<?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-759067490148535865</id><updated>2011-08-03T07:26:15.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>۴Memoirs of the IceCleric۴</title><subtitle type='html'>@~!♪ Rion The IceCleic♫!~@</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>323</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-6875287700454819601</id><published>2009-12-05T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T01:19:58.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Voix 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Les Voix 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5qj-D6I6OQ/Sv7KeACzMwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4bb1iazHb9c/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 143px; height: 197px;" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5qj-D6I6OQ/Sv7KeACzMwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4bb1iazHb9c/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to NYP (Nangyang Polytechnic) today to watch my friend Paul's choir concert named Les Voix. Les Voix is actually a French word meaning voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my second time entering NYP; this time with one of my close friend, Lyon we walked around the campus. The first time was with my close childhood friend CS, we went for the open house and subsequently we went over to find my Secondary school friend Cyndy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its my first time attending a choir concert and was quite amazed at how well the people can sing and lift their voice up to. Inevitably, their beautiful harmony gives me a feeling of as if they are singing Christmas carols. Even so, their voice still sounds angelic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most of the songs they sang are in acapalla, which means that there isn't any istrument playing, just pure vocal. Only the last song "You Raise Me Up" has piano to accompany their singing. The encore song was nice. Name "In the Arms of the Angel", its a beautiful piece that brings back memories of my adolescences. There's a tint of nostalgia in that song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All in all I felt that it was a wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about the event, please visit &lt;a href="http://nypvoiceensemble.blogspot.com/"&gt;NYPVE&lt;/a&gt; site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-6875287700454819601?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6875287700454819601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=6875287700454819601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6875287700454819601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6875287700454819601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/12/les-voix-09.html' title='Les Voix 09'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n5qj-D6I6OQ/Sv7KeACzMwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4bb1iazHb9c/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-5478945616538666408</id><published>2009-11-29T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:03:41.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two days I've been working as crew member at Stage 3 area of the two day Peranakan Festival held at Singapore Management University SMU. It's a temporary job offered by my friend, Melvin who is part of the Organising Committee there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I worked with are friendly which is very important in making my first work experience an enjoyable one. I find it very cool to have the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Crew&lt;/span&gt;" tag hung around my neck as I run around the campus in a white polo tee and jeans. It's the exclusive feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little about my workplace. Stage 3 is actually located just in front of the Subway in the School of Economics (SOE) and School of Social Sciences (SOSS). It is actually placed in a not very strategic location as it is very far away from the main stage, Stage 1 where all the happenings are. What is happening at Stage 3 is a series of live Peranakan food demonstrations by great Chefs. The ironic thing about Stage 3 is that itself isn't a stage as there are no evaluated platforms but rather it is just like some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a newbie to the whole event, I arrived on time at 9pm at the School of Economics. I thought I saw a acquittance of mine there and I actually did. To my surprise, he is also involved in the same event as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I was very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blur&lt;/span&gt; that day, as I was unfamiliar with the whole programme. Even though I asked many questions, I still remained quite unclear of the whole situation and of what is actually happening. I just follow whatever I am ordered to do and try my best to complete the task well. After I had set up the stage, my job is left to handling out brochures informing them about this Babazzar, inviting people to sit down to watch the food demonstrations and maintain the order of the "stage" in terms of the arrangement of items. Other than that, I'm just Melvin's runner. However, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Melvin seems to be very busy that day as he is running up and down, through and forth with his phone ringing half of the time. Indeed he is doing more work than I am and I felt really bad about it.&lt;/span&gt; Later in the day, I had many visitors coming to ask me about where is the event being held. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is what is happening her (Stage 3) the only event? I heard there are over a 100 stores and how come I can't see them? Where exactly is the whole event held; I did went the the basement area but all I see was bunches packed with students studying."&lt;/span&gt; Are the few common questions asked. Only a small handful are interested in what the chefs are cooking. As I've mentioned, Stage 1 is positioned at the basement area which the school termed the place as a concourse, which is quite a distance away from Stage 3. Those who came from the Dhoby Ghaut usually don't have the idea of where to go in SMU for the festival as there are no sign boards along the way to guide them along. I'm quite sure that for some lost sheep who didn't manage to find Stage 1, gave up and went back home. In a sense, Stage 3 is kind of like an information counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the list of demonstrations ended by the chefs, its about 5.30pm. We (Melvin, student helpers from TP and me) packed up and cleared the stage, pushing the inventories back into the Gallery where we first took them out. John and Gabriel came to meet us at around 5.50pm when we are about done with the packing of the stuffs. After everything is being settled, we went for dinner at The Cathay Orchard and meet up with our friends before going to ei8ht cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is absolutely a tiring day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Just a question. Do I have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blur&lt;/span&gt; look? O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked God in the morning that He didn't bless me with a hangover from drinking so much alcohol at ei8ht cafe yesterday. As usual, I reached SMU SOE at 9am with a stomachache. Since they are not there yet, I decide to clear my stomach first. After I've met up with Melvin, we went down to Stage 1 area to collect some stuffs before I was instructed to go back and set up Stage 3. When I reached back, Chef Calvin and  Phillips had already arrived with the mobile