say something. I strongly DO NOT believe that ITE students are STUPID, and firmly stand by my view point that they have much to offer in terms of more technical stuff, or perhaps they lack guidance or motivation when young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT, BUT, BUT, BUT! When they were at the tea session, the representative were totally disrespectful and irritating. Sitting behind me, they were, though in hushed tones, whispering and chatting among themselves. What is worst, one guy was actually talking on the phone! I mean, have some decency, wana talk on the phone, GET OUT OF THE BLOODY ROOM!&lt;br /&gt;It's ok if they are not interested in current affairs, they probably are not induced or required to do so in ITEs, but respect is still essential.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you would have two very respectful representatives, i'd actually say "WOW"... I mean, the social stigma against them is existing already, so if they were to behave properly, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'd definitely show more respect and know what they are capable of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But with that behaviour, it adds on to the stigma ya know? I don't wana think this way, but yes, i am feeling this way after yesterday's incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;National Library. It's HUGE! 13 storeys huge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to watch a movie alone again, needed some alone time to refresh my mind. Watched &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ewitche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;.. It was funny! And romantic, very much like the old classic. Nicole kidman was stunning as usual and Will Ferrell, i love his eyes - but he looks kinda dorky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Jho. Rehearsal. Library research. Dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-112398661828707704?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/112398661828707704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=112398661828707704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112398661828707704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112398661828707704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-happenings.html' title='Random Happenings'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-112360773223614618</id><published>2005-08-10T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T01:15:32.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day - Not so bad afterall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woke up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch and then head to the gym and swam abit after - trying to get the V-Shaped torso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watched the National day Parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very interesting. The acts were pretty boring as compared to the previous year's... Hmmm... 40 years. On the patriotic side, i am proud of Singapore, to be able to attain World City 1st tier status in less than a decade of development, to be one of the world's major cities next to Frankfurt, Milan, Sydney etc. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love singapore and will never give up my citizenship!!&lt;/span&gt; ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We didn't gather..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a group of close friends to watch the NDP like we used to every year since our little NDP Choir experience. I'd hope for it to be a tradition, to be something we do as friends, like most close group of friends who have a certain culture, i have hoped that that was it; watching ndp. Hmmm... Maybe my group's culture is being ignorant. I'm not being sarcastic. Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little discussion with Dada Nigel this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;About friendship. As the wise Sage he always was and will be - he didn't provide me with answers but generated more questions. LOL! I'm not being sarcastic (again)... But the questions were constructive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I came up with two answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Best Friends -- who have the perception that being best friends means that people can be apart and not put in that much effort to keep the friendship going, but when meeting once in awhile, will be able to ignite the flames just like that and be as happy as ever. In other words, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;effort is not needed to keep the friendship going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Best Friends -- who have the perception that people have to do little things here and there to keep the friendship on going. Thus, they need to put in effort (minimal or otherwise) to maintain the friendship. In other words, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;effort is needed to stay friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I belong to the latter&lt;/span&gt;, not to say the former is incorrect. But I PERSONALLY BELIEVE that that is how a friendship should work. To TRY and to put in slighest of efforts to keep it flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why can't someone just send a simple sms to say "how are you doing?" to their best friends when they can send long messages to people who are supposedly not that close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, why can't people try to rectify problematic situations with friendships when they know that there is a prominent problem and yet wait for the other parties to take action? Is that true friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with 2 conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A) They don't have the EQ or social intelligence or experience with such problems that they are absolutely clueless as to what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B) They just don't bother&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;National Day was not that lonely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall. Went out with Joe for supper and chatted from 9plus till 0030. Very intellectual chat we had. Very personal and heart to heart also i guess.&lt;br /&gt;That was the highlight of my day. When i thought i was gonna be lonely, someone was there. And the best thing was, I didn't have to ask! Sometimes i feel that &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;when it comes to emotions, guys have less EGO than the opposite sex&lt;/span&gt;. Ironic according to social perspectives huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are people subjugated to their fate? Or do they have to ardently fight for their wants? But what if they are tired of fighting? What if they have fought a long battle and want to take defense instead? Are people born fighters and MUST fight all the time? Can leaders follow sometimes? Are leaders suppose to initiate all the time? Do followers have a voice? Can they speak? Do they want to speak? If leaders don't lead, will followers just sit back and not follow? Or will they initate and help the leaders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who helps the leader when he is down? Who? Who? Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-Jho. Sleep. PW. Gym. Swim. Read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-112360773223614618?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/112360773223614618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=112360773223614618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112360773223614618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112360773223614618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/08/national-day-not-so-bad-afterall_10.html' title='National Day - Not so bad afterall!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-112343367578740225</id><published>2005-08-08T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T00:54:35.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow.. It's been almost two months. Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just finished my Literature essay on the book "The Guide" by R.K. Narayan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Felt like blogging my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- "Naked" by Spice Girls (Their first album) playing on my notebook - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's a new notebook.. Hp Pavillion Entertainment Notebook PC. Quite cool. Never had a notebook before and realised it's darn useful and mobile! I can do work any where, so efficient&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just watched Macbeth at the DBS Arts centre: Home of SRT. Quite cool. Imagine, memorising lines and lines of Shakspeare! And we students can't even quote from the text during an exam. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There's college tomorrow. First they tell us we are celebrating for an hour, i thought "hey! I can go back home by 9!" then they tell us after the celebration is a full college hours. Ok fine. I "ren".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now my friends tell me we have extra Econs lecture remedial till 6:15pm. Ok. Innova JC is gonna top the JC cohort soon at this rate. LOL! Wishful thinking on my part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what is wrong with this world. It always seems like you cannot have both, it's always either or. If i do not have dates AT ALL, my ("best") friends are closer to me, but if i  have a few dates popping out here and there, they seem so distant. Although it's a &lt;em&gt;non sequitor &lt;/em&gt;(no relevance), but it always seems to work out that way.. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember Ms Beh, my upper sec form teacher said to us, "It's your secondary school friends that stay with you for life"... How true is that? I really wonder. I mean seriously, in my current state, i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to admit, it's partly my fault for being oversensitive. But can you blame me? Ok, i'll stop ranting. I just needed to get it out of my system. Being indifferent hurts, not caring hurts, but i think that's the best way for now - since trying too hard and getting rejected hurts much much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ardently believe in balance. Everything needs to have a balance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nigel and Allan visited. Had a really nice time! Though my puntuality is a major issue and will probably be awhile before i learn my lesson. I probably need a huge jolt to truly learn lessons - like my English Grade in the "O" Levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe i should go get some serious reflection. Are my priorities right? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I have always had answers to other people's problems, but never my own. Gosh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm feeling naked. Like i have no flesh. No tangibility. I'm feeling numb. Is that what Jeremy Ho has become? I could care less for incompetence, probably that is why i feel so small all the time; since i pitch myself against the best or the better ALL the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not just that. It's about feeling wholesome. I thought i got over my teenage insecurities. Hmmmm.... Or maybe i'm again a late bloomer and here comes my insercurities for real. I would not call them insecurities though. I'm perfectly sercure, just unsure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss AJ.. Had sooo much fun and learnt so much. Sad that the good teachers are leaving though. Well, IJ is getting more beautiful by the day. I can't wait to use the facilities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I should get a larger circle of friends. Then we can go clubbin', dancin' etc etc. A close knit group of friends may not be such a boon afterall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok. National Day is here. Singapore's 40th birthday. Ya know, i'd never give up my citizenship for any country in the world. I guess i'm just very "kampong"... I like singapore. I like that i can walk at the void decks of HDB flats barefooted. Take a walk down the streets in the night and not get mugged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brb. I'll go to the toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup! I love my country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyways. There's an upcoming A Cappella concert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A Cappella Fest 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8th September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kallang Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tickets $16 - Students, $24/$26 Adults (I Think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My A Cappella group TONE will be performing about 3 songs! Do come support the local groups! I promise it will be a sensational evening of songs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleep time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jho - Sleep. College. National Day "break".