<?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-20656174</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:54:53.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>raining-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14831563430936106480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656174.post-114701723382673794</id><published>2006-05-07T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T08:53:53.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is now 11.43 on the clock and i should already be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;but here i am typing away a lost overdue post on a blog that no one reads.&lt;br /&gt;hey, it's a good thing that no one reads it right? at least i won't get sued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished my proposal and studying for the tests(yes, plural) for tomorrow. shall set my thoughts in words so that i can sleep peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the GE just passed, potong pasir is still under CST and PAP is still in power. did i mention i saw Sito when i was walking in potong pasir with jessie and ryan? he was wearing yellow shoes if i'm correct. yup, yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OEC was great. it was a damn good camp. still feeling warm and fuzzy inside thinking about it. yeah, there were bad moments, but the good ones were way more in numbers. the J3s were damn pro! they practically had the J1s dancing in their palms during campfire. too bad my group for slaughtered during selection. Only half left. they may be sheeps, but they are good sheeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, that's it for now. maybe i should stop ending abruptedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benj.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656174-114701723382673794?l=itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/feeds/114701723382673794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656174&amp;postID=114701723382673794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/114701723382673794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/114701723382673794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-is-now-11.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14831563430936106480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656174.post-114701671036131933</id><published>2006-05-07T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T08:45:10.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(writer's note: i've just read through that i've written below, and i can safely say it's just plain old verbal diahorea, so don't even bother reading it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling lukewarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my passion for life is semi-dead for the moment. i'm living for the sake of living. i've tried living for an ideal, doesn't really work. i've tried living for someone else, all it does is to wrench your heart out when the person leaves.(but to put it in perspective, she wasn't really here in the first place). I've tried living for a goal, but life loses its meaning when the goal is achieved. so i've been thinking, what is the meaning of life? What's the Answer? Don't tell me it's 42, i'll kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all i'm left with is feeling lukewarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many of you feel warm and motivated when you read books like The Alchemist? i do. yet it's effect lasts for a grand total of fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm still thinking. what's life for? all we seem to do is wait to cease to exist in the next seventy years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe. just maybe. i should try living for God. that's the only thing i haven't tried yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656174-114701671036131933?l=itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/feeds/114701671036131933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656174&amp;postID=114701671036131933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/114701671036131933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/114701671036131933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/2006/05/writers-note-ive-just-read-through.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14831563430936106480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656174.post-114605243641591448</id><published>2006-04-26T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T04:53:56.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sports day. Poured MacDonald's organce juice the whole morning. so all of you who drank a cup[or five] better come thank me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, had to check stores with the juniors, poor group4, dio faulty tents. then again, they are now pro tent builders. check check check, oec briefing oec briefing oec briefing. and it's already five. haiz, 24hrs is not enough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people try to make life complicated. seeing plotting and scheming everywhere. black and white muddled into a sickly grey. maybe that's what it means to grow up. then again, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;then again, it could just be everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656174-114605243641591448?l=itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/feeds/114605243641591448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656174&amp;postID=114605243641591448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/114605243641591448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/114605243641591448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/2006/04/sports-day.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14831563430936106480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656174.post-114552635977122069</id><published>2006-04-20T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T02:45:59.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ran 10 x 200m relay.&lt;br /&gt;skipped chem prac.&lt;br /&gt;manage to help someone with a fractured collarbone.&lt;br /&gt;released early for fmb lec.&lt;br /&gt;two. freaking. rainbows. in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;hell, today just can't be spoilt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656174-114552635977122069?l=itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/feeds/114552635977122069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656174&amp;postID=114552635977122069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/114552635977122069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/114552635977122069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/2006/04/ran-10-x-200m-relay.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14831563430936106480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656174.post-113819491034485259</id><published>2006-01-25T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T05:15:10.