kitchen being set up by them. I rushed into the Gallery to hid my bag under the table and trolley out all the things. Within 30-40 minutes I had finish the set up of the "stage" with some help from the chefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..Chef Phillip looks familiar to me though. I think I have seen him somewhere in the media before if I am not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rain on a lovely Sunday morning when our first demonstration by Chef Calvin started. It is obvious that Chef Calvin was nervous as he was stumbling through his words. However, the non-hala dish he made was really nice. I took a look at the programmes listed out for Stage 3 today and realised that there are only 2 main important people coming down for the demonstration today, one is Chef Phillip and the other is a Food Technologist Baker Samuel. Seems like to me, the last day is rather a relaxing one but for some reasons I don't know why, I'm feeling a little blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Technologist Baker Samuel demonstrated how to bake pineapple tarts which was really cool! He also taught the audiences quite a few technical facts about baking. After filming down the whole process of his first demonstration, my phone battery went flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time zoomed passed and its almost knock off time. After Food Technologist Baker Samuel ended his second demonstration, we prepared for pack up. There were a few hiccups in between the packing up and the collection of my pay. I don't know why, no matter how refresh I try too be, I still cannot wipe off that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blur&lt;/span&gt; look on my face. Anyways, I shan't disclose how much I earned here, all I can say that I shall put that amount to good use as to spend it for a occasion. Part of the earnings also goes to my mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-5478945616538666408?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5478945616538666408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=5478945616538666408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/5478945616538666408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/5478945616538666408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/11/crew.html' title='Crew'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-7877450051249035058</id><published>2009-11-29T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:41:32.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Ain't Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Ain't Drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I can still type my blog now just shows that I ain't drunk at all! I'm actually in a clear state of mind now. OK, I had to admit my head did feel a little heavy but that only affects my walking and not my thinking. To my friends who were with me, no worries ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan after my first day of work was to go down to ei8ht cafe with my group of friends to chill. It's been sometime since we last met each other as each was preoccupied with their own schedule. The outing kind of become like a get back together session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two things I found out of Andrew (a suave waiter who works in ei8ht cafe with a dazzling smile) when I went over this time. First of all, he is indeed a very nice and magnanimous guy. His response to my "hypothetically realistic question" was out of the ordinary. However, the shock I got was that he's actually a smoker. A total turn off for me though as I dislike smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s. Andrew is a friend of my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go and work in that cafe but I doubt that they have any vacancy. Moreover, I did not dare to go up and talk to Bill aka the manager/boss. Hmm.. maybe I should ask him the next time round then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafe was strangely quite on a Saturday night. We ordered some libre drink which is coke mixed with rum and something else. The drink was bland and tasted little of alcohol. Thus, Lyon and I decided to order another drink which is stronger; it has a mix of 3 alcohols namely, red wine, rum and brandy. The taste of the drink is nice and I drank a large portion of it. That is when I start to feel a little tipsy and I had a little difficulty in walking straight. Other than that, I'm actually perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing this post is because I had a quick shower just now and is waiting for my hair to dry before I can go and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I shan't continue typing any longer, I still need to wake up early to go and work tomorrow.  Good Nitez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-7877450051249035058?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7877450051249035058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=7877450051249035058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7877450051249035058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7877450051249035058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-aint-drunk.html' title='I Ain&apos;t Drunk'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-1542871874853665030</id><published>2009-11-27T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:58:26.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikea cum SiteX  Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ikea cum SiteX  Outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out today with Arthur and Daryl to Ikea and SiteX.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special happened though, its just a normal outing trip with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite sometime since I've last stepped into the main brunch of Ikea. I'm quite used to going the smaller brunch at the west side of Singapore that I felt a little outta place when I went there. There are like many little things I want to buy but due to limited budget, I had to restrict myself. In the end I brought only two rolls of Christmas wrappers and photo frames which comes in three per set. After paying, we went to the foodcourt inside to have our dinner. It's my first time going there to eat. It took quite sometime before we managed to find a seat as the place is really crowded. In the end Arthur and Daryl treated me dinner. I felt kinda bad so I'm deciding to treat Arthur back when we go to ei8ht cafe on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are in the east side, and SiteX is held in Expo instead of the usual Suntec, this year, we decided to go down and take a look. The trip ended when Arthur brought a HP printer back which I think is really cool for the design and the functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..if I'm not wrong, I think I saw Javen, a secondary school acquittance of mine, working at the Cannon booth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-1542871874853665030?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1542871874853665030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=1542871874853665030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1542871874853665030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1542871874853665030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/11/ikea-cum-sitex-outing.html' title='Ikea cum SiteX  Outing'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2285712788683224643</id><published>2009-11-26T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:45:39.