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-112343367578740225?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/112343367578740225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=112343367578740225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112343367578740225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/112343367578740225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/08/naked.html' title='Naked'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-111927965452288198</id><published>2005-06-20T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:00:54.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! 3 Days Events</title><content type='html'>Wow.. Lots of thing happened this weekend and today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;Father's day celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gig - Not bad! A little lacking in terms of sound equipment and attitude though. Audience was quite receptive. But it's typical performance la. I have to admit, &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;we really grew as performers. Really... It's very pleasant to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date - Hot body. Intellectual conversations. Jokes. Teasing. Compliments. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nice hands&lt;/span&gt; *wink wink*! Haha! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quite the charmer&lt;/span&gt;. It ended well, though the goodbye was slightly abrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday (Today).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rehearsals in the morn - Ok, I admit. I'm unused to rehearsing with Angie, Alemay, Fareeq &amp; Jun Kai alone. It's a first time I felt so&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; intimidated&lt;/span&gt;, like if i were to make a mistake, i'm &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;gonna go down!&lt;/span&gt; It's very &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;fearful&lt;/span&gt; to rehears with a professional group. In TAS YV, at least i've more experience and able to guide people. But at today's rehearsal, i kinda felt i was &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;under scrutiny&lt;/span&gt;, like i was so so so &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;small and weak&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;insignificant&lt;/span&gt;! Eeeks. But i guess i need more exposure to work with professionals to upgrade myself, so i won't feel so useless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;childhood friend&lt;/span&gt;, Sharina and her mom &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(also my mom's childhood friend&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Mom knew her Mom&lt;/span&gt; (Salma) since &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THEY&lt;/span&gt; WERE 6 YEARS OLD&lt;/span&gt;, NEIGHBOURS. How cool is that!? And they still keep in contact. I knew Sharina since I was a baby, and we've basically &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;played together in our cribs&lt;/span&gt; la! Haha.. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She was just born 1 month after i was born&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;our mothers were pregnant at the same time&lt;/span&gt;! Haha! Now where can you find such a friend? It's bloody rare.&lt;br /&gt;She and her mom left for the states to be with her dad 8-9 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;She's a pretty, young lady, elegant, knows her values even though she's half-caucasian (no offense to any caucasians! haha!). Very polite and respectful. Nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;Both our mom's were (jokingly - i hope) suggesting they be in-laws since we were babies! LOL! Not gonna happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up and after a few 30mins we went to a restaurant for lunch and stuff. Had to follow our parents around for some shopping and had some small talk; trying to strike up good conversations and stuff. Then our parents ditched us and asked us to go walk on our own, so i brought her to teenage-shopping paradise - The Heeren. Showed her around with my sister tagging along. Had some nice conversations and were very comfortable with each other, almost like we've known each other for a long time (we have, literally. but that's besides the point. Haha!). It's like we just picked up where we left off. Real cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Jho. Sleep. Stressful gig. Swim meet. (Noticed i did not talk about school or work? Yeah!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-111927965452288198?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/111927965452288198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=111927965452288198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111927965452288198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111927965452288198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/06/wow-3-days-events.html' title='Wow! 3 Days Events'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-111901926625314013</id><published>2005-06-17T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T22:41:06.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff stuff stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Recap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1 :. Temasek Seminar: Site visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2 :. Wings Athletic Meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3 :. Gig at Tiong Bahru Plaza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4 :. Lunch with Ramy, Tat, Jeremy Ho, Chua &amp; Angie, then singing session with John.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5 :. Track Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;1&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[On the naval ship LST]&lt;br /&gt;Officer: If you look behind you, the thing on the 2nd level is the ship's gun.&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Where?&lt;br /&gt;Marrisa: There. Behind you.&lt;br /&gt;Jade: Huh? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You mean the thing that looks like a gun is actually a gun&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;Marrisa &amp; Me: =.= Duh!&lt;br /&gt;Jade: What! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I thought it was a pipe&lt;/span&gt; la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;2&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually really cool to see such an event. Got the free t-shirt because i helped ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Met the 3505 Jade at the meet also. She was not throwing that day, just there for support i guess. It was really nice to see her again&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ~ : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WINGS ended late&lt;/span&gt;. So i walked up to the mrt. The sign-board displayed "4mins" for about 5mins without changing. So fed up la, and they did not announce anything. So i went down an asked the people in charge. The announcement then came after i went up to the platform again that it will be delayed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm such a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the better gigs i say! Though Gerrie wasn't able to sing with us, but we sounded fine. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Facial expressions and emoting&lt;/span&gt; was much better that day, though some of us still needed work. The sound systems sucked though. It's always the case, when we sing well, we get&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; shit sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (sibilant alliteration/assonance - haha)! Show some competence Arts Fest handlers!&lt;br /&gt;The primary school kids we quite lost coz the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;monitors were turned off&lt;/span&gt;. But they were still cute. Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;4&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramy ramy... Hmmmm... I hope he's straight. So angie has a good chance for grabbing an ABC,  he has such a typical American accent! Haha! Seems like a nice guy though. Did not speak to him much, he was sitting at the other corner of the table and i was late (as usual) due to track in the morning. Had a good amount of conversation with Tat tong though. Nice guy. Singapore A Cappella is lucky to have him back, sound recording and mixing, his forte. I'm sorry for the undeliberate spitting on your hand, just that sometimes Chua can be hilarious in a serious way. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Chua and Angie had singing lessons with John Lee (the local singer Dick Lee's brother - they only look alike at certain angles). Their house is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long pool, about 50metres, 3 storeys, GREAT SCENERY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's so inpiring! Makes you wana earn sooo much money and buy such a house ya know?  Some people are just lucky to have met witha  &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;pot of gold&lt;/span&gt; i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;5&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACHE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief run up of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wed:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train at Woodlands, 300m sprint X 3 after lots and lots of Ms Lee's drills and managed to clock a much better time than one of my earlier timing. Great! ^_^ Then we had our normal bread and drinks brought by Mr Wong and we went for lunch at Vista point. The food was actually good. Bought drinks and the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kids' biscuit - i finally knew what was it called: ICE GEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to IJ, then we had our study time - most of us fell asleep though. and Ming Bang, Jade, Izyan were all munching on ice gems, who knew such a cheap and inferior good can bring such satisfaction. Then it was the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Easy run"&lt;/span&gt; in the late afternoon. Sprinters 30mins, Distance peeps 1hour. Mr Chen wasn't there to push us though, so our pace was actually quite slow - it was infact an EASY run compared to the one we are gonna have the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thurs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Calves ache like hell!!!&lt;/span&gt; Probably not used to doing distance running anymore, so a sudden start created all this problems. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Shit, i need to do mileage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Morning at Woodlands. Did the pyramid (80, 100, 110,110, 100, 80m). And all the drills of course. Then we had our breakfast the the track and head back to IJ for talk on mental skills, biological factors for different engery systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Remember PPTT: Physiological, Pschological, Techincal, Tactical&lt;/span&gt; (someone said, Tai Kou - Hilarious la!). It was quite useful actually. The of course study time then followed by a estimated &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7 km run&lt;/span&gt;. This one Mr Chen paced us. Shiong ah! And my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;calves were aching&lt;/span&gt; so bad that i had to stop a few times before I continued.&lt;br /&gt;Took a bath then it was dinner time!. Pizza hut! Yum... Then we went on to watch &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chariots of Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - a movie which inspired Mr Wong to get his christian name Eric. It was an old movie but was actually nice. ^_^ Then a break and we went on to watch &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COACH CARTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Great movie. Quote, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" they are Student Athletes. 'Student' comes first"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ,  "give me 500 suicides &amp; 500 push-ups".. We were joking about it all morning today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Everyone was still aching and the "deep-heat" muscle ache cream was passed around like all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we head up to the dance studio for our night's rest. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Supposed to have lights out by 2230&lt;/span&gt;, but Coach Carter was too cool to be missed. So we had lights out at 0030, technically. We &lt;strong&gt;stayed up for sometime and told ghost stories and tried to scare one another&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The 6 boys &lt;/span&gt;were actually&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; so scared&lt;/span&gt; that we, orginally placed out things at different corners of the large room&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;actually gathered to one corner and slept together, for the fear of our own ghost stories&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WE'RE SUCH LOSERS LA!&lt;/span&gt; Lol.. So in the end, we slept at 0116.  &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was really fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muscle ache!&lt;br /&gt;Training morning. Did relay passing today at CCK stadium which supposed to be exclusively ours, but at the end of the day, so many schools were there training - Raffles, Cedar, Cat high, Hwa Chong. So bloody irritating. But it was all well. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We are still tending to our injuries and aches, but it was actually fun. The aches are worth the camp.&lt;/span&gt; So here ends &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Track Camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Jho. Ache. Rehearsal. Father's day dinner. Ache-relieve cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-111901926625314013?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/111901926625314013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=111901926625314013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111901926625314013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111901926625314013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/06/stuff-stuff-stuff.html' title='Stuff stuff stuff'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-111764252768331170</id><published>2005-06-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T00:15:27.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The person actually initiated an MSN convo with me! Whoohoo~ I thought i was being ignored! I know i know... you guys must be thinking, " WTF! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L O S E R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, what does that say? Looooser!" But hey, i'm such a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - always yearning for the simple yet romantic and meaningful things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Life goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I finally got back to the gym today. What a sense of accomplishment! Going tomorrow morn again before &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;William Blake's make-up lesson&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;rehearsals ALL THE WAY at Pasir Ris Primary&lt;/span&gt; - Goodness me! *Random Thought: Nice song on Class 95 now. The Corrs - All the love in the world* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That reminds me. I gotta practice my DJ-hosting voice. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Good morning Innova! How's everyone doin' today? Alright then, let's move on to the next dedication by..... requesting for a song to go out to all innovians wishing them good luck and live happy! I think i shall take that advice for myself. Haha. So here's The Corrs with All the love in the world... *music plays* "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Jho. Sleep. Gym. Lesson. Rehearsal. The OC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-111764252768331170?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/111764252768331170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=111764252768331170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111764252768331170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111764252768331170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/06/yeah.html' title='Yeah!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-111745599086487286</id><published>2005-05-30T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:29:15.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it comes, i'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;L I F E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - In general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. Finally I have the time to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the holidays now. Well, not much of one anyway - most of it is probably spent mugging for Summer Test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been on a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;whirlwind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of book notes and work - don't even get me started.&lt;br /&gt;Example of how i've become obsessed with studying and turned into one of those people i hate with no life include: "I feel like studying. I think i'll &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SKIP GYM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" ! Woah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish would be that the holidays would &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rejuvinate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me for a fresh Semester. Or else, i'd die of before the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T I M E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time just whizzed passed don't you think? It just flew past. Really. It did. Like Whooow. So fast. So quick. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Zoom.&lt;/span&gt; It not only flew, but flew really fast. Totally. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Supersonic&lt;/span&gt; fast. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Flash&lt;/span&gt; fast. Almost like &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lightning&lt;/span&gt; speed. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a day in school till 2 is the earliest LESSONS end, and it's like a really really short day. An hour period seems to end so quickly (except in Chinese la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my 3505 friends. The current class i have, though very nice people in general, just don't seem to have the bond in 3505. Why? What made us tick? Could it be b'coz we're not really into studying during first 3 months, thus more time for socialising and friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C O L L E G E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am training in Track as usual. But now, volleyball is open for newcomers! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But that would mean i have to drop track (which i have already heavily invested on) to go join volleyball and start afresh! &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Double Shit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Plus if i don't drop Track, i have Track + Volleyball + Broadcasting (DJ Branch)! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Triple Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies wise - I am dying in Econs Long Run Cost of Production. Bloody shit, they took soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long in Short Run and Elasticity and expect us to go fuck ourselves for Long Run and do essay questions on that topic. The audacity! Pardon my crudity, I need to express my upmost angst against the way IJ does their econs syllabus. Lit - I am starting to pass, hope i can do well for Summer Test. Geog is pretty normal i guess. I failed my MT class test 35/100. Haha! And "AO" Chinese Oral is up 1st July! Eeeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F R I E N D S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo bloody difficult to keep in touch these days. It's either Jess &amp; Yt not free or vice versa. And to have a decent heart to heart conversation with them, woah - in mandarin " nan shang jia nan"! More so for Jessica i guess, i mean, she has a bf afterall and that's really cool. It doesn't help that her Bf is my best friend too.. I'm soooo sandwiched! haha! Thank god i have Huang, who cannot be bothered about the complexities in life. Until someone points out blatantly to her that an apple is red, she will see it as colourless... *whistles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haoren and I seems to be getting on well enough... Quite buddy buddy now - I have you are reading this! ^_^ J Chua (My god bro) also, starting to progress into less bitching about each other and more cooperation&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; *pause for a cause*&lt;/span&gt; somewhat. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Ray on the other hand, seems distant... I dunno if it's the educational disparity or what not. It's just slightly (when i say slightly, i do mean alot) different now than it used to be. The fact that i would dare to say this in my blog shows that i am banking on him not reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i should say this, but it's no harm i guess to voice out my liking for this particular person. This person is in another JC right now. We used to be good friends, but now seem to be distant. I want to keep the friendship, but i think the yearning for the bond have evolved into a crush (at least i know i'm a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;human being&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; capable of crushes and not a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heartless mugger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Symmetrical features, tanned skin, toned body. Ooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S I N G I N G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank heavens I have A Cappella rehearsals to break the monotony of life! Though some rehearsals turned out pretty bad. But things turned for the better afterall. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Performances dates - Check the Singapore Arts Festival brochure ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on i guess. Take a step at a time and go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Jho. Gavin DeGraw-Chariot    A Must Buy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-111745599086487286?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/111745599086487286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=111745599086487286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111745599086487286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111745599086487286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/05/here-it-comes-im-back.html' title='Here it comes, i&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-111438424404108669</id><published>2005-04-25T06:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T07:10:44.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;C o l l e g e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Joined Track and Field - am gonna train for sprints and long jump; this equates to 5 periods of PE per week (3 track - extreme training, 2 PE)! I don't know if i should go for vball also, it's my passion to play vball i think. Wanted to play it well since when i was a child, but never the opportune moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework is as usual, nothing special.. The normal drills bla bla bla... I have to point out something though - My econs tutorial group sucks! Nobody dares to say anything and ask any questions! Unlike my wonderful 3505 of 3 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My geog teacher pulled me and my classmate (Ahmad) aside and asked us to represent the supposedly prestigious Temasek Seminar on National Defence (we actually get to voice our opinions to defence minister Dr. Tony Tan - i think). Good for my portfolio : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S o c i a l L i f e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have no social life! [P.S. This is coming from a saturday night's point of view] I should be out partying, dancing, watching concerts, movies, going to bars, flirting, flirting, flirting... Instead i'm stuck at home doing bloody PC for William Blake. JC life lor... So leychey one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worst, i think it was last last satuday or so. BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD Date! The conversation was as dry as the sand in the Sahara la! No spark.. We ended up talking about bloody politics and S'pore's governance over the Swiss' one and my knowledge of Switzerland through  social studies [P.S. This is a Swiss-german]. That is the highlight of my evening! How pathetic is it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Off to College!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Jho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Track ~ Janet Jackson - Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-111438424404108669?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/111438424404108669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=111438424404108669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111438424404108669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111438424404108669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/04/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-111358706157594928</id><published>2005-04-16T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T01:44:21.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It rocked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Tis good to best friends meet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Movies by the way we sought-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dirty dancing and Honey&lt;br /&gt;With mini picnic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         Fun was all it was!&lt;br /&gt;"Raped" by Jessica was I; the pinching and touching of nipples, chest, thighs, clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was thy grossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Irritated by Yanting with she repetitive lines; - dirty dancing script&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Memorised has she,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;repeats and tells us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lines of the actors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         Irritation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More shall we do it; more bonds we shall    [Exits Jeremy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Enters Jeremy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lecture silly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - econs&lt;br /&gt;No 30mins Air-con&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LT Doors were opened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Damm'd ye Econs tutor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hatred &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is one's describe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mrs Koh is Better; much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Othello - First tutorial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fetish with stylized writing is obviously shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy thought Joining &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;track&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thy should?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uniform revealed (brown) - Lighter than JJ and NY, darker than VJ. Go figure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-[Jho exits]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-111358706157594928?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/111358706157594928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=111358706157594928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111358706157594928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111358706157594928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-rocked.html' title='It rocked!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-111278590045722673</id><published>2005-04-06T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T19:11:40.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;IJC - People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that bad afterall - I guess it's all about getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;The people, not bad. Still very superficial communication and friendships. People there are a little conservative, not as dirty as Mr Jho right here! And they are so surprized that guys watch The O.C. , America's Next Top Model and talk about the likes of J Lo, Beyonce. Haven't they hear of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meterosexuals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ?! Gawd.. They need some enrichment in their lives! Good thing i'm there! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IJC - Teachers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my IJ teachers! It's all sex in Geog (Mdm Mas) and Lit (Ms Nathan)! And it's all pronounciation mistakes in Econs (i.e. Custom Meal = Custom MALE, Casino = CASHINO, " and the demand will DECREASES", proportionate = Pourpourtionate) LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lecturer from the UK&lt;/span&gt; actually gave a lecture the other day - It was GOOD! I felt so much like a &lt;em&gt;College student&lt;/em&gt; rather than a Junior College one, when recieving his lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Flying Society was here at IJ today. I wanted to join. I even met the height requirements of 1.62m (btw, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i grew! I'm 1.64!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Originally 1.63). BUT, requires short-sightednes &lt; 300 degs! F***!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IJC Uniform&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is said to be fully &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a lighter shade than the NJ grey. No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JC in general..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is getting very expensive.. Just today, i spent almost &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$60+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just on essentials! Let me list:&lt;br /&gt;Econs :: TYS&lt;br /&gt;Lit :: The Guide - Narayan&lt;br /&gt;Lit :: Lit Handbook&lt;br /&gt;Lit :: Othello&lt;br /&gt;Geog :: Exampapers&lt;br /&gt;Geog :: Population studies readings (&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bloody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2cm thick&lt;/span&gt; worth of binded materials just on one chp!)&lt;br /&gt;Geog :: Physical Geog (Not sure which chp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting soon:&lt;br /&gt;Geog :: Textbook - The one i saw in AJ library&lt;br /&gt;Lit :: Willaim Blake&lt;br /&gt;Econs :: Textbook&lt;br /&gt;+ + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly developing a love for reading. I'm like reading profusely now. So exciting! Hope this doesn't die down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3505's ABC, Planeteers, SBs, GYJM...&lt;/span&gt; Why are all of you so un-coopertative when planning a ex-class outing?! Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jho - Econs TYS. Amazing Race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Track ~ Everybody wants to rule the world - Tears For Fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Jho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Communication is the key to successful relationships of any sort.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-111278590045722673?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/111278590045722673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=111278590045722673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111278590045722673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111278590045722673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/04/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-111231138064009725</id><published>2005-04-01T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T07:23:00.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a very very long time</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been pretty&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;depressed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lately.&lt;br /&gt;My life recently just came &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ing down - in full swing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't belive in horoscopes, but it's stated that libras will face trouble this year.&lt;br /&gt;Especially in March and April.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's up to me to pic up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bit by bit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prick by prick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3505&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Very much.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clemon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Germs, Mable, Jess, Yiting,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jade, Jam, Nav, Qi Qi, Mei Mei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Richard, doesn't matter. We live so close, it's actually good to finally be in different schools!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tay Kian Wei, Cheelim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Don't feel so depressed about alright, we're in the same boat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dislike IJC - but ain't gonna mope about it.&lt;br /&gt;At least I get to join &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vball &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;Something which i'm lookng very much forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, gotta rush to school now - IJC starts school at 8pm! ^O^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jho - IJC. Gym. Movie (with wine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Optimistic Jho is back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-111231138064009725?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/111231138064009725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=111231138064009725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111231138064009725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111231138064009725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-been-very-very-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a very very long time'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-111111730939072532</id><published>2005-03-18T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:41:49.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So bored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have not blogged for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Just no Mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holidays did help rejuvinate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the will to do anything&lt;br /&gt;I            skipped gym          - few days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wanted to swim, but               did not&lt;br /&gt;     ... Procrastination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays do things to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For some, they allow the people to do whatever pleases them.&lt;br /&gt;I did. It was a          mistake        . I admit.&lt;br /&gt;It was all in a moment of folly i guess.&lt;br /&gt;However&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No excuses please. Pay the price for stealing life - it's an painful price I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC VS AJ     Confused&lt;br /&gt;Still       Confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Very     Confused&lt;br /&gt;Help me decide?&lt;br /&gt;I'll List&lt;br /&gt;AC : Facilities, Opportunities for future studies, Arts Fac&lt;br /&gt;AJ : Freedom of CCA choice (this is a major concern), Rapport with teachers built&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to try for AC, but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CCA! Complusory... Even though... The 5%... Has been... Removed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;           WTF!&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON a lighter note.&lt;br /&gt;Navleen and Qiling is HILARIOUS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jho: Qi go look at yourself in the mirror! Oh wait, don't! It might crack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nav: Hey! How dare you insult my DDG friend!?&lt;br /&gt;Nav: Drop Dead Gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;Nav: Coz people drop dead when they see her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jho:&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;Oh bwt, did you have salt crystals grwoing in your hair from yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NO i got the few usual million longing glances from lusty males&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nav: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but it was all good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jho:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;All the males are the cheekopeks under your void decks la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;So i guess you go for those kind of men.&lt;br /&gt;Nav:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;nooooo..i think i've a thing for guys who wear long sleeved black shirts..that aren't skintight.&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;so you're off the list&lt;br /&gt;Jho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks.. i'd rather not be IN..&lt;br /&gt;Jho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I can't stand yet another girl fantatasizng about me&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeah cos you'll not be seen if you sit down.&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA..gosh im so funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Jho: Ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Let's call it a truce.&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;ok face-off is over!&lt;br /&gt;Jho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How appropriate - Face Off! Haha&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YOUR FACE SHLD BE OFF MARS. RUDE BOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Jho: Let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;'s rock AJ for the last few days next week&lt;br /&gt;Jho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;W/o us, AJ's gonna be like cake without cream&lt;br /&gt;Jho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WInter w/o snow&lt;br /&gt;Qi qi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #ff00ff; FONT-FAMILY: Lucida Sans Unicode"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;chicken rice witought chicken!'\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #ff00ff; FONT-FAMILY: Lucida Sans Unicode"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yeah ok..sex without condoms? hahahhahah!&lt;br /&gt;Jho: &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;Navleen with a brain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #ff00ff; FONT-FAMILY: Lucida Sans Unicode"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;OK YOU CAN LEAVE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;ok anyways newsflash i've found my soulamate&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so tell the boys at AJ to pick up their broken hearts! HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Rich: &lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;i wish that person good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #ff00ff; FONT-FAMILY: Lucida Sans Unicode"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Rich: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;may god bless us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;JUST SHUDDUP!&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;he's gorgeous and we're made for each other!&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;he just has to realize that&lt;br /&gt;Jho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;He's gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;Jho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;You're not meant for each other&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so rude&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OK I'M CRUSHED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #ff00ff; FONT-FAMILY: Lucida Sans Unicode"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Scene - Qi Qi revealed that Nav has found her soulmate, and that the guy is dating her sister.&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;LOL ok you've got it all wrong!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rich: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Navleen, i think you're the one that is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Rich: everything about you is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Jess: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #0000ff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;Jess: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #0000ff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;huh no&lt;br /&gt;Jess: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #0000ff; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;i dun mean yup to that&lt;br /&gt;Rich: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #ff00ff; FONT-FAMILY: Lucida Sans Unicode"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Qi Qi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #ff00ff; FONT-FAMILY: Lucida Sans Unicode"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;nav its not too late to turn back&lt;br /&gt;Jho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Even you r fellow SB admits..&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;ok i can't take this&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;stop it!! my sis and him are not dating!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Jho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Coz you stole him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Jho: DUH!&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #ff00ff; FONT-FAMILY: Lucida Sans Unicode"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Rich: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Nav.... you sad looking thing&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;you're sad looking idiotic vibrator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I think i have a sharp nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;and you think a lot of things that aren';t true&lt;br /&gt;Nav:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;ok you both (ref to Rich and Myself) look like convicts from china.&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;while im a hollywood dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;OK I NEED TO PREPARE MY CLOTHES FOR TMRW&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;YOU BETETR WATCH YOUR BACK ON MON HAHAHAHAH OK BYEEE!! GNIGHT SWEET DREAMS OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;Rich: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;i didn't know u wore clothes&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;YEAH COS THE WORLD AINT LUCKY HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nav: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;ok time for my jog. BYE&lt;br /&gt;Jho: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;i'll wait for you for 1 min&lt;br /&gt;Nav: !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jho: &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;A jog around your dining table is quick right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #ff00ff; FONT-FAMILY: Lucida Sans Unicode"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;End of Comdey hour,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brought to you by Our Guest Fool Navleen!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her assistant Fool Qi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ling! And the supporting actors&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jeremy,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Richard, Jessica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #ff00ff; FONT-FAMILY: Lucida Sans Unicode"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #000080; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Rockwell"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jho. Face life. Movie (perhaps).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-111111730939072532?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/111111730939072532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=111111730939072532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111111730939072532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111111730939072532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-bored.html' title='So bored!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-10460157.post-111062757750424548</id><published>2005-03-12T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T23:12:34.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marc's visit //*\\ AC Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marc Visited.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with him outside of Wheelock place.&lt;br /&gt;He did change a single bit. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Still as &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blonde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (no connotions), still as &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;white&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and still as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheeky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around town and chatted for awhile before he had to go get something from his dad's friend.&lt;br /&gt;I went idling around cityhall, suntec and the esplanade before meeting up with him and his friend Flo (together with Clay and company). Didn't wana go home...&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Marc at Tanjong Pagar. An Ang Moh with a super nice Green Shirt walked past me. I kinda know that that was Marc's friend, but decided not to approach. Met up with Marc again and he introduced me to Flo. Nice guy.. Nice eyes! Omg... This one is sea blue... Oooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Venue: Tantric&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2100&lt;br /&gt;People: Three Germans (Marc, Flo and Clay's friend), 2 Singaporeans (Clay and Myself), 1 Mexican, 1 Mainland Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chatted. Go to know each other better. Clay's friends, especially the mexican and the chinese. Hahah! Hilarious when they are put together! It's the racial differences that made them so funny. Both trying to cope with the English language and trying to be &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;understood deeply, by laymen methods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But all 7 of us spoke of the same language when it comes to certain topics.. So i guess there's not boundaries there! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Crash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look good in an AC uniform! Dang!&lt;br /&gt;Facilities rocked.&lt;br /&gt;People poised.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers fierce.&lt;br /&gt;Opportunites plenty.&lt;br /&gt;Friends - One.&lt;br /&gt;Hotties Lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the CCA thing that is still holding me back. Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Performance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucked big time! Had no time for sound check. Sang our best song, I Get Around like crap! All 8 voices panned onto ONE monitor speaker (which was, btw, at least 3metres away from us on the floor, not the stage)! Mama Mia (our worst song) actually turned out to be the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Michael - Patience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CD rocks my butt! He is soooo f-ing talented. The music is pretty hang-bag though (similar to Will Young's Friday Child album) but with much more bang and oomph. Will Young's is pretty dreamy while George Michael's packs more emotion and meaning.&lt;br /&gt;I give it a rating of&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;4.5 out of 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! ^_^ &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a must buy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Jho. Listening George Michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-111062757750424548?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/111062757750424548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=111062757750424548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111062757750424548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111062757750424548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/03/marcs-visit-ac-crash.html' title='Marc&apos;s visit //*\\ AC Crash'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-111019233192519299</id><published>2005-03-07T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T18:45:31.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-enter hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;School &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's a physically different day. There's a sudden 1 week holiday in AJ and suddenly, it's back to school.&lt;br /&gt;MS WONG - that dreadly name, the personification for death! - Hope she doesn't find a way to my blog. If she does, I don't mean it ms wong! She scolded me, even insulted me. Sorry sista, ain't gonna sit back and get spit at. So i countered of course. It ended in a ceasefire. She was pissed, i cleared the air. It's over... Let's hope if i decide to stay in AJ, she won't bear a grudge..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Half day today! Good A level results! Get outta town!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lemony Pickets, A series of unfortunate THINGS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2.5 star rating. Don't recommend it. So many nice movies coming up!&lt;br /&gt;:: Miss Congeniality 2, Spanglish, Spongbob - i can't believe i forgot the rest, the adverts were so cool!::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot Hot Hot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Shit, fuck, damm! So many hotties in town today! Like one after the other! Arrrggghh.. Once i'm in the train, they're always out. Once their in the train, i'm out. Sucks la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Jho. Gym. Desperate housewives. Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-111019233192519299?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/111019233192519299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=111019233192519299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111019233192519299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/111019233192519299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/03/re-enter-hell.html' title='Re-enter hell'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-110990921664183990</id><published>2005-03-04T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T12:06:56.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take back my words!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I take back my words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - losers can't be choosers. I will try to appeal into AC as much as possible. I may have to use Choir as an appeal [I don't wana sing in JC Choir! Arrrgghh]. According to Clemon, AC Choir is "desperately looking for basses that can sing"... And Mrs Creffield (HOD ACJC Arts) replied my email. She said that AC doesn't do General Appeal. I guess it's Choir or No AC then. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't mind AJ, but it's too constricted, too conforming - even the teachers think so. I'm more or less comfortable (make do lor) in AJ, but i don't believe in settling down in a COMFORT zone and not be on a constant look out for greener pastures (unless the 'place' is what I truly want and need, a passion, not merely comfort).&lt;br /&gt;I think that people who are so comfortable that they don't dare to break boundaries and venture further are such "looosssers"! They will not get far in life. Always like a "hermit crab" - courtesy of Jeremy Ho's Mother - stuck in a safety shell, only going out when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - you gotta hate them, yet love them. They repeat things most of the time, often irritating to hear. But when they dispense good advice, it's seriously GREAT advice.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Ho's Father: 'You can be in any occupation in the future, but you must be OUTSTANDING to be successful". Think about it. It's true ain't it? You can be a Karang Guni man, but if you're outstanding, you can flourish the business and become a millionaire - I know someone who is exactly that (mom's friend).&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Ho's Mother: "No matter what you do, you must be HUMBLE to be respected and successful". Humility works wonder especially in jobs that require PR/service. "Boy, don't be so arrogant can or not!", mom says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a mixture of being outstanding and humility works best. Bear that in mind. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tomorrow is Jess's B'dae!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We're so gonna party! Shake my booty... I can't believe i sacrificed an a cappella trip to Taiwan just to stay for her birthday. I'm such a sucker for friendships. What to do, she's my best friend. Trips come and go, lasting friendships are hard to come by. I'm so glad I have my circle of friends - Huang, Jess, Joe. I love you all! *Hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jho. Arranging Since You've Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson. Gym. Rented VCD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-110990921664183990?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/110990921664183990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=110990921664183990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110990921664183990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110990921664183990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/03/take-back-my-words.html' title='Take back my words!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-110951907911642547</id><published>2005-02-27T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T08:29:58.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiok-a-dang-dang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rollerblading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from intense rollerblading with mp3 player in ear, a bottle of water in hand and a super anxious brain. Was feeling f**king anxious the entire day. Heart was constantly pounding.&lt;br /&gt;Took a shower right after the (shiok-a-dang-dand) activity, and now super refreshed! *Renee Olstead playing in the background* Blogging. I'm refreshed mentally, but also physically tired. Just great! Now i can sleep well tonight and not worry so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Woke up this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;@ 1330&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch. Watched spongebob, had Jess Huang Rich over. Made Fab-u-o-lous papdoms! So cheap, like 20 for only 80cents! Gonna make them for Jess's b'dae this saturday...&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - my fav Prawn noodle from Bukit Batok Central ^O^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym in the morn! Huang is coming - Whitney &amp;amp; Mariah "there can be miracles, when you believe..." !! Joe training Jess. I'm going to kachiao Jess and Huang. Work back and legs in the meantime also to de-anxiety - toughest workout set. *sweat sweat*&lt;br /&gt;Then have lunch and head back to Regent. Take O level results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My paths:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6-9 pts - HC, RJ, NJ, AJ, AC&lt;br /&gt;10-14 pts - AJ, AC&lt;br /&gt;15&lt; pts - AJ (though appeal), Poly, SIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20&lt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't believe in appealling. I ain't gonna beg. Hehe ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jho. Try to sleep. 14hours 20mins.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-110951907911642547?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/110951907911642547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=110951907911642547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110951907911642547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110951907911642547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/02/shiok-dang-dang.html' title='Shiok-a-dang-dang!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-110943575752749034</id><published>2005-02-27T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T00:35:57.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense of fufillment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woke up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinated&lt;br /&gt;Gym - Arms&lt;br /&gt;Sense of fufillment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got ready&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal @ Angie's&lt;br /&gt;Started on old repertoire&lt;br /&gt;Sang new song - I'm every woman!&lt;br /&gt;Whoow~!&lt;br /&gt;Finish Choreo for 4 songs&lt;br /&gt;Sense of fufillment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Met Huang &amp; Rich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeren&lt;br /&gt;Bought Jess's pressie&lt;br /&gt;Sense of fufillment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Repertoire:&lt;br /&gt;I get around&lt;br /&gt;Lean on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;It's so hard...&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;Why do fools...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Only you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Mama Mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 11th&lt;br /&gt;Suntec City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tropics Atrium&lt;br /&gt;Outside Carrefour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Jho. Sleep. Slack tml!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-110943575752749034?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/110943575752749034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=110943575752749034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110943575752749034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110943575752749034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/02/sense-of-fufillment.html' title='Sense of fufillment'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-110933803611086254</id><published>2005-02-25T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T21:27:16.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Re-designed my blog! - NewLook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool! Michael Buble Rocks! My tag board a little irritating, i know.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Mel and Sher - Tag all nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cut my hair! - NewLook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have the army look... :D I look hot! *Ego is present*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so rejuvenated in school today after a day's rest at home on thursday... It's a good thing i guess..&lt;br /&gt;Terrifiying. Ms Wong was obviously pissed, Larry wasn't so bad - I think it's a woman thing.&lt;br /&gt;During GP, we were writing little notes to each other to wish each other best of luck with O's and some other stuff - Larry is such a sweetie to have initiated this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Mel, don't worry... So long as you know we love you, with or without the envelope, it doesn't matter! Cheer up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Mac - clemon aka Demon, spilled water on Sher's pinafore. Haha! Stupid Clement, Stupid Clement, Stupid Clement! ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss some people in 35/05... I'm still uncertain of school of choice! Ahhhhh! Results on monday, what the F*** la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Navleen's pimple shrunk totally. "Pop! Goes Navleen's Brain" No wonder she has a tendency to wear wrong shoes and knock into poles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell right straight to bed. Exhausted. Went to the gym, met up with Joe and James. Gonna meet up with Joe for supper later. Finally hanging out with my best friend (FS) after so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rehearsals at Angie's place for March gig.&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Huang (and maybe Rich) to go get Jess's Pressie! Need to plan the party also. BBQ at Huang's place (The Warren) for her b'dae party. Too bad Jess's mom don't allow sleep-over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Taken from a news site:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Meanwhile, Shrek 2 has become the latest animated film to be “outed” by Christian fundamentalists in the US. The Dreamworks feature, which had become recently available on DVD, is accused by the Traditional Values Coalition for containing “subtle sexual messages.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coalition, which describes itself as a grassroots inter-denominational lobby with more than 43,000 member churches warned parents to consider the animated film’s “cross-dressing and transgender themes” before allowing their children to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article described one of the characters, an "evil'' bartender (voiced by Larry King) who is a male-to-female transgender in transition and who expresses a sexual desire for Prince Charming. It also identified another scene where Shrek and Donkey need rescuing from a dungeon by Pinocchio and his nose, which is made to extend as an escape bridge by getting the wooden boy to lie about not wearing women's underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian activists, such as Focus on the Family, recently targeted SpongeBob SquarePants, Barney the dinosaur and Sesame Street's Bert &amp; Ernie as children's characters who are conduits for a pro-gay message. In 1999, Rev Jerry Falwell described purse-toting Teletubby, Tinky Winky, as a gay role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next “pro-gay” cartoon to be outed might just perhaps be DreamWorks' Shark Tale, in which a shark mafioso, voiced by Robert DeNiro, must come to terms with the fact he has a vegetarian son who likes to dress up as a dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Jho. Supper. Read Yann Martel - Self. Learn music. Sleep. Gym tml.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-110933803611086254?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/110933803611086254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=110933803611086254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110933803611086254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110933803611086254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-look.html' title='New Look!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-110916608527178146</id><published>2005-02-23T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T21:41:25.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to you - The Carpenters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Lethargic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navleen's pimple shrunk, there goes her brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a hair cut today. Now it's spiky again! Yeah! &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Procrastinated gym for almost a week now. *Guilt* Darn O level results frenzy! &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Anxiety*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LJB rocked the house down! The rest of the bands were seriously sub-par; maybe one mroe was good - the one with the Giant lead singer.&lt;br /&gt;The R.I.P thing is so cool! Nexus, move aside, come on clubbin' in AJ! Danced on the table (chair), so farnie! Class 35/05 have such good dancers man! &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Excitement*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wana mention it. (IRONY)&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to know that the results will be out on Monday instead of this Friday. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Subtle Anger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And all that brouhaha over the 17-points thing! MOE is just such an incompetent government body. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Accumulating Anger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip it. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Relaxation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finally I can head to the gym! To de-stress! &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Anticipation*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School - Most probably. Head to macritchie for Regent X-country right after, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out people! &lt;a href="http://pinoystyle.net/flash/sbcpackers.html"&gt;http://pinoystyle.net/flash/sbcpackers.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jho. Listening to The Carpenters - Close to you. Want to &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;cuddle&lt;/span&gt; up to someone now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-110916608527178146?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/110916608527178146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=110916608527178146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110916608527178146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110916608527178146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/02/close-to-you-carpenters.html' title='Close to you - The Carpenters'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-10460157.post-110838650887847281</id><published>2005-02-14T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:08:28.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mellow Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Had Huang and Gawain over in school - they wanted to experience how JC life is. Arrived in school, tonnes of gifts (sweets chocs etc) came my way. So sweet. I wanted to reciprocrate. During break, i bought Huang, Kian, Cheelim, Gawain, Clemon, Sher, Mel, Rich, Ms Wong and myself a stalk of flower. At least now i don't feel so bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SAF guys came to AJ to perform. Not bad. Sound is dry - bad sound equipment. Mics were very sub-standard. They sang Our Story - Tension, and i was secretly jamming the bass line. They saw, and almost got me up to perform with them on the song Hard to say i'm sorry... Close shave. Not ready to be humiliated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee gave me an earring - one pair split into two, one for kian one for me - such a sweetie. Very boyfriend material.&lt;br /&gt;Kian gave hersheys chocs. I'm the only guy that got it. Felt to honoured. Thanks brudder...&lt;br /&gt;Jessica's gift was super cool; self sewed serviets with sweets.&lt;br /&gt;Sher's was flashy; A letter with furry long things at the edge. Super cool. Thanks for being my friend also.&lt;br /&gt;There are others, but too many to mention. I'd just like to say thank you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry for me being in this non-expressive mood. Having mixed feelings today. My day has not been lived to the fullest and i'm pissed with myself. Anyway, like Li Bai Yang said, arts students are very emotion-based people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Sher, Kian, Huang, Mel and Rich at J8 Mos bur-jer. Kian is sick - as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing home on Valentines day? Why am I sitting at my computer typing away instead of going out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a date. I was being asked first. I thought i wanted to go, but am afraid of the repercussions.&lt;br /&gt;I'm single, single and available. Not because I don't have suitors, but i chose to be single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed in what my god pas (hugs) said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be single, to date more people, to expand my social circle and not restrict myself to one person as yet.  Of course, if the right one comes by, that's a different story.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I home? I don't wana induce any ideas or stronger feelings. It is proven that more ppl fall in love on Valentines than on any other day - love is in the air. Hence my decision not to go out with that someone (i'm not naming names).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost a shit day if not for my best friend by my side in school today. Huang, you saved my day... Didn't even manage to hit the gym, bloody tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go to do my double GP newspaper article + chinese tuition homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Jho. Forever the bachelor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-110838650887847281?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/110838650887847281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=110838650887847281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110838650887847281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110838650887847281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/02/mellow-valentines.html' title='Mellow Valentines'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-110823255245743477</id><published>2005-02-13T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T02:22:32.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry (for the past few days)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY 1st day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First:&lt;/span&gt; Uncle's (maternal) house. Watched white chicks - hilarious. Wore tight flat fronts black pants, with red singlet. Cousins. Aunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Second:&lt;/span&gt; Grandpa's (paternal) house. Uncle and Aunt were there with daughter. Stayed till 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Third:&lt;/span&gt; Babysitter's place. I call her Mama and her husband Papa, son Kor and daughter Jie. Sort of my 2nd mother. Had dinner (just like every year) there. The usuals - steamed chicken, mushroom, broccolli, lap cheong, soup. The specials - cockles, tofu with toppings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fourth:&lt;/span&gt; Jessica's place. Tonnes of people. Watched American Idol. Went to Lot 1 to watch movie with Huang, Jess and myself. Didn't get tickets to Constantine. Met up with Yun (Jess's cousin) and Kane (Yun's best friend). Nice people. Kane is really sweet. Goodness, he is huge!! 1.83m, broad shoulders. Giant.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Jess's place, played card games. Forced Jennifer and Jonathan to sleep so me, yanting and jess can chat. Chatted all night long. Such a nice night. Have not chatted with them like this since a long itme. I miss them! Chatted till 3:30am in the morn! Haha! Didn't really care about parents' lecturing anymore. Coz we miss each other too much i guess. Borrowed Jess's blades to go home. Such a ncie time to blade - 4am - quiet, no traffic! Slept at 5. Woke up at 12noon! Tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY 2nd day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Aunts (maternal) place.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mom's friend's.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Aunts (maternal) place.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mom's friend's.&lt;br /&gt;Went home - bought KFC from Lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;Yanting, Rich, Jency, KY came. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 0030.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School day - Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half class absent.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee looks pissed. Quotes, "The absence is upsetting" lol! And just realised he likes to whisper things in my ear. Quotes, "Tell the latecomers to come see me" lol!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee cancelled civics. Got to go home earlier. He rocks!&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go to the gym with Kane. But too tired.&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 4pm. Supposed to wake up at 6pm. Woke up at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, slept at 12. Did nto do any tutorials!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8. Supposed to be Legs and Back day. Too tired. Afternoon gig. Decided to go tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsals at PS at 11. All were late, as usual. Rehearsed in the MRT (NEL) instead.&lt;br /&gt;Head down to Pungguol MRT station. Waited for incompetent shuttle bus to Marina Country Club, promised 1255, came at 1320. Took a taxi instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound check super rushed. So farnie.&lt;br /&gt;1st set was good (acc to Angie). Organiser is very pleased.&lt;br /&gt;2nd set was crap. Probably all too tired to sing. Anyhow hamtam. No energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Mang Guo Ping at Bencoolen street! Yum Yum!&lt;br /&gt;Went to recky SVJ new location, Fig &amp; Olive. Good acoustics. Place co-owned by radio DJ Adi. Nice guy. Very friendly. Of coursed, the lady boss was impressed with our nonsensical jam session. Sometimes, TAS Youth Voices actually sound better when we're just casually jamming instead of times during gigs. Haha! Irony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at this dumb Chinese restuarant at the Esplanade with Angie. No one bloody speaks english! Talked alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lot 1 to meet up with Kane. Realised his real name is Jake, not Kane. Kane 'cos he looks like the WWE wrestler Kane when he shaves bald. So you can imagine how big sized he is, and he ain't fat! He's a power-lifter. Chatted for a long time, till 0030. Mom pisssed - coz promised her to be back by 2300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now writing blog. Just took a shower. Going to sleep now. Nite nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jho. Sleep. Gym (later in the day). Finish tutorials (later in the day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-110823255245743477?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/110823255245743477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=110823255245743477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110823255245743477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110823255245743477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/02/journal-entry-for-past-few-days.html' title='Journal Entry (for the past few days)'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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-10460157.post-110786141264927366</id><published>2005-02-08T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T19:16:52.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted. CNY Eve. Reunion Dinner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Went to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenting, Kian, Chee all skipped school. Fuck cool! School was not bad, quite boring. Dance sucked - i'm sorry, but Regent's Movement &amp; Dance is much better. Dance is a niche CCA in Regent afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Went town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Dragon (I hope this is how you actually spell your name or i'll be super embarrassed!) and Sherlyn&lt;br /&gt;Ate and MOS bur-jer. Went to many different shops, could not find a darn thing to buy! Until i happen to chance upon a light green polo. *Lights up* Great. So i'm settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Went for rehearsals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back of somerset MRT. Pretty cool place, thank god it was windy!&lt;br /&gt;Sound is tight, some were absolutely lost, didn't know what was going on but don't dare to ask! Ask and revise people! That's the way to learn.. No one is going to wait for you if you don't ask.. So ask already!&lt;br /&gt;And i shalll officially declare that I Hate The Shit Song Long Juan Feng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! Just realised i got CDs from Angie, Jamaica cafe: Musik Mulut &amp; the Korea Acappella Festival 2004 complilation. See la.. so busy until can forgot got new CD in bag!! Can't wait to listen to it after Reunion dinner!&lt;br /&gt;Jamaica Cafe, i'm 1 out of 80 CDs available in Singapore. So coool! I'm so fortunate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Went home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly have to make Love Letters for my mom. She doesn't like to buy love letters from outside, thinks her recipie is darn good.. Haha! Then prepared the tables etc etc. Now writing blog. Aunt and Grandpa just came. Gonna shower before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write again tonight, perhaps. Might go Chinatown to walk around - if it's still open that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jho. Reunion dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-110786141264927366?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/110786141264927366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=110786141264927366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110786141264927366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110786141264927366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/02/exhausted-cny-eve-reunion-dinner.html' title='Exhausted. CNY Eve. Reunion Dinner.'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-110777442897188202</id><published>2005-02-07T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T19:07:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush rush rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woke up at 4:30am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To study for geog test. Was half asleep, did not study much. Gonna fail test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost late for school today - as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Geog test.&lt;br /&gt;Had to finish econs tutorial 4.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was playing my new phone (nokia 6170), taking stupid pictures. Some unwilling to remove the wallpaper of their face from my phone (Kian), some took pictures of his eyes and "butt" (Richard), Narcisussism exists (Sherlyn, Clement). Dumb peeps!&lt;br /&gt;Darn Mrs Chong did not go thru that tutorial, instead went through Tutorial 5! Stupid me!!&lt;br /&gt;Announcement of Econs test on Feb 21st. Kill myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went back to Regent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Chong is so nice, did the recommendation form for Rich and I. Cool bananas! Miss (some) teachers in Regent - really wonderful people, so determined to help and coach! I'm blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Regent canteen food is still good. I miss saying the phrase, "Uncle, Peach tea".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Back home now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Alicia Keys. Have not taken a shower. Lazy. Sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Gym at 8pm - meeting Joe. Arms and Back day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY Eve tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will see what kind of celebration AJ has in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;End school about 10am probably. Head down to town for rehearsal. Last minute of shopping for 2nd set of new year clothes. Back home - preparation for new year and CNY Reunion dinner (steamboat). Crocodile, Ostrich and Deer meat is on the menu! YEAH! I love exotic meat. *wink wink* Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes Poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" He was my north, my south, my east, my west"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jho. Shower. Dinner. Gym. Sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-110777442897188202?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/110777442897188202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=110777442897188202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110777442897188202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110777442897188202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/02/rush-rush-rush_07.html' title='Rush rush rush'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10460157.post-110743375824715368</id><published>2005-02-03T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T20:31:32.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICKening day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Don't go chasing waterfalls" - TLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Niagra Falls plastered to my face today! Sickening nose, leaking the entire day non-stop. It's sooo sick-a-racious! Sneezed like a thousand times (hyperbole). So nice of Mel to buy me a cup of warm milo. So sweet! *hugs &amp;amp; sneezes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ the Nexus: So dumb! My "pornographic" positions were shot. How silly is that?&lt;br /&gt;Wana have a look? Ask Sher or Mel. Bully an ill man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was very relaxed today, good karma is on my side - i'm sick and thus easy PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Busy Busy Busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So many stuff to do.. CNY is such a hassle! Buy new clothes (i've mixed feelings about this one), buy goodies, clean up room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to get a new phone like soon, my phone is cracking up. Need to plan rehearsals for Valentines day gig. Note: The Valentines day gig is a closed door event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repertoire so far:&lt;br /&gt;Long Juan Feng&lt;br /&gt;Longest Time&lt;br /&gt;I Get Around&lt;br /&gt;Hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Mama Mia&lt;br /&gt;Why do fools fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;Only You&lt;br /&gt;Last X'mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jho. Dinner. Still date-less for valentines!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10460157-110743375824715368?l=jhobar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/feeds/110743375824715368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10460157&amp;postID=110743375824715368' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110743375824715368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10460157/posts/default/110743375824715368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jhobar.blogspot.com/2005/02/sickening-day.html' title='SICKening day!'/><author><name>Jho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16265005702199696930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