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a weird day today is. i won't even call it special, jus.....weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so early in the morning everyone gathered at Macritchie for the x-country.. Chang Dee and me were arrowed to be the emcees for the event. so nervous that i read everything super fast =X well, at least it's audible, just well, super fast.. haha.. some ppl were like really supportive, others were like critical.. but well, i'm a ODACker, not a speaker's club member right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, fin, van, yibo and me went to watch DREAMER at ps. quite a nice movie la, though the plot was predictable. there are quite a few laughs hidden in the movie. ohh, but the movie was spoilt by the smell of poo in the air. finian was like, spraying d.o every fifteen minutes.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that yibo went to buy mochi. guess who i saw. WEI CONG! haha, its been like 1 1/2 years since i last saw him.. lol, fancy seeing him sell mochi for carrefour.[is that how you spell it??] talking cock and getting stuffed with free mochi by him was so nostalgic, well, just the talking cock part i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN after that, i went out with sw. wad to wait for her, so i went to MPH to read stephen king's new book. guess who i saw? CORRINNE! it was damn freaky, there i was reading and when i turn my head up, there she was. GAH- freaky- so we said hi and i went off to meet sw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN we went to shop for clothes. went to flash and splash to buy a pair of boardshorts and then to topshop to get a shirt. it's green! haha. after that we went to eat subway and talked over food. wanted to send her home but in the end just sent her to orchard mrt. well, shrug* OH, guess who we met when we were talking to raffles city? MS WONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about freaky. first wei cong, then corrinne, then ms wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cue twilight zone theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, that's my weird day for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656174-113819491034485259?l=itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/feeds/113819491034485259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656174&amp;postID=113819491034485259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/113819491034485259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/113819491034485259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-weird-day-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14831563430936106480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656174.post-113733502946423651</id><published>2006-01-15T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T06:23:49.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we all live &lt;br /&gt;in the dark&lt;br /&gt;with only a matchstick to light our path&lt;br /&gt;but the match won't last, like the sun won't shine&lt;br /&gt;so in the end&lt;br /&gt;we scramble along blind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656174-113733502946423651?l=itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/feeds/113733502946423651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656174&amp;postID=113733502946423651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/113733502946423651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/113733502946423651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-all-live-in-dark-with-only.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14831563430936106480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656174.post-113724479081141669</id><published>2006-01-14T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T05:24:02.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is hard,&lt;br /&gt;full of trial.&lt;br /&gt;but as long as we have each other,&lt;br /&gt;nothing can blow us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[she wants to go home/but there's no place to go/there she lies/broken inside] - avril lavigne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656174-113724479081141669?l=itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/feeds/113724479081141669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656174&amp;postID=113724479081141669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/113724479081141669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/113724479081141669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-is-hard-full-of-trial.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14831563430936106480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656174.post-113705381153341714</id><published>2006-01-12T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:18:10.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aahh, another uneventful day has passed. as usual nowadays, it's raining outside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat tau-hue [tou-hua in hokkien] with Chiam And Van before going home. Feels so much like the Tau-Hue Boys from pass yonder age [Amos Lin, Daniel and Me]. Just that now it's Tau-Hue Boy..+2. Sigh, miss the old times. At least that bastard Amos joined J1 this year in SAJC. Stupid guy wasted a year in Australia before coming back. Feel like smacking his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been raining for a week. Temperature is down to as low as 22degrees. Wth, i din know that Singapore could ever have like a 22degree day. Always thought the average temp was something like 30degrees. Then again, i'm not really complaining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon Keat is damn jihong, flirting with his OG girls. haha, kidding. We were coming out from the cultural centre when a group of girls started calling his name. lol, the reaction on his face was damn funny. One part embarass, one part happy and two parts that jihong look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VM training started yesterday. Having sore calves.. Now..where is that counterpain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? 160-180ppl sign up that they are interested in joining ODAC. OMG- that's unreal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[aahh, to be young and childish again..]&lt;br /&gt;-fin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656174-113705381153341714?l=itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/feeds/113705381153341714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656174&amp;postID=113705381153341714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/113705381153341714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/113705381153341714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/2006/01/aahh-another-uneventful-day-has-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14831563430936106480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656174.post-113679688256094886</id><published>2006-01-09T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T00:54:42.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On random groping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that time of the year has finally come. The period after Christmas where everyone dismantles their christmas trees [it's true] and pack away their collection of primeval christmas carols that haunt the minds of adults and children alike. But somewhere in the land cries of discontent can be heard. Cries of outraged modesty and cries about fear of aerosol cans. An auntie's voice wails about her cans of drink stolen along Orchard Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with this people. They camoflage within the crowd along Orchard Road and strike at innocent girls, ladies and oba-sans indiscriminately. Oba-sans for crying-out-loud. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, they sprayed an auntie's little kid just to steal drinks from her stall. So much for a lawful and orderly society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's time to call for preventive measures. If you don't want someone lifting up your skirt and taking a picture. Then don't wear a skirt. If you don't want someone spraying your kid? Whip out a knife and fling it at the next aerosol wielding bastard. That should teach them for spraying foam in your face. Walk around with a baseball bat strapped to your back and watch your troubles fade away.&lt;br /&gt;-fin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friends of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking with my friend and we started talking on the way to the cafe. Five seconds later- "OOOHHHHH-" half my class is behind me saying that we are together. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THEM. can't i make a friend in peace? so what if she is a girl? you mean they aren't human? Fuck that, my best friend is a girl. Must it always have a romantic context when i talk to a girl? I'm sick of this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to ignore the nonsense. Sometimes, turning a deaf ear is a good thing. If they think it's entertaining to watch us squirm and feel awkward.. Fine, whatever makes them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, like i'm ever going to let this spoil a good friendship.&lt;br /&gt;-fin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656174-113679688256094886?l=itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/feeds/113679688256094886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656174&amp;postID=113679688256094886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/113679688256094886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/113679688256094886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-random-groping.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14831563430936106480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656174.post-113664932303794528</id><published>2006-01-07T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T07:58:29.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life.</title><content type='html'>So a new year begins. But feels kinda the same as any other year to me. Sent the usual well wishing messages at midnight and promptly went to sleep after that. So much about merry christmas and a happy new year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things are moving along as usual. Gearing up to shed my laziness and get my butt moving. Since this is my first actual blog, i shall move back in time and do a recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, an updated LIST OF THINGS I LEARNT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;list of things i learn the hard way:&lt;br /&gt;1) never underestimate the power of a hundred chicken nuggets&lt;br /&gt;2) keep my hands gripped shut when milling around during mango sales.&lt;br /&gt;3) look carefully at the set lunch number before ordering.&lt;br /&gt;4) always look out for signs of brain infections [sore throat, high fever, stiff neck etc. etc.]&lt;br /&gt;5) do not get chased around by a girl trying to whack me with a book.&lt;br /&gt;6) train for NAFA well ahead of time&lt;br /&gt;7) do not ever, ever volunteer to be the first aid rep&lt;br /&gt;8) try not to five star frog smash into a hostel bed unless you want it to break&lt;br /&gt;9) shitting 3 times a day is considered normal by some&lt;br /&gt;10) manly girls are well.....very manly&lt;br /&gt;11) try not to get pinched&lt;br /&gt;12) it's time to study!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, let's start with today. was having tuition today when Jason ordered 100pieces of nuggets. WTF! Do you have any idea how many chickens worth of meat was there on the table?? In the end, the guys had to chuck 15-20 pieces of nuggets each. So many of the J2's left the tuition centre, but on the other hand, there are some new faces.. But too bad la, no chio bu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday i went out with jy for swensens. she had a paper before that, so it was really lucky of me to sms her at the right time. So we met at ps and went to swensens for lunch. The apple crumble was heavenly sia, cold ice cream with the crumble kept piping hot by the iron pan. We were having a polysaccharide-induced high. Nothing feels better than to be chatting with a close friend watching the rain through the window..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday was great, didn't expect my friends to remember my birthday, really feel blessed and warm to see all the smses. thanks guys! really appreciate it. grin* too bad i missed the OG bithday celebration, couldn't see all the people that went to other jcs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas gathering with odac peeps were great. a great deal of food and a bit of booze. thank goodness i didn't get pushed into the pool, forgot to bring extra clothes. so we had a gift exchange, i bought jasmine a big cookie monster [ charles] and got a pair of ripcurl slips from dee. Then i realise it was the same design as the ones i am wearing! But i loved it anyway, thanks dee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plenty else happened during the hols. but it will have to wait till next time. nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: if you made it this far. you must be a very good friend.......or just very very bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656174-113664932303794528?l=itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/feeds/113664932303794528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656174&amp;postID=113664932303794528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/113664932303794528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/113664932303794528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-life.html' title='my life.'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14831563430936106480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20656174.post-113664542546794400</id><published>2006-01-07T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T06:50:25.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new beginnings</title><content type='html'>a new year has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;everyone grown up.&lt;br /&gt;everyone a year older.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;it's time to mug!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20656174-113664542546794400?l=itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/feeds/113664542546794400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20656174&amp;postID=113664542546794400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/113664542546794400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20656174/posts/default/113664542546794400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsrainingindecember.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-beginnings.html' title='new beginnings'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14831563430936106480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