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Irritating yet hysterical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!You are Irritating yet Hysterical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 175px; height: 131px;" src="http://www.shrinkpictures.com/processed/phpcVKaO2PM.jpg" alt="Resized image" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is something that I personally experienced yesterday on my way home from City Hall on the MRT. It's kinda irritating but yet funny at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy in the above photo was too engrossed scolding someone of the other end of the phone and he actually didn't realise that I took a photo of him! What's more, my action was really obvious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been scolding the person ever since I sat beside him on the train, which is at City Hall. The irritating thing is that he's scolding the person rather loudly as even when my music is at a loud volume I still can hear him blah-ing away. Furthermore, he got coffee breath, which really stinks when he speaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the thing that I find it funny is that the other party is willing to listen to his nagging. The line of his phone is being cut off a few times due to bad reception, BUT the person did call back again! If I were that person, I won't be so stupid to call back and hear him rumble all the way from City Hall MRT station to Chinese Garden MRT station! Furthermore, even when he alighted he was still scolding! Plus, he action 多过 badminton! There's like so many gestures that he made and the photo I snapped is just one of it though. It kinda like make him look like sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he left, I did chuckled a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel that one shouldn't advertise his personal life in public so loud. Please be considerate when using the phone in public. Nobody wants to hear what you are talking. Let there be peace around the world for generations to come where Singaporeans be more conscious of their surroundings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-2285712788683224643?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2285712788683224643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2285712788683224643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2285712788683224643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2285712788683224643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-are-irritating-yet-hysterical.html' title='You Are Irritating yet hysterical'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-1894204410477756786</id><published>2009-11-23T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:19:04.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unofficial End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Unofficial End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the long awaited self-declared unofficial end of my 'A' Levels examinations. Many would wounder why do I call this an unofficial end. The reason being simple; after today, I'm only left with my Biology Paper 1 (MCQ) which befalls on 3rd Dec. I have no more examinations between 24th November to 2nd Dec. Thus, after today's examination I can go and relax and start enjoying myself already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To speak the fact, I already lost my stamina for the exams. It is clearly visible in my attitude towards today's paper.  During my Chemistry Paper 1 (MCQ), I don't even have the heart to be precise in my choice anymore, I just chose whatever answers that seems right to me though. I also totally have no more mood to do any last minute cramming. All I want now is a break, my J2 year isn't a really smooth one to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm sure that I won't let my this short break be gone to waste. There are many things I've yet to plan and do. Furthermore, I need to settle them asap, before my last paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, I shan't continue any longer. If not, I'm sure that people will have a hard time reading my post in a very small box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-1894204410477756786?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1894204410477756786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=1894204410477756786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1894204410477756786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1894204410477756786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/11/unofficial-end.html' title='The Unofficial End'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-6140247699740951372</id><published>2009-11-21T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:53:54.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Childish New Blog Skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for the creator of this blog skin. I just want to proclaim that I love this blog skin very much! It it just as childish as I am! The only thing I want to comment is that the space given to the blog entries are too small. I think others may have a hard time reading my blog tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, this is one of the workable and cutest blog skin that I've come across after long long time of searching on the &lt;a href="www.blogskins.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-6140247699740951372?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6140247699740951372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=6140247699740951372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6140247699740951372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6140247699740951372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-blog-skin.html' title='New Blog Skin'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-6393201103704999051</id><published>2009-11-20T20:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:47:54.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Cotton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye Cotton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 167px; height: 112px;" alt="http://www.kleineknaagdieren.nl/artikelen/diverse/20070721/whiteface-roborovski.jpg" src="http://www.kleineknaagdieren.nl/artikelen/diverse/20070721/whiteface-roborovski.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Case file:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Cotton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breed:&lt;/span&gt; White Face Roboski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gender:&lt;/span&gt; Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brought on:&lt;/span&gt; May 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Died on:&lt;/span&gt; 19th November 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attribute:&lt;/span&gt; Hyperactive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious and beloved hamster aka Cotton just passed away on 19th November 2009. He was found lying stiff and motionless at his usual sleeping place. However, at a closer look, he was infested with red ants. I had goosebumps even till now when I recall that sight I saw yesterday. The next thing I did was to take out the insecticide and sprayed on him. I know that is really cruel but its the only best way to stop the meat biting ants from disintegrating him further. All the horrible red ants died, there lies my pitiful Cotton with his eyes half opened and I could clearly see that his eyes are moist. It sure was a painful death for him. I wanted to cry but I shed no tear. I just sat in front of his cage, staring all my little post it that I've stick to the wall to remind me to clean up his cage, to ask my sisters to help feed him when I'm away, etc. Few minutes had passed and I finally stood up and phoned my sister informing her of Cotton's departure. