<?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-3636304965784190972</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:31:39.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrow Money From A Pessimist, They Don't Expect It Back. I'm Optimistic:]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-5035941404150413849</id><published>2008-06-27T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:19:37.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Moved;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ilovecrumpler.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.ilovecrumpler.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-5035941404150413849?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/5035941404150413849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=5035941404150413849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/5035941404150413849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/5035941404150413849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/06/moved-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-7643855559177024196</id><published>2008-05-31T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:30:21.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got a new blog. &lt;a href="http://www.ilovecrumpler.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ilovecrumpler.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Link if you wish. I doesn't have a Cbox. Any comments, use the Cbox on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-7643855559177024196?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/7643855559177024196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=7643855559177024196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7643855559177024196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7643855559177024196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/05/got-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-9165265447119904809</id><published>2008-05-23T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T19:37:01.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;APOLOGISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Malik: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To ZhaoXun: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Bryan: I'm sorry(again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To all that I have offended, either directly or indirectly: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Jane: I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Daphne: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To QiuMin: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Dorothy: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Mr Rezal: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Mrs Lim: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Ms Ng: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Mrs Woo: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Mr Lionel Poh: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Mdm Chiu: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Ms Goh: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To all the teachers whom I've created hell to: I'm REALLY sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Mr Kenrick Poh: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Mr Yap: I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Tahir: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To YiLian: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Estee: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To WahJing: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To Winston: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To all in band whom I've mistreated: I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-9165265447119904809?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/9165265447119904809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=9165265447119904809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/9165265447119904809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/9165265447119904809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/05/apologise-to-malik-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-7533076033919134157</id><published>2008-05-22T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:24:17.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just to clear the air: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DON"T DISLIKE/HATE BRYAN ER ANYMORE. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;There's no point. This should put you guys at peace.&lt;/span&gt;&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/3636304965784190972-7533076033919134157?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/7533076033919134157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=7533076033919134157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7533076033919134157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7533076033919134157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-to-clear-air-i-dont-dislikehate.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-7443327217218738876</id><published>2008-05-20T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:33:09.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Oh Malik...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't act like someone big. Know what? I don't care what others might say, but I'm telling you, about you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're bucked tooth(or rather, teeth). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have a hate club(I might have, but I don't care). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're poor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't bathe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't wash your socks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're dumb. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You act smart. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're back in NT(I dropped also, but I was in express before. And I'm not dumb, just lazy.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you talk/shout, its like you're barking. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People treat you like a maid, but you're so happy doing their chores. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And those were just a brief list. Ask for more if you want. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spam all you want. Criticise all you like. I don't care. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;OH BRYAN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm tired of hating you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I really hope you're really in FRENCH HORN now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Good for me and you:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Malik, just shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-7443327217218738876?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/7443327217218738876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=7443327217218738876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7443327217218738876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7443327217218738876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-malik.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-6459277239742576523</id><published>2008-05-18T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:36:03.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Talk, talk, talk... Words don't mean anything. Say more. &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/3636304965784190972-6459277239742576523?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/6459277239742576523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=6459277239742576523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/6459277239742576523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/6459277239742576523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-world-talk-talk-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-4001167346244141830</id><published>2008-05-16T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:23:15.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Bryan! You're dead lil' BITCH:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hi Bryan! You're dead lil' BITCH:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They were right, I've changed. Band doesn't feel the same anymore. Sighs.. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SCREWED!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bryan Er is in trombone. He doesn't like me, I hate him. Go suck your mum's d*** little girl. I'm gonna do all I can to make his life shit. I don't care if I get sacked. But before I leave, I'll beat him clean. I promise this. It feels so good, seeing that parent-less dog suffer:) I don't care what people think. If they hate me, so be it. No friends means no distractions, which equates to proper concentration on studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mr Poh was pissed cos I kept asking to go to flute. Sighs, I really wanted to go there. Oh well, thats life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nothing much happened, nothing much coming up, except that I'll be going to Mandarin Hotel on sunday for some SATA thing. I'm not looking forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life has to go on, no matter what. CONQUER THE MIND; ACHIEVE THE DREAM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-4001167346244141830?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/4001167346244141830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=4001167346244141830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4001167346244141830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4001167346244141830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-world-they-were-right-ive-changed.html' title='Hi Bryan! You&apos;re dead lil&apos; BITCH:)'/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-6447171876674059247</id><published>2008-05-14T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:28:11.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Lunched wth Sam today. Went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DownTown East. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Had Korean BBQ Chicken. Weird... Ordered Ginseng Fried Chicken. I was served chicked alright, but not a hint of ginseng. And mind you, I do very well know what ginseng tastes like. Was struggling to eat with fork and knife. Its the bone, damn... Super shiok sitting on the sofa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh, we did talk lots:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I don't exactly know what she ordered, but it tasted waaayyy better than mine.. Regret.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nothing much else... Oh, know what I want for my birthday? A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;, Crumpler:) Actually, any colour is fine, but it'd be better if its a striking one:) Here's hoping....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Till here:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-6447171876674059247?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/6447171876674059247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=6447171876674059247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/6447171876674059247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/6447171876674059247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-world-lunched-wth-sam-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-7490940427658032182</id><published>2008-05-13T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:36:36.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lunch with Samantha tomorrow. So sad... Her &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;chio&lt;/span&gt; friends not going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Might be better la... I'd be less hyperactive then:) Okok day today. Was praised during art for doing nice layouts. Ms Ng can be a terrible monster most of the time, but she'll show off her angelic side when you least expect it. Physics was ok. Damn sai!! I only got 19/50 for mocks. *Grunts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is a bit gay, but I'm still gonna say it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've got a puppy crush on Crystal:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Till here:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-7490940427658032182?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/7490940427658032182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=7490940427658032182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7490940427658032182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7490940427658032182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-world-lunch-with-samantha-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-5392257315665071819</id><published>2008-05-11T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:21:35.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hey world!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY MUM"S DAY MUMMY!!:) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, that goes out to all mummies:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Till here!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&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/3636304965784190972-5392257315665071819?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/5392257315665071819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=5392257315665071819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/5392257315665071819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/5392257315665071819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-world-happy-mums-day-mummy-oh-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-3800594119058400640</id><published>2008-05-09T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:40:15.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;POP QUIZ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Should Jon go back to band? Explain your answer. [12marks]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Should Jon eat prata or ice-cream as his late night snack? Explain your answer. [13marks]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Submit your answer through the tagboard, sms or tell him personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;END OF PAPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.S.- The first question, although offering you lesser marks, is of utmost importance:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Till here:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;P.S.S.- This is by far my most colourful post:)&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/3636304965784190972-3800594119058400640?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/3800594119058400640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=3800594119058400640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/3800594119058400640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/3800594119058400640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/05/pop-quiz-1.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-2894209921490902523</id><published>2008-05-06T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:26:44.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW! Logged in and found spam on my tagboard!Who were you refering to? Anyways,thanks loads peoples! But why stop at 2? Spam more next time ok?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had physics and math tests today. I think I'll pass, hopefully. Nothing much else. Boring day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget about it all...&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/3636304965784190972-2894209921490902523?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/2894209921490902523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=2894209921490902523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/2894209921490902523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/2894209921490902523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-world-wow-logged-in-and-found-spam.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-2346079180275615188</id><published>2008-05-06T09:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:46:52.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.buy-house-in-bulgaria.com/photos/Red-Rose-apartments-Sofia-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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Yes, I'm a jerk, but I can't seem to concentrate on anything nowadays. Sighs, furthermore, my usually nice mum want to "matchmake" me to this St.Anthony's girl. Save me from this, err, whatever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had Chem and SS test today. Didn't do much. A vein on my forehead hurt. Gonna have math in the afternoon tomorrow. Feeling halfhearted about it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet Vania, JingYi, Char and ZhongGuoMei(ZGM) XinYi at Bedok Library. As usual, I hogged Hui's Crumpler. Hehe, I love it lots:) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to Mac for icecream, came home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life sucks...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-512508546333888499?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/512508546333888499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=512508546333888499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/512508546333888499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/512508546333888499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-world-broke-up-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-8241343298126343878</id><published>2008-04-24T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:15:04.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School's fine today. BUT I FCUKING FAILED PHYSICS! So sad, so sad... Art was unproductive but uber fun:] Din, Fathin, Joanna and I were discussing Rezal's birthday. There's a surprise in store for PekYong. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WATCH OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Lepaked at StJohn room for 15, went to S21 with Daffy's friends. Don't expect me to remember. I'm still suffering from yesterday's hangover feel alike. I sucks, I guarantee you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went home with Daffy. She's got this inflammation thingy, which hurts badly. Ironicly, she wants to go for Tchouckball tomorrow. Oh well... Oh, I had 2 girls fighting over/because of me. LIFE"S GOOD PEOPLES!:] Freaking hoping she gets well anyways. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will be having sectional outing on Saturday. But trombone's unofficial coordinator, ME!, hasn't worked out the schdule. Hello? Jon's studying. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you BABY&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/3636304965784190972-8241343298126343878?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/8241343298126343878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=8241343298126343878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8241343298126343878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8241343298126343878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-world-schools-fine-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-7731993399544725666</id><published>2008-04-22T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:47:16.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling uber weird without band. The only time the band can be together is at the sacred "BAND TABLE" at the canteen. Better than nothing:] Can't believe I had actually thought band was a bore in the past. Now, I'm sadly missing it. You don't know what you got till its gone...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking optimisticly, these days a filled with hardwork, food and love. For Mr Rezal's old phone [the idiot sold it], I've been studying Development for the past couple of days. Found out that if I really wanted to study, I could. And it was pretty fun:] And pretty simple la... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had the geog test during the first period. Oooohhh, I wrote quite well[I think]. Sat at the canteen for PE. Cher was busy with IPW. The sec1's have all the fun nowadays. Physics was cool. I passed 2 tests in a FWEEAKKINGGG row!! Achievement! I pledge to pass all tests that I can from now on:] English was nothing-ness. Cher had stuff to attend to. Did exam paper. The passage is boring. Sad... Spent MT lesson at Rezal's. Abused his comp:] RETRIBUTION REZAL!!! Muahahaha!! You knew I wanted the phone, but you sold it. Nvm, as long as I pass the test, I'll forgive you:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stayed at the canteen after school. The place hasen't got enough hyper-ness for me. Went for physics remedial at 3.30. Yay! I learnt V=IR!! Voltage=(Current)(Resistance)! Happiness:] Sat outside StJohn room till 5, then went home with Daffy. Took 17. On the journey, I gave her a shock:] Fun-ness:] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Came home, makaned, yadayada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you BABY!!:]&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/3636304965784190972-7731993399544725666?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/7731993399544725666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=7731993399544725666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7731993399544725666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7731993399544725666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-world-feeling-uber-weird-without.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-673187744012616456</id><published>2008-04-16T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:43:23.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Rezal offered his HTC Touch for sale during geog. I WANNA BUY IT! But I've so gotta wait till July for my parents to get it for my birthday. To make matters worse, Sathya wants to buy it next week. DAMN IT! I'd pay $300 for it if cher keeps it until July. Oh, the reason for the sale is cos he bought an iPhone. Rich kid...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, lessons were ok today. Ms Ng didn't nag too much during art, thankfully. Oh, Mdm Chew didn't come, so SS was slack. Went to the hall after SS. The percussion section was there. Ooooooh, my pic is up on the speech day powerpoint!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to TM with Daffy after that. Told her 2 things she didn't believe. 1: TM's popular was closed. 2: Popular dosen't sell cardboard. I won both times. Haha.. Ate at PastaMania after that. Walk around, came home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doing research for art now. IT SUCKS!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sighs,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-673187744012616456?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/673187744012616456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=673187744012616456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/673187744012616456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/673187744012616456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-world-mr-rezal-offered-his-htc.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-1700812579258546535</id><published>2008-04-15T19:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:42:48.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pics during the times with band people:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100's more coming up!&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alternatively, you could ask to view my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Faster, and saves me the trouble of uploading them:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Till here:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASeJ3VCXhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zyTbedzVdx4/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189446562945850898" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASYI3VCXaI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1h0EYS56jqo/s320/Image029..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASX8nVCXYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8o7JUnTvKlY/s1600-h/Image024..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189439738242817410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASX8nVCXYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8o7JUnTvKlY/s320/Image024..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASXn3VCXXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/i82oiu-QQzA/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189439381760531826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASXn3VCXXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/i82oiu-QQzA/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWq3VCXSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9Y2kgNMHI-g/s1600-h/SYF6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189438333788511522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWq3VCXSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9Y2kgNMHI-g/s320/SYF6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWrHVCXTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JQjRWlIAecI/s1600-h/SYF7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189438338083478834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWrHVCXTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JQjRWlIAecI/s320/SYF7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWrXVCXUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JDDsTbeXjyg/s1600-h/SYF8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189438342378446146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWrXVCXUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JDDsTbeXjyg/s320/SYF8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWrnVCXVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bd3hfklbjRI/s1600-h/SYF9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189438346673413458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWrnVCXVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bd3hfklbjRI/s320/SYF9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWr3VCXWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1F_s5G77R8g/s1600-h/SYF10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189438350968380770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWr3VCXWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1F_s5G77R8g/s320/SYF10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWNHVCXNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OQhLjT7rx10/s1600-h/SYF1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189437822687403218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWNHVCXNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OQhLjT7rx10/s320/SYF1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWNnVCXOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/OqV8KFFdFaM/s1600-h/SYF2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189437831277337826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWNnVCXOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/OqV8KFFdFaM/s320/SYF2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWN3VCXPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/H0TH8e-QBwQ/s1600-h/SYF3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189437835572305138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWN3VCXPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/H0TH8e-QBwQ/s320/SYF3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWOHVCXQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qnRuBkxS9gE/s1600-h/SYF4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189437839867272450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWOHVCXQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/qnRuBkxS9gE/s320/SYF4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWOXVCXRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4-xBSSXSCOo/s1600-h/SYF5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189437844162239762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASWOXVCXRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4-xBSSXSCOo/s320/SYF5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-1700812579258546535?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/1700812579258546535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=1700812579258546535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/1700812579258546535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/1700812579258546535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/04/pics-during-times-with-band-people-100s.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SASeJ3VCXhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zyTbedzVdx4/s72-c/Image036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-8351037373419260813</id><published>2008-04-15T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:46:00.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok day today. Smsing Daphne again. Had geog test. Didn't study, damn. PE sucked. Supposed to get gold, but cher said I got bronze. STUPID! The rest of the day was ok...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went with Syuhada to Bedok library after school. I did my geog TYS! Praise me people:] Went to KFC after that. Talked nonsense. Then Daffy called and asked for cardboard-_- To D:- Popular does not sell cardboard:] Lols! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Came home blogged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-8351037373419260813?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/8351037373419260813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=8351037373419260813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8351037373419260813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8351037373419260813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-world-ok-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-8402808572674481738</id><published>2008-04-15T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:40:47.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday-14th April</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So happy to see the band table again. The whole day was a happy one:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went with, like25 band members to play CS. Oh, I ws smsing Daffy during school too. haha.... Anyways, it has been like eleventy thousand years since I played. But being the good sport that I am, I played[duhh]. The staff's attitude sucked. First comp broke down, uber suay! Got another one and started............ dying. Main culprits for killing me: Tahir, Winston, Sharifa. I did kill some peeps too ok.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to Mac for awhile after. Went to Banquet after Tahir got bored. Ordered fish and chips. Service very good, food bad. Sorry:P Tahir got sick. Went home, blah blah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-8402808572674481738?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/8402808572674481738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=8402808572674481738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8402808572674481738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8402808572674481738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/04/monday-14th-april.html' title='Monday-14th April'/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-59495913867857106</id><published>2008-04-15T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:34:13.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday-13th April</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post SYF day. Reluctant to get up for tuition, but duty calls. So difficult to concentrate can?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spent the day smsing Daphne Tan Yan Ting. By the end of the day, about 150 messages were sent out. I love you! hahaha!!!! Couch potatoed, till about 6, when my mum suggested we go out for dinner. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to Century Square, had the yuckiest prata ever. Got home, smsed Daffy somemore, slept.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-59495913867857106?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/59495913867857106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=59495913867857106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/59495913867857106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/59495913867857106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-13th-april.html' title='Sunday-13th April'/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-9024900506750199666</id><published>2008-04-13T21:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:28:55.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SYF is over. Boon or bane, I can't say for sure now. We got silver. Dissapointing but considering the factors, such as the order of our apperence, the number of sec1's, the size of our band, and every other tinny-winny detail, involved, we did pretty well. After slogging our guts out for 6 uber long months, we achieved what we deserved. Here's my journey since I joined PYMB...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tahir recruited me last year, when the neighbourhood's primary schools were touring PingYi. They did their concert band thingy. I told him they looked good, and he ask if I wanted to join as a volunteer as they were short of members. I agreed. YiLian and Estee approached me and asked if I was serious. No big wonder, as I was a terrible person then. I filled up the glorified application sheet[foolscap paper] and was told to go for band the following week. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I showed up the following week. When I first saw them fall in, I got apprerihensive about joining. The level of discipline was top. For the first few practices, we were trained on how to march. Marching is like THE foundation of a marching band. Then after a few practices, we, the volunteers, were assigned to our sections. I went to trombone, a section and an instrument that I now worship and love. At first, I wasn't happy, because of my section leader[SL], Winston. Reason? He likes Jolene, the flute section leader, a wonderful girl whom I liked at that time. But after breaking the ice, he is a very nice guy. Trombone section, at that time, consisted of Winston, QiuRong, HeTong, ZhaoXun, BingChow, Denise, Carmel, PengLin, Malik and I. We bonded well, until problems strained me and Malik's relationship. We learnt music pretty fast. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In early December last year, we had a camp. It was fun, but I did not stay over, something which I regret now. The band bonded even more during the camp. I made lots of new friends and 'lovers'. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later in the month, the band, bar the volunteers, went to KL-Genting for a band trip. I was the only volunteer who went, thanks to Shakeela. Wajing, YiLian, Ati-clar, Ati-tom, Sudiana, Aidil, Azwan and I were in the same group. A great bunch! We were like family, just like the band. We ate, drank and had fun together. and that was when I had a crush on YiLian. Haha! The theme park, the restaurants, the cafes. Oh the times... And we also watched a marching band competetion, much like the SYF. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next event was ROD. I did not take part, sadly. But at least I took videos:] The performances were great!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next up, Sec1 orientation! The start of a new beginning. The time when new members join our family. The recruitment drive was madness. The results were positive. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trombone section's new members are Yuni, Ashikin and Jeffery. We were unsure about them as, to be frank, they didn't look to enthu. But over time,as we train together, through the fun, the pain, the joy, thetears, we are now very close. But they could still show more enthusasm.:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PYMB, my devotion for the past 6 months, has led me, and its members a long way. From the playful and ill-disciplined kid I was, I have, as quoted by teachers and close ones, grown to become a significantly more disciplined, more motivated teenager. The times I've spent with the band, the sweat, the tears, the pain, the scoldings the punishments, these have [relatively] groomed me into becoming a better person.Of course, the band didn't come without fun. The joys, the laughter. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been a long, tiring, but extremly wonderful journey we have spent together. Here are the people whom I owe my life to:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Poh: You've scolded me. You've punished me. You've embarrassed me. You've humiliated me. You've made me a better person. I thank you, from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Yap: You've been the less-fierce Mr Poh. I thank you for the times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Majors: Tahir, YiLian, Estee and WaJing. The greatest leaders, ever, I've set my eyes on. You are my idols, especially Tahir. You guys are THE role models for the band, and bloodly good ones at that. Tahir, you were a friend before I join band, and now, you're a bro. YiLian and Estee, I know you don't like my monkey-ness in band, but I hope I have brought fun in your lives. BTW, you both owe me hugs:] WaJing, even though you're a year younger than me, I will still respect you as the future drum major you are. Lead PYMB to sucess in 2010!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trombonists: You all have thought me to play and appriciate the instrument I've grown to love. Thanks to the Sec2's, especially HeTong for the music lessons, BingChow for the fight club, and most importantly, Winston, for being a wonderful SL and friend. The time we've spent toghther are priceless:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alumli: A big THANK YOU for devoting your time, effort and sometimes money on us. You have done the band proud!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sec1's: Being able to survive the toughness of band with your seniors, I respect you all for making it through. You all are the future of PYMB! Lead on!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rest of the Band: For the graduating batch, I will miss you all. You guys are the bestest!! For the Sec2's and 3's, you guy too, are the future of PYMB. Persevere, and you will be the best!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SILVER!! PYMB, you did your very best! You will, and must get GOLD in 2010 ok? Yesterday was tense. I could not believe that the day had arrived. I could not sleep the night before. Falled in at 8, as usual. After the formalites, Tahir told us to take our time to set up our instruments. Did formations till 10. Released for lunch until 12.30. Went to Mac with Yuni and Shikin. Started to rain. Was happy, as I thought we could practice more. Went back to school, changed oto full uniform. The rain had stopped. After the UICs and alumli had checcked our uniforms, we watched a video. Its was about The times PYMB had toghther. Pics and short videos on graduating members speaking their mind about the SYF were shown. Testimonials were also show. Many people were crying by then. But the most touching part, was when Khairul's video started. Oh, I cried dammit. After the video, Mr Poh told us to close our eyes, to thimk about the practices, how hard we trained. I really cried. Then, it was time to leave.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the bus journey, cheers and band songs were sung. It was very mood lifting. We reached our battle zone, the national stadium. Lots of bands were there. TK was impressive. At about 4, we went out to perform. I swear, I gave my best. The scool was cheering like mad. The results annoucment was totally scary. I was damn nervous can? I didn't feel as dissapointed when we got gold, then when Tahir didn't get the best drum major award. My head, which I held up high, sank. We did our best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winston was crying after the announcement. Haha, his second time! The whole band then ran towards the front of the school to give an encore. Kept telling Winston we had done our best. WOOHOO!! The encore was hyper! Dance around while playing. Magic, pure magic. Kept lifting my trombone. Haha, kept hitting MingKwang's head also. Oh yeah, Mum and sis were there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went out of the stadium after performing. Never felt so happy!:] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bus ride back to school was hyper-ness! Cheers and songs, all happily screamed out by us. Back in school, idiot Mr Poh asked us to fall in[obviously a joke], but Winston, He tong and I acted dumb and started to run to the field. Took band photo. YiLian, as usual, was shouting at everyone to stand over here, shift the bench over there. Sighs, I miss her nonsense. Finally took photos! Haha! The camwhore in me burst out.:] Then we kept our instruments, for the last time. Emotional time. WOOOOOO!! Bersurai-ed after that, for the last time, again. Got to take pics with the section.:] Oh, we each got a McChicken FOC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to Bedok interchange for supper with ChuRong and Jeff. Had cheeKueh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss the band lots!:] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SAIID3VCXDI/AAAAAAAAADk/EKD8y1KheWU/s1600-h/SYF1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SAIIEHVCXEI/AAAAAAAAADs/Iim1Il4dmcc/s1600-h/SYF2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SAIIEXVCXFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6X4fGNLmRiE/s1600-h/SYF3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SAIIEnVCXGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FdUkMk0u8l0/s1600-h/SYF4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/SAIIE3VCXHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/AaYE9Z7At64/s1600-h/SYF5.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-9024900506750199666?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/9024900506750199666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=9024900506750199666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/9024900506750199666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/9024900506750199666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-world-syf-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-2527277757316737165</id><published>2008-04-10T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:03:05.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Darling, don't you think its stupidto strain our relationship just because of a small problem? I admit, its my fault for not respecting your choice of friends. I'm sorry. I can't lose you again...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-2527277757316737165?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/2527277757316737165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=2527277757316737165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/2527277757316737165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/2527277757316737165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/04/darling-dont-you-think-its-stupidto.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-3307975542127960949</id><published>2008-04-10T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T20:37:55.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The novelty of today's practice? NO EFFIN' LESSONS! How cools that? Supposed to go to Temasek Poly, but someone forgot to book the field. Damn.. So we practiced in school. Fun, to describe simply. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had makan break while 2 formation groups were improving their marching. Lots of people asked to borrow money from me. Wonder why -_-''' Then, an ass had to ruin things. As usual, I got pissed, but only at him, not her, I swear. Kept whacking walls and stuff. Geez, my knuckles are seriously bruised now. She talked to me, but I walked away. Like I said, I wasn't angry with her. I just needed time off. Winston and PengLin were supportive;] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did more formations. Breaked for lunch at 1.30. Apologised, but quite obviously, I got ignored. Retribution. Sighs... Winston talked to us for 30mins. Did sectional fight club after that. Saw him during 1 of the fight clubs. To be frank, I wanted to run over and beat up his mutherfooking face. Went to different location. As I was walking away, Carmel was barking 'Not happy then settle now la. Fook!'. I didn't bother. Then Peng told Izzati to tell Carmel to watch her mouth. Goddamit! She told the dog the wrong thing. More on that later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did more formations. Oh, we also did 1 for some school visitors. Not bad, not bad... Those who knew music did, err, music with Mr Poh's boss at the terrece. The trombone music noobs were sitting at the canteen talking cock. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this scene, errr, stuff happen... Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The dog arrives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog: "Why you ask me to watch my mouth?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jon "I never talk to or about you sia!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog: "Izzati said PengLin said you told me to watch my mouth!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jon: " I never sia!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog: " Ask PengLin to come"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-PengLin arrives-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PengLin: "What?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog: "Izzati said you told her that Jon asked me to watch my words. He said he didn't"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PengLin: "Anyhow la! I asked izzati to ask you watch your words la. You just now say FOOK ma."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Score&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PengLin and Jon=1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog=-1408598&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion? Don't be stupid!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did 1 last formation after the musical session. Kept instruments, watched video. My formation row was always correct cans... Sighs, 1 more day PYMB. ONE MORE DAY! You've trained so damn hard for 5 long, long months, and it all comes down to this. Lead on!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was pissed on the bus. Practially the whole upper deck was takem up by PYMB-ians. The noise was shit. Whats the point if being so disciplined in band when you act like freaks in public. Committee members, seniors and even an alumli. Seriously, whats the damned point? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baobei, I'm really, really sorry. I love you!&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/3636304965784190972-3307975542127960949?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/3307975542127960949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=3307975542127960949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/3307975542127960949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/3307975542127960949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-world-novelty-of-todays-practice-no.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-8217439685788225774</id><published>2008-04-09T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:39:57.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tired, stressed, worried, tired. Those words describe my present state of mind and physical condition perfectly. By golly, I slept at 5.30 pm yesterday and only woke up at 6 this morning. Guess what? I still felt tired. I can't remember the last time I slept for so long. Perhaps I'll finally get some proper sleep after SYF. and about SYF.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went to the National Stadium to practice for the above mentioned abbreviation. Left school early for it. Oh, Ms Ng wasn't in school today. Uber-ness! Finally I could do some work without someone continuously nagging at my ear. A cute Ms Kwok relieved the lesson:] But she needs to eat more. Anyways, got in to half uniform and did 2 rounds on the school field. There were like 75+ students watching us perform. PRESSURE! Yeah, nowadays, even if its a single soul watching us, I'd be nervous. The thought of failure cramps my mind and soul. It sucks, I assure you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to National Stadium afterwards. Bowen and TK were there. I was, as usual, active, but I don't know why I didn't bother about them. Weird. The first round of formations were good, I think. Didn't have the energy to do the other 2. Mind was willing but the flesh was weak. Sighs, got whacked in the ear by a colourguard spinning her flag. Was deaf in the left ear for about 3 minutes. Was in pain in the left ear for, err, a long time. The bus ride back was fun. YiLian acted like a tour guide and the rest of us made fun of her. Classic;] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did more of the usual back at school. New Malaguena and ItsMyLife [idunnowhatitscalled] thingy. Hard to grasp la. Dismissed at 6.30+-. Took train back with Shakeela. She told me something that all band members should be made known to. "The medal isn't[that] important. What's most important is the journey towards the medal." Seriously, I agree. During the last 4-5 months, I, and I'm sure all PYMB-ians have learnt invaluable lessons that we would not have learnt anywhere else. The happiness, the sorrow, the joy, the tears, the fun the suffering. We've all gone through that during our time together. The people you interact with, the ones you love, the ones you hate, the ones you look up to, the ones you despise. I'm certain there's alot of them in your life in band.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sighs, just 2 more days. 2, pardon me, FUCKING more days. 5 months, and it all comes down to this Saturday. The sacred, the dreaded, the ultimate judgement day. Come on PYMB! You've come so far, for so long. Its too late to give up, too late to  cave in. We are the best, we are the champions, and we WILL ALWAYS BE THE ONE! One band; one sound! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We've tried so hard and got so far, and in the end, it comes down this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here!;]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babe, I love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/3636304965784190972-8217439685788225774?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/8217439685788225774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=8217439685788225774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8217439685788225774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8217439685788225774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-world-tired-stressed-worried-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-616355260213882162</id><published>2008-04-05T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:56:39.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_d_paNYfII/AAAAAAAAADE/lg9xtj3-D9o/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185753845327232130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_d_paNYfII/AAAAAAAAADE/lg9xtj3-D9o/s320/l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's more pics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For your viewing pleasure:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_d_pqNYfJI/AAAAAAAAADM/clKuIeDfbsQ/s1600-h/up8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185753849622199442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_d_pqNYfJI/AAAAAAAAADM/clKuIeDfbsQ/s320/up8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_d_p6NYfKI/AAAAAAAAADU/1qZqh4TOE4M/s1600-h/up10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185753853917166754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_d_p6NYfKI/AAAAAAAAADU/1qZqh4TOE4M/s320/up10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_d_qKNYfLI/AAAAAAAAADc/t5z1kwn-OlI/s1600-h/up11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185753858212134066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_d_qKNYfLI/AAAAAAAAADc/t5z1kwn-OlI/s320/up11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2.4km run today. 14th position, 10mins 20+secs. Not bad:] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HwaChong again. Btw, the band had free lunch again today. Uncle Ali sponsered. With so many wonderful people supporting the band, its only right to return the love by getting a gold. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first round ay HC, was as usual, shit. The sun was scorching, YiLian was shouting and Malik was being an idiot. But the rest weren't too bad. The last one was uber. Yussof Ishak was there. Their colourguards cheered during our 2nd last one. True sportsmanship:] RESPECT! As I said earlier, our last one was super. Mr Poh was like "...got other school then can do well ar? I make a banner next week saying 'Showing Off; Our Forte'..."[I tried my best to remember exactly what he said] We laughed la... Helped the percussion sections to load the truck. Nearly died from the heat. its no freaking joke to be standing under direct sunlight, and wearing your two[thick] layers of uniform and band tshirt. Was panting like a dog in the bus. Haha! Saw YI on the field for awhile before we left. No good, I think. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got back to school, band was as usual. Had "noob" marching with Wilson, Christopher and Cheryl[trust me, she looks innocent enough, but her voice is like Jolene playing a piccolo 2cm from your ear]. Did formations for about 30mins after that. packed up, went home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reached home, ate, showered, comp-ed:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its you and only you:]&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/3636304965784190972-616355260213882162?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/616355260213882162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=616355260213882162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/616355260213882162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/616355260213882162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-world-heres-more-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_d_paNYfII/AAAAAAAAADE/lg9xtj3-D9o/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-20367177152756469</id><published>2008-04-03T20:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:36:13.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey world! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have been camwhoring lots lately.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some samples. Enjoy!:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TYiKNYfDI/AAAAAAAAACc/S-PV9_F6YMc/s1600-h/Pic000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185007152377920562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TYiKNYfDI/AAAAAAAAACc/S-PV9_F6YMc/s320/Pic000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sports Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TYiaNYfEI/AAAAAAAAACk/rfZG46cwNK4/s1600-h/up6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185007156672887874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TYiaNYfEI/AAAAAAAAACk/rfZG46cwNK4/s320/up6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TYi6NYfFI/AAAAAAAAACs/XLUc1qUWVIQ/s1600-h/Laughs011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185007165262822482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TYi6NYfFI/AAAAAAAAACs/XLUc1qUWVIQ/s320/Laughs011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out the retainers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TYjKNYfGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BqXVc64njYU/s1600-h/Laughs014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185007169557789794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TYjKNYfGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BqXVc64njYU/s320/Laughs014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185007173852757106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TYjaNYfHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/viEwukW3TJ4/s320/Laughs016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TVPaNYe-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ltImqJBYV4c/s1600-h/Laughs000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185003531720489954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TVPaNYe-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/ltImqJBYV4c/s320/Laughs000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TVPqNYe_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/JOV6J30NFls/s1600-h/Laughs001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185003536015457266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TVPqNYe_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/JOV6J30NFls/s320/Laughs001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TVQKNYfAI/AAAAAAAAACE/9aAdIfzQjuI/s1600-h/Laughs002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185003544605391874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TVQKNYfAI/AAAAAAAAACE/9aAdIfzQjuI/s320/Laughs002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TVQaNYfBI/AAAAAAAAACM/jF8ofeLPI_Q/s1600-h/Laughs003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185003548900359186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TVQaNYfBI/AAAAAAAAACM/jF8ofeLPI_Q/s320/Laughs003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was and still is a very happy day for me. We're back together! Anyways, lessons were good. Physics was enjoyable. FYI, I hated Physics lessons because of the teacher. But as I start to accept him being someone who would potentially benefit me, I'm beginning to enjoy the lessons. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went out with Jane after school. Just to 7-11, but it felt great. Went for art after that. Uber stressful! Tomorrow's the deadline for the 8 layouts. Did about 5. Not bad by my standards. Went for band after art. Had new Riverdance gimmick. The counting part was confusing and stupid sounding. Seriously, I wanted to slap myself when we were counting. At least there were at least 80 people sounding stupid. The gimmick was tiring, but fun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went home with ChuRong and Shakela[?] after band, I had for the past 3-4 days. Did stupid stuff. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sighs, just 9 more days to SYF. I'm missing the trainings. Should have practiced harder. No point regreting. Just wanna bag that GOLD! And of course, go to to Japan at the end of the year:] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm beginning to enjoy life more now. Though my schduele sucks, its easier to cope than before. Guess it comes natural as I mature mentally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;QiuMin- What I did was for the best for the both of us. I can't give you the love you desire. I can't give you happiness. We're from different worlds. Your life is different from me. I'm really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-20367177152756469?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/20367177152756469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=20367177152756469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/20367177152756469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/20367177152756469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-world-have-been-camwhoring-lots.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R_TYiKNYfDI/AAAAAAAAACc/S-PV9_F6YMc/s72-c/Pic000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-2786863673490376361</id><published>2008-03-29T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:19:08.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R-5ahKNYe0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CHu_B-WxY9Y/s1600-h/Uni3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183179746872687426" style="WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R-5ahKNYe0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CHu_B-WxY9Y/s320/Uni3.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R-5ahqNYe1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Qxnzb9zdnE8/s1600-h/up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183179755462622034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R-5ahqNYe1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Qxnzb9zdnE8/s320/up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R-5ah6NYe2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/tZpyKsf2-1I/s1600-h/up2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183179759757589346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R-5ah6NYe2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/tZpyKsf2-1I/s320/up2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R-5aiqNYe3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2M1IAdPtj00/s1600-h/up3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183179772642491250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R-5aiqNYe3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2M1IAdPtj00/s320/up3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R-5ai6NYe4I/AAAAAAAAABE/TWyKGi9PbCY/s1600-h/up4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183179776937458562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R-5ai6NYe4I/AAAAAAAAABE/TWyKGi9PbCY/s320/up4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviving my dead blog. I don't how other band members find the effin' time to blog. Perhaps they don't study. Heh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Started band at 8:30. Damn hyper. Didn't take sugar, mind. Had sectional music, AT LONG LAST! But ended up taking the Sec1's for marching. Had gimmicks afterwards. ShanJoo was there. Dunno why, but she scares me more than YiLian. Oh, I had forgotten to bring my bottle up when we were take our stuff to the band room. I was like moving trombones to the sectional area, when YiLian stopped me and asked to pay her $5 for bringing my bottle up. Damn la, thought she was serious. Ran to the band room, took the money. OMG!! Mahlu-ed myself la. Mdm Nava bought lunch for the band. THANKS! Changed into full uniform after lunch. We boarded the coach. Sooooo warm la! Suffered all the way to HwaChong. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arrived at HC. The school's big. The field's MAGNIFICENT! Perfectly manicured. Did a winnie bit of music. Did formations afterwards. The first one was shit la. The rest were pretty good. During one of the formations, Malik's dressing was wrong. When Winston and I told him, he blamed Shafikah and HeTong. 5 words for him: STUPID SON OF A BITCH! Yeah. Did for an hour, rained for the next. Then, as we were assembling in the shelter, Bowen came. My gawd, their unforms were damn shit. Like some Mongolians. Ewww.. Mr Poh's boss took the band in combined music. At 4:30, we left. On the bus, the boys were totally staring at Bowen's drum major. Muahahaha! Raging hormones. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Returned to school, watched the formation video. Not bad:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Above, if you haven't noticed, are some pics of the camwhore are some photos of the camwhore:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was bored ok...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 weeks to SYF. After 4 months of shit, sighs, I dunno what to say. I miss the times. The Malaysia trip, ROD... How I wish I could turn back time. Life, it plays with you. But in the end, you will be the loser. Regrets are all thats left. Mr Poh said we suck[something like that]. He said silver would be our max. Sighs, another thing about life, it teaches you lessons. Lessons you will never forget. The values. The character. The attitude. They're all grounded in you. I'm pouring my thoughts out now, so if I'm boring you, I apologise. Even if we don't get a gold, obviously I'd be upset, I might even cry, I would still be glad that I have been part of an amazing group of people. The priceless lessons I've learnt,they're a good enough gold medal for me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;QiuMin is uber loved:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-2786863673490376361?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/2786863673490376361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=2786863673490376361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/2786863673490376361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/2786863673490376361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-world-reviving-my-dead-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R-5ahKNYe0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/CHu_B-WxY9Y/s72-c/Uni3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-4209844226148771137</id><published>2008-03-14T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:17:59.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Came back from band camp yesterday. Uber tiring, yet somehow, enjoyable. Oh, I recieved a message this morning. More on that later, if I feel like it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got to school on monday. It was as if it was normal band practice. I thought everyone would be hyped. Bah, I don't care. After fall-in and attendance taking, Winston was ordered to "confiscate" the section's phones and wallets. I was unprepared. How was I to survive 4 days without my phone? Anyways, I found out I could, quite easily. Moved our bags to the music room after that. Tahir asked me to help him bring his up. Haha.. Freaking big la. Its the type you see angmohs carrying in budget hotels. Brought it up without being squashed. I think we had formations after that. Formations were like, the super main thing we did. Not complaining la. It rained during every formation we did! well, except for the last 2 we did on the final day. Meals were kaya and butter with bread for breakfast, wholesome goodness[Nasi Lemak, Mee Siam, etc] by uncle Ali, a canteen stall owner for lunch and dinner, and cream crackers and maire biscuits for supper. Not enough for my bottomless stomach, but delicious:] Went for Ms Loke's lessons on the first 2 days. Mr Poh showed his utter displeasure. "School comes first" he said before. I don't know, and I don't care. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shower times was terrible. The water was freezing and we only had like 2 seconds to shower. My already-dry hair became even dry-er from the lack of conditioning. I know this is on the edge of gay-ness, but heck, I prefer my hair to not be tangled up everytime I run my fingers through it, thank you. Had some bomb game on the 2nd night. Haha, the forfit was funny. Then Mdm Nava had to spoil the fun for 5 minutes[no offence]. Watched DrumLine on the 3rd night. Very nice. Very funny. Very inspiring. It rocks. If only PYMB could be like them. Difficult to achieve, but NOT IMPOSSIBLE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YuSheng kept complaining on how muddy the field was, how tiring it was to march, how heavy his tuba was, etc. On the last day, I had it. I told him to stop it. Everyone was was marching on the same field, on the same day, with the same conditions. Even though some were using lighter instruments, they made up my marching better. What I told him some thing like that, loudly. Winston and Din praised me, saying it was the right attitude to have. What the heck, I agree:] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The last formation on the last day was very heartwarming. We faced the multi-storey carpark. Mr Poh and some alumli were standing on what seemed like the highest point of the CP. So afraid they would fall of la.. We did the whole formation. I made one mistake. Damn! Tahir's mace hit the tree, we carried on. At the end of the march out, his mace hit his thumb, causing it to bleed internally. The band was cheering like suckers after the formation. WOOTS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tahir was crying cos of the injury. Recover soon Major! Washed the canteen, etc. Falled out, WENT TO MAC! Lepaked there for about an hour. I think I typed too much. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jane smsed to break up today. Sad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't, I won't, I won't!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-4209844226148771137?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/4209844226148771137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=4209844226148771137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4209844226148771137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4209844226148771137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-world-came-back-from-band-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-2115174329946466672</id><published>2008-03-10T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:20:25.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Band camp from&lt;/span&gt; today to Thursday. Posting from Ms Loke's comp. Supposed to have art, but she's not here:] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bahs, boring-ness..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-2115174329946466672?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/2115174329946466672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=2115174329946466672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/2115174329946466672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/2115174329946466672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-world-band-camp-from-today-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-8635097674387339557</id><published>2008-03-07T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:34:09.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got my report book today. Passed English and Chinese. CHINESE!! OMfreakingH!! JONATHAN PASSED CHINESE! Ok, so it was ChineseB, but what the heck, still a pass! Failed sciences, humanities, and art. I passed Chem, failed Physics. Can't understand the latter. Failed Geog and SS. For those 2, no excuse, cos I didn't study. Must work hard Jon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad told me about his problems at work yesterday. I really wanna help him, but its practically impossible to get such a huge sum of money. Well, hope the company can pull through this rough patch. FYI, I'm not in financial trouble now. Just gotta start budgeting. Thank to everyone for their support:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band at 1:30. Had sectional music until around 4:30. Did Riverdance. WOOTS! I know how to play it already! Achievement! Practiced the Malaguena gimmicks. Then, a freaking huge debate on what colour the section t-shirt should be. Bing, Denise and I wanted pink. Bah, I don't really bother. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Combined lower brass at the music room at about 4.45. Mr Poh kept tekan-ing Trombone 1. Said they were slurring or something. Trombone 2 seriously suspects Malik as the cause of the slurring. He kept playing when he was supposed to rest and rested when he was supposed to play. Utter idiocy! Don't know why people even bother to talk to an idiot..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha.. Uniforms came in today. Tahir put his on. Woooo... Dashing[i ain't gay]. His is black. The band's would be red. Not bad, I hope. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lalala... Life's different without QiuRong. 1 less person to disturb. Weird feeling lehs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well, life's gotta carry on. To all who's feeling down, CHEER UP! There's lots of other people going through worse than you. Count yourself lucky:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is everywhere, but I found it in you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-8635097674387339557?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/8635097674387339557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=8635097674387339557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8635097674387339557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8635097674387339557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-world-got-my-report-book-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-2712186048625383761</id><published>2008-03-05T17:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T17:42:55.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R85qxfIO0sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vYK4qe98u-8/s1600-h/Pic013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174190420297437890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R85qxfIO0sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vYK4qe98u-8/s320/Pic013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;During math. My leg's hairless!!:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Average day today, with the exception of being able to sleep in for another hour:] Ate 2 pratas with a hell lot of sugar for breakfast. WOOTS! Hyper-ed the whole day. I was with a PSP the whole day. Played Burnout, NFS and TonyHawks:] I had initially thought I had lost my money. Freaking scared la.. Thank gawd Jed b&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R85mo_IO0rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BjP1OmszkO8/s1600-h/Pic013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ought me food. Could've died. Thanks bro! Found the money in my shirt pocket in the end. LAWLS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate lunch with Jed. Lalalala... Waited for Jane, and the usual. RAINED!!! HEAVILY!!! DAMN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing much to cover..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everlasting love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3636304965784190972-2712186048625383761?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/2712186048625383761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=2712186048625383761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/2712186048625383761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/2712186048625383761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-world-average-day-today-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R85qxfIO0sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vYK4qe98u-8/s72-c/Pic013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-4271999680580063427</id><published>2008-03-02T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:40:20.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R8qc4_BhiNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/30bUGY0mO9w/s1600-h/Pic011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173119624792869074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R8qc4_BhiNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/30bUGY0mO9w/s320/Pic011.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is great! I emo-ed yesterday after band, cos of someone. Winston was great. Thanks bro! Had, like 4 new gimmicks. Fun! There's one where we walked around crazy during Naz's solo. Haha... The alumli were laughing like kukus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to tuition this morning. 2 new students. Went home. SpongeBob-ed for about an hour, went to Bedok Interchange to meet French Hornists to go to JingYi's party[Happy Birthday!]. Was raining, and raining, and, yep, you guessed it, raining. Stupidity... Stayed in the chalet with PYMB-ians and JY's friends. Haha... The food was good. But I got afraid of the Otah. BooKeong assured me that it was safe. BK, if I die tonight, I blame you:] We left at 3+. They wanted to go to the arcade so I went home alone. Lost my way-_- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damnin' hell, it was raining pigs and cows in Pasir Ris. Called my dad to tell him I'd wait for the family at library. Suggested dinner at Whitesands. He said ok. I went to Popular to look for Sng Kai Kai first, but her friend said she went for lunch. Wthells...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, Mum and Dad quarrelled over where to eat. Tar-pow-ed Mac instead. KIDS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:](Happy-almost-Birthday, Maxine!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[p.s. The pic was taken at the chalet. Shades belonged to JY.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lovin' you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&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/3636304965784190972-4271999680580063427?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/4271999680580063427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=4271999680580063427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4271999680580063427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4271999680580063427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-world-life-is-great-i-emo-ed.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF1uPt_H2po/R8qc4_BhiNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/30bUGY0mO9w/s72-c/Pic011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-9046931980505692060</id><published>2008-02-27T19:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:05:04.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE GOH LAYNA!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;If you are wondering who she is, she's my super idiotic math teacher. I got 15/40 for the common test. Could have gotten 20 and above but why didn't I? Cos she marked it so idiosyncraticly. Urgh!! Stupid. Geog was uber funny. My group was supposed to be scientists who are very much in favour of Genetically Modified[GM] food. Hairudin was the speaker. Sounded like a total ass. The class LTAO! Yadayada... Pretty normal the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanted to go out with her, but she didn't want to. Sad:[ Bah... Bought ice-cream for Syuhada and myself. Sat at the canteen. Walked about. Found JingYi and Tan Hui at the parade square. Waited with them for dunno what for a looooonng time. Took bus. Oh, I left my phone on the bus. Luckly I checked. Could've died without it. And I found out Sharifah could also be called ShaSha.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home. Went with my mum to pick my sis up. Saw Rachel at the tuition teacher's house.[HI!!] Went to the supermart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sent me super mood-lifting message just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... Laughed like dingdong at the supermart. My mum looked at me as if I wasn't her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laaaaaa......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner. Signed up for MrRezal's NING thingy. Blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-9046931980505692060?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/9046931980505692060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=9046931980505692060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/9046931980505692060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/9046931980505692060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-world-i-hate-goh-layna-if-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-3492342594002246567</id><published>2008-02-26T17:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:20:49.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today's a SUPER HAPPY day!!:] &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Not supposed to tell you, so I'll not. Don't wanna make another stupid decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Went to Mac with Hirin, Huda, JingYi, HeTong, Jeff and ZhaoXun. Met Saidah, Miss Tom[Atiqah] and Nazebra there. Saidah and I acted retarded again. Went to NTUC. Bought chocs. Went to library. Studied GM foods. Simple larrrs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Came home, blogged. [p.s. If I've not been posting for awhile, it's cos my mum banned me:(]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Till here:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/3636304965784190972-3492342594002246567?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/3492342594002246567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=3492342594002246567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/3492342594002246567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/3492342594002246567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-world-great-news-jane-and-i-are.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-8735128466219085849</id><published>2008-02-22T21:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T22:35:49.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey world! Got my English results back today. Sad. Got only 67/100. Expecting more. Sighs.. I blame the topic. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band at 1:30. I LOVE MY BAND! Music till 4+. Learnt Riverdance. So boring. Did formations after that. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Loved the "It's my Life" part. I know how to play say....:] Fun la... Then it had to rain. Cool us down, but causede a major stink. Went to canteen for combined music due to the rain. From what I can tell, I need to learn the Work Song, Pilatus, Malaguena, and Riverdance. Work hard Jon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before dismissal, Mr Poh was saying like, at the rate we're going, getting GOLD[!] wouldn't be a problem. He can be a real, big a** at times, but he's really good at raising his member's moralle:] Made me even more proud of my band&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Found out that I still love her. Sighs. I'm gonna delete the post that made her cry. I'm stupid. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAINED. Yadayada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JingYi was all emo cos of ZhengDe. Cheer up:] Your dad loves you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but I simply can't forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're like a tattoo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;etched deeply on my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I loved you alot then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you even more now.&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/3636304965784190972-8735128466219085849?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/8735128466219085849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=8735128466219085849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8735128466219085849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8735128466219085849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-world-got-my-english-results-back.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-817434513168472791</id><published>2008-02-21T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T16:49:29.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy! Ecstacy! Happiness! Common tests are over! YAY! Today was Physics. FYI, I hate Physics. Dunno why.Chem's a much funner subject. Had art remedial after test. So boring. Complete a face. Ms Ng gave me an advertistment on, ahem, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bust enhancemnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If she wasn't feeling awkward, I certainly was. Everyone who walked past me, including the girls, kept commenting on the... Nevermind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waited at the canteen with Tahir and Carmel for JingYi and Charlotte. Blahs. Tahir kept asking about why Jane and I broke up. For a major, he's kinda irritating. Must be because of my influence:] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to Mac[again] with Hirin, Denise[the nephew], Bryan, JingYi,Charlotte and Saidah. Saidah and I pretended the McSpicy and Fillet'o'Fish boxes were handphones. HahahaXD Stupid fun. Laughed a Freaking ton, or two. Went with my daughters[JY and Char] to Tampines Mall to buy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DRUMSTICKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Heheheh.. Charlotte was evil. After I paid $17, she came over and told me she had a discount card.-_- Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Came home. Lalalalala...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Band tomorrow! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAND FEVER!!&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/3636304965784190972-817434513168472791?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/817434513168472791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=817434513168472791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/817434513168472791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/817434513168472791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-world-joy-ecstacy-happiness-common.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-6553534198000160260</id><published>2008-02-20T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:19:45.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gona give up on her. Peeps say its unkind and all, but she's right. Why try so hard when she doesn't love you. Ok Jon! A new you's coming up! I know I can't forget the memories, but its gonna be chucked aside, only to be opened 20 years from now[ok, that was lame]. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geography and Chinese today. Kinda difficult. Went to Mac with JingYi, Charlotte, Bu..opps... Huda, ZhaoXun, and WaJing. Talked and blahhed. Left for home at about 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reached home, no one was in. Mum and sis at unknown place. Grandma went for check-up. Dad, obviously at work. Slept on the bench outside for 45 minutes. Now I know how the homeless feel. The constant fear of someone coming to harm you or steal your stuffs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, realised  have a very strong feeling for one person, mild feelings for 2. Feels like something I felt when I met Jane. I suck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't love you no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will we stll be friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-6553534198000160260?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/6553534198000160260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=6553534198000160260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/6553534198000160260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/6553534198000160260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-world-im-gona-give-up-on-her.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-8609627909530298669</id><published>2008-02-19T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:42:08.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna die.There's no point living if there's nothing to live for.&lt;br /&gt;Will conisider suicide after common tests.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-8609627909530298669?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/8609627909530298669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=8609627909530298669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8609627909530298669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8609627909530298669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wanna-die.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-8015141068803028697</id><published>2008-02-19T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T17:16:20.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss Jane. Seriously alot. Whenever I see her, I so would wanna go up to her, hold her hands and tell her tons. We're so close, yet, so darn very far. I've not said a word to her since the 15th. I'm hopeless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had Social Studies and Chemistry today. Morderatly easy. Should be able to pass. Yesterday was English and Math. Oh, those were easy:] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to Kfc for lunch with Hirin, Huda, JingYi,Charlotte, Vania and ZhaoXun. Ate some weird pizza looking thingy. Went to Bedok library afterwards. Did Physics. Little was absorbed-_- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walked to a donut shop, paced about for awhile, and walked to the Mrt station with JY and Hirin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, when we were in the library, I "borrowed" Tan Hui's Crumpler. RED! Nice:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sighs,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you're reading this, I wanna let you know that I'll wait. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a long, long time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you, I will..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-8015141068803028697?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/8015141068803028697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=8015141068803028697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8015141068803028697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8015141068803028697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-world-i-miss-jane.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-8232427487823914296</id><published>2008-02-17T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:32:23.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuition today. Learnt, something. Anyway, I got to the centre late, as usual. Greated[not literally] by an awesome looking young lady:P Hey, I've got raging hormones ok? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ended tuition at 10:40. Apparently, the teacher cheated yhe class of 5 minutes lesson time. Karma........ Found a new interest: STUDYING! Must be the simplicity of the normal stream's lessons. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sighs, she agreed to be friends, which is pretty good already. Better then pretending we're strangers when we see each other. Memories...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally[so to speak] know why I typed those words, which caused something to happen which made me cry for the first time in more then a year. Wanna know? I ain't telling...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh ok... It was stress. Pure mutherforking stress caused by studying. Sighs. Regrets are all thats left....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here babes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once upon a time;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;something happened to me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was the sweetest thing that could be;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A fantasy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a dream come true; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the day I met you.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry, I did not buy anything for you as I did not have the time to do so;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, Thank you for being there for me when I'm down;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You always shower me with the love i need;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be there for you when you need me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you and I always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't break your promise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/3636304965784190972-8232427487823914296?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/8232427487823914296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=8232427487823914296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8232427487823914296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8232427487823914296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-world-tuition-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-7220377943222276029</id><published>2008-02-15T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:53:26.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total defence day today. Only geography and english:] Good ol' Mr Rezal gave us answers for the common test, straight from the answer sheet. Top man! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt like shit before school. Showed an amazing attitude to almost everyone. Got about 10 people who approached me to bugger off. Reason? What Jane wrote on her blog last night. It's my fault. If I've not posted what I posted 2 days ago, this could have been bloody avoided. Sighs... Stupidity kills. She gave me a card yesterday. I clutched it the whole morning. Didn't let no one touch it. To all whom I had offended, I offer my sincerest apologies. Thing got a bit better in class. Geography cheered me up a little. Did a report for english.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watched a funny game after recess. Peeps were throwing water and newspaper all over the parade square. Haha... Uber-funny. Dismissed at 12.20. Ate with JingYi and Charlotte. Didn't have no mood. Couldn't find the courage to speak to Jane. I had a whole, freaking lot to tell her, but something pulled me back. Urgh! Fells damn weird. Not being able to love the person you love. How dumb is that? Very dumb, I'll tell you. No CLB today:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band relaxed me a whole lot. Sectional music for the first god-only knows-how-long minutes/hours. Combined at Mr Malik's homeroom. Sitting next to a very powerful percussion section can really hurt your eardrums, as PengLin and I found out. After that, FORMATIONS! I think I only screwed up during the fight club. Otherwise, all was swell:] The band was dismissed 30minutes earlier today:] Happiness abound... Tomorrow would be only to 1pm, so, erm, YAY!! Blah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For as long as you want me to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I regert what I've done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really, really love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please forgive me......&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/3636304965784190972-7220377943222276029?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/7220377943222276029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=7220377943222276029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7220377943222276029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7220377943222276029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-world-total-defence-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-7866249000437365339</id><published>2008-02-14T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:35:24.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE MYSELF! I HATE MYSELF! I HATE MYSELF! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone got that? Cos seriously, I really do. I did wrong. Whatever the fuck I did, I don't fucking know. Why? I don't dig deep enough to find out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Know why I even try to please you? Its cos I fucking love you. When I told you I was satisfied, I fucking mean it. I've never love any of my ex-es as much as you, and trust me, I loved them alot. And it was not a freaking lie. Fate brought us together, don't let it tear us apart. You're the one who keeps me going. You're the completion of my life. You're everything I want and you'e everything I need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're all I want. I have never, fucking damn never, felt so much for anyone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really cannot believe this is happening to us. I'm sorry for all that I've done to make you upset, I really am...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry and I love you, alot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-7866249000437365339?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/7866249000437365339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=7866249000437365339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7866249000437365339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7866249000437365339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-world-i-hate-myself-i-hate-myself-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-8086091706179905136</id><published>2008-02-11T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:14:22.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jane asked me to post. Ain't got no time to blog these few days..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So count  yourselves lucky to be able to read my post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry and I love you:) I love the band too!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-8086091706179905136?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/8086091706179905136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=8086091706179905136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8086091706179905136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8086091706179905136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-world-jane-asked-me-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-103193827699229618</id><published>2008-02-08T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:00:42.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm getting lazy to blog now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some one said my blog's boring. I TOTALLY AGREE. She also said Jane was lucky to have me. Agree with that too:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will post trombone section outing pics when I can find my USB cable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till then,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jane aand Jane and Jane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-103193827699229618?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/103193827699229618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=103193827699229618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/103193827699229618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/103193827699229618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-world-im-getting-lazy-to-blog-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-349813911653229574</id><published>2008-02-04T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:22:00.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, nothing much to talk about during school hours, so i'll not talk about that. The part of the day taht was really fucked was during band. I did not freaking feel well. And I did not bring my PE tshirt. Because I wasn't feeling well, I missed out on doing the fight club. When I felt better, I asked Mr Poh for permission to fall in. He saw that I wasn't wearing the proper attire, asked why, said I did not have the basic discipline to be in band, and he didn't want me in it. I felt like shit. Urgh!! Went home, wanted to go back for band, request got declined by my mother. Said my room was too messy. Life sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything I do, I do it for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-349813911653229574?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/349813911653229574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=349813911653229574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/349813911653229574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/349813911653229574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-world-ok-nothing-much-to-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-8651692417378756675</id><published>2008-02-02T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:01:36.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was fun:) Band, band, band! Maybe it was just me, but everyone looked tired. Oh, He Tong brought a "waterbottle box" for the section. It was made of cardboard, so obviously it didn't withstand the amount of water it was inflicted with. Idea, great. Excecution, not so good. Still, kudos to him for coming up with this idea:) I'm deciding to get an icebox to replace the one He Tong brought. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, someone in the band came up with the ingenious idea to get the sections to fall in, erm, in their respective sections. Simple, but no one had thought about it. It'll certainly save time when the SLs are marking attendance. We did footdrills for awhile. Then, it was FORMATIONS! Lalala... After awhile, we had sectional bonding. Talked about tomorrow's outing. Only 3 of us wanted to go to Sentosa. Sighs, if anything ugly happens, it;ll be my fault. Then , it was lunch. Uncle Ali's! Uber delicious:) It was bonding again after lunch. We played truth or dare and entangle. Haha, QiuRong had to "confess" her love for G, Jeff had to confess his for Charlotte, and yadayada. Had concentration and some number game with euphonium amd tuba. Haha, QiuRong had to act sexy with some guy. Then Winston came back and spoilt the fun. Bummer. Did fight club(stupid name). Fun:) Had combined music and formations in the hall after that. Merged Pilatus and Malaguena with the fight club. Pretty awkward, but enjoyable. After the rain, we went to the field for the newly "modified" formation. The field was damn muddy can? So Mr Poh kindy allowed us to march around feet-naked. Haha, freaking &lt;em&gt;shiok&lt;/em&gt;. Did till Mr Poh was satisfied. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a trombone discussion after band. The girls were unhappy. My fault, I guess. I tried to apologise. Winston told me not to be bothered about them. Sighs, feel guilty. Meet Jane at the bubble tea shop. Kissed her freaking alot of times. Hahahaha! Evil me. Went to the train station with Hetong and JingYi. Talked crap. Sharifah sent me a candid pic of YiLian in the bus. Looked like a nerd. Shitting funny. So got home, ate, showered, enjoyed the new sofa for awhile, blogged.(the sofa's supremely comfortable:)) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jane Tan Hui Khim is LOVED!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-8651692417378756675?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/8651692417378756675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=8651692417378756675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8651692417378756675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8651692417378756675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-world-today-was-fun-band-band-band.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-8622644886794571881</id><published>2008-02-01T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:01:24.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was not a good day. Right after school, I kept screwing things up. Was talking to Winston, he pushed(?) me, my elbow hit Jane in the head. I kept saying sorry, but she was irritated. Went to CLB at 1 for test. Carmel was there too. Waited for her to finish the test, then we walked &lt;em&gt;slowly&lt;/em&gt; to the band store, but stupidly, it was locked. Found out they were in the multi-purpose room, watching videos on SYFs of yesteryear. UBER BORING! Samanta was there, finally. But I found out she made feel guilty for not knowing how to play songs during combined music. Urgh... I suck lots. At about 4 we had FORMATIONS! Yay! Sam kept asking us to check our dressing. It helped:) Kept repeating the formations. Sickening. Oh, there was a dance instructor at the MPR during sectional. We didn't greet him. We were told by Mr Poh to run &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(!) freaking rounds around the field. Anyways, when we were running to the band store to keep our instruments, Mr He Tong tripped on a bin and fell. Hard.( 3 trombones and a trombonist were hurt in the making of this fall. ) Well, He Tong suffered the most. Couldn't walk properly. Poor thing. The trombones suffered minimal injuries. After keeping the 'bones, I supported Tong to the canteen(I'm so kind). Made him sit there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After band, I supported the guy out of school, with me carrying his bag(Oh, a kind angel, I am.).  He kept complaining I treated him like a handicap, which he was. Waited for Jane, she was upset. Walked towards the bubble tea shop, when I then realised I had to go hame fast. Said I was sorry that I couldn't go. I was treated with indifference:(. Got upset, walked to the bus stop. Talked on the bus with JingYi and Charlotte. Got to the interchange, took train home. Got home, ate, showered, blogged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry and I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-8622644886794571881?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/8622644886794571881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=8622644886794571881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8622644886794571881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/8622644886794571881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hey-world-today-was-not-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-4539311536543144430</id><published>2008-01-31T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:47:41.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got hit by a fcuking ball after school. Specticle lense came out. Top of nose bleeding. Head effin' pain. Wanted the culprit to compensate, but he looked so pitiful. Bah, said I wouldn't let him pay the full bill. Good thing there wasn't one. Walked around half blind. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Took 17 with Nazhan. A couple of St. Anthony's girls were on the bus, but being half blind, see them clearly was pretty difficult. Yadayada... Got to WhiteSands, went to the optical shop, got specs repaired:) There after, went to have my hair cut. Looks like shit now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, please don't hate yourself, especially when there's someone loving you, alot and alot:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You complete my life. I love you&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-4539311536543144430?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/4539311536543144430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=4539311536543144430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4539311536543144430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4539311536543144430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-world-got-hit-by-fcuking-ball-after.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-7312533295574079879</id><published>2008-01-30T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:35:51.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School was, as again, the usual. Yadayada... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After school, I got Jane a little upset. She wanted bubble tea. She asked me to buy, but the weather was damn freaking hot, I said I didn't want to. Sighs, laziness kills.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, the trombone section is going on an outing on Sunday! Yay-ness!! We're temporally deciding on going to Vivo and Sentosa. I'll be comfirmed most likely tomorrow. Fun-ness!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing special today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're happy, I am too. I love you:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-7312533295574079879?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/7312533295574079879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=7312533295574079879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7312533295574079879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7312533295574079879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-world-school-was-as-again-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-2215259726413051424</id><published>2008-01-29T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T16:21:55.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School was the usual. Had art in the library. Jane's class was there. When I got in, Ms Joanne Tan called out to me. I so freaking thought she was going to scold me for being with Jane. Haha, turned out she wanted to pass me some CNY decorations for Mr Rezal(just realised I left the decor in Mr Poh's homeroom). I was seating across Faye. Got worried that Jane would get angry:P I drew a Singapore Airforce plane:) On and on, lessons continued. Yadayada, I had initially thought school would end at 2.30. Haha, but it ended at 1.30. Went to band table. After which, tagged along with Zhahirin, Sudiana and Sayidah to Mac. G tagged along too. Ate, then went to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Munchy's. Didn't have no mood to eat a donut. Oh, at Mac, I saw the Temasek girl who was at LongJohn. Yadayada, reached home, blogged..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Might post again later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you and I love you and I love you:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-2215259726413051424?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/2215259726413051424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=2215259726413051424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/2215259726413051424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/2215259726413051424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-world-school-was-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-2965447077805089022</id><published>2008-01-28T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:54:09.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty usual at school today.. Anyways, I would like to apologise to Mr Lionel Poh(I'm using his full name cos there is another Mr Poh you could get confused with). I hope you'll forgive me for being rather rude to you. Oh yeah, English and math tests today. I can almost guarantee a pass for both papers.:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got to band late cos lessons ended &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at 2:30, which coincidentally was the time band started. I got &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tekan-ed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the band room by Estee for wearing ankle socks:P Sorry Assistant band Major, I've got no more above ankle socks. Did sectional music for a while. After which, WE DID FORMATIONS!! Yay-ness:) My memory failed me for the first few "trails", but returned after seeing Mr Poh(this is Mr Kendrick Poh, the conductor, and during band, he is THE man to be feared, in band, at least) Did formtions until &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ber-su-rai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(?). Oh, Peng Lin got us dead worried when she cried. Did say a word(!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;Yadayada.... Got home, and the usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;Till here:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;Whatever you do, I'm satisfied:) I love you!&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/3636304965784190972-2965447077805089022?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/2965447077805089022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=2965447077805089022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/2965447077805089022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/2965447077805089022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-world-pretty-usual-at-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-4668108384542321121</id><published>2008-01-26T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:31:33.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band today. Got straight to marching after fall-in. Did hen-tak(?) and lots of turnings. Fun-ness:) But it was kinda sadistic for Mr Poh to get us to march so vigorously so early in the morning. Maybe it cos there were St. John peeps there, so he wanted to show off the band's prowess. Muahahaha! If you have it, flaunt it. Then it was formations. Oh, one of the three main reasons I remain so loyal and loving to the band. FYI, the other two reasons are the music and the people(who are oh so great, except a son of a b****). Goddamn sun was our the whole day. The amount of sweat on everyone was about the same amount you'd get after stepping out of the shower. But it was enjoyable, nonetheless. Uber proud of myself  during combined music. I actually played Aztec Fire, Estencia, Work Song and It's My Life(though not the whole song)! A small achievement, but an achievement nonetheless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to bubble tea shop with Jeffiery, JingYi and Vania. We then took the bus to to Bedok. Got about exchanging phone numbers with them. Arrived at Bedok, walked to the train station with JingYi. And yeah, got home showered, had dinner, blogging. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:)  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(p.s. some inconsiderate sonofajerk stank up the whole music room during combined music. He cause QiuRong and BingChow to almost puke their guts out. Well, he probably caused the whole band to almost puke. Why don't such people just die? Wasting precious oxygen)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jane, I LOVE YOU LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS!:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-4668108384542321121?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/4668108384542321121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=4668108384542321121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4668108384542321121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4668108384542321121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-world-band-today_26.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-1976384878365066343</id><published>2008-01-24T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:06:28.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, so, SO pissed during the first lesson of the day! Son of a b**** Lionel Poh(he's a teacher) had me standing outside the class for 1 fcuking hour! All because I was late for class. GODDAMN IT! I had a freaking valid reason. Urgh... So controlled myself la... My fists were freaking clutched, but good kid Jon controlled himself. I raised my voice though. Ok, so I didn't control that much, but he did more injustice to me in an hour then i did to him in his whole teaching life in PingYi. And know what? The principal and Remington caught me standing outside. And damn, they made it sound like it was my fault! Oh yeah, take his side. But I was pretty proud of myself for controlling myself:) When I was quarreling with him, Jane was outside the class giggling her head off... Oh well... I still love her, ALOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had the geography mock exam today. I told Mr Chiu that I needed to get home early, so he was kind enough to let me take the exam during home period. Erm, actually, it was a "geography and social studies mock exam"... Dumb. It was mind wrecking. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finished at 1:30. Went to band table to meet Jane. She wanted to buy TEENS, so we went to 7-11... We walked s-l-o-w-l-y... Sighs... I think I'm a horrible bf... I think I'm neglecting her... Urgh! I dunno... Someone give me some tips on being a better bf, like, now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, bimbo still hasn't gotten back with her parents. Poor thing... But she says its better. Weirdo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erm, I guess thats all:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm thinking of you, all day, everyday. I love you baobei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-1976384878365066343?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/1976384878365066343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=1976384878365066343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/1976384878365066343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/1976384878365066343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-world-so-so-so-pissed-during-first.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-4639518784137215777</id><published>2008-01-23T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:51:51.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posting again. Oh, how I dread every frigging minute that passes. Its all damn thanks to a mock geography test tomorrow. The stress! The worry! The, erm... whatever! Jon must so totally pass! And live past tomorrow. Wish me lots of luck people!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good thing bimbo's been helping me shove knowledge in my limited memory. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I wanna take a heavy snack now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love jane, lots and lots and lots!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-4639518784137215777?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/4639518784137215777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=4639518784137215777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4639518784137215777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4639518784137215777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-world-posting-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-1526975751390876163</id><published>2008-01-23T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T15:29:35.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its been, erm, a while since i blogged. Got no time. School, band, yadayada.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, today was pretty uneventful. Lessons were almost non-existent, except math. I had, like, 2 recesses cos I had CLB, which essentially means a free period. Got scolded by Ms Goh for talking in her class. Deserved it. After school, went with Sonia to the bubble tea store, then took a bus to Bedok. While on the bus, I saw a SWEETALK store due to be opened near the existing bubble tea store. Hmmm, the competition's gonna be damn super. But I'll support ST. Its "branded" bubble tea:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats all, I guess. Really! Today was like, uber boring. Might post again later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-1526975751390876163?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/1526975751390876163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=1526975751390876163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/1526975751390876163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/1526975751390876163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-world-its-been-erm-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-777695000946801327</id><published>2008-01-19T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:51:44.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band today. No physical training:( We had sectional music for like, a while. How pathetic of me. I AM UNABLE TO PLAY THE SONG(don't know what its called). Thankfully, formations took up most of the day. Learnt some new formations. Yadayada.... I'm in no mood to type today. Maybe tomorrow.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jane jane jane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-777695000946801327?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/777695000946801327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=777695000946801327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/777695000946801327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/777695000946801327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-world-band-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-7426595602482817129</id><published>2008-01-18T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:03:56.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hello world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long day, today was. School was till 12.30. My head was s***ting, f***ing, urgh, basically, my head was very heavy throughout all lessons today. Then, like magic, the weight disappeared when the dismissal bell rang. Got to the band table, ate lunch. Talked, talked, and talked some more... And all the while, I was waiting for Estee to pass me an excuse sheet, but the assistant band major didn't turn up. So poor me had to climb up 3 floors to the band room to tell Mr Poh I had to go for chinese B. He nodded his head. Oh, CLB isn't as bad as I had initially thought. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was dismissed from CLB at 3, so I took a &lt;em&gt;stroll &lt;/em&gt;to the band room. 3 floors up, again. Put my bag in the cupboard, and walked to the usual trombone sectional music area(I've gotta find a shorter, easier name for that), and found that my trombone wasn't there. So it was another 1 minute walk back to the band room. Got there, assembled the trombone and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHIT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My mouth piece was missing! Immediately suspected 1 and only 1 person, Malik. Only that thick-skinned, bucked teeth, mutherfcuking son of a ball would have done it.(I do mean what I say in that description) When I got back to the music area, true enough, he took it. Who the hell does he think he is?! That mouthpiece belonged to that particular trombone, with serial number 903347, with was assigned to me. I'm already very pissed with you living on this planet call Earth. You waste oxygen and every other precious resource here, and what's that? You wanna take my MOUTHPIECE without my permission? You've surpassed the limit you ass! It is depriving me of the change to learn to play some music. Do me, yourself, and every other person on this planet who is better than you(which happens to be EVERYONE!) a favour. GET LOST! The world would be a far more complete place without you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, after sectional music, we did formations:) There was a new work song gimmick and fight club(?). At the end of band, almost everyone had a bruised knee. Really lives up to the &lt;em&gt;pain is temporary, glory is forever &lt;/em&gt;motto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, got home at 10 minutes to 8. Sat on the sofa and stonned. Got up, ate dinner while using the comp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-7426595602482817129?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/7426595602482817129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=7426595602482817129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7426595602482817129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/7426595602482817129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-world-long-day-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-3453368126707762684</id><published>2008-01-17T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:35:34.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second post today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;proud to say that I'm posting using my home's new SINGNET 12mbps broadband!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;much, but far better than the super slow narrowband one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like I mentioned in my eariler post, Jane and I have spent two superb weeks together. Wanted to go for lunch with her, but she had to help with her class's recycling box. Stupid box.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be a long, long, &lt;em&gt;lloooonngggg&lt;/em&gt; day. School's till 12.30, then, band from 1.30 to 6.30... Here's hoping it'll be fun. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bimbo's taking her dinner, talking and talking and talking...... Hope the saliva runs out X)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotta stop now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have to do some art. Dumb teacher wants the drawings tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jane, I love you&lt;3&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/3636304965784190972-3453368126707762684?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/3453368126707762684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=3453368126707762684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/3453368126707762684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/3453368126707762684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-world-second-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-4044759881639590698</id><published>2008-01-17T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:00:28.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hello world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too caught up "studying" with a bimbo yesterday to log in...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting from my school library, doing art research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new internet thingy is gonna be installed at home today...&lt;br /&gt;Its called MIO... Stupid name. HAHAHA! Today will be the end of surviving on a narrow-band, 50kbps, dial up internet thingy! Yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art lessons rock, for these few weeks at least. It gives me the chance to explore the internet when I should be doing something more productive. Whatever, it free anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;today's the second week of happiness for Jane and I. Heh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,&lt;br /&gt;gotta end here, for now.&lt;br /&gt;might post again when I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you Jane:))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-4044759881639590698?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/4044759881639590698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=4044759881639590698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4044759881639590698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4044759881639590698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-world-too-caught-up-studying-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3636304965784190972.post-4481322048543765217</id><published>2008-01-15T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T19:23:26.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hey world!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just created this blog when everyone else has had theirs for a few thousand years..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me do what a blog is created for...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School was normal, i guess. None of the lessons were memorable. But at least knowledge was absorbed:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to bedok inter with Sonia and Jane. Had lunch. Disturbed a Temasek girl, which I later realised got Jane jealous... (sorry babe...) We then went to a tuition center (one which I'm unable to name) to enquire about math tuition. Sundays, 9.15 to 10.45, I think.... Oh yeah, increase in mathematical knowledge!! After which, we went to mac to........ stone... Yupp.. We were there for an unknown period of time, until I voiced my need to return to my dear dear home...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reached home, stoned for a while, then got to studying... And then I got on the comp to research for art, then the thought of setting up a blog hit me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So *tada*, Jon's blog!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till here...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3636304965784190972-4481322048543765217?l=joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/feeds/4481322048543765217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3636304965784190972&amp;postID=4481322048543765217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4481322048543765217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3636304965784190972/posts/default/4481322048543765217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joniscuteandhot.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-world-just-created-this-blog-when.html' title=''/><author><name>jon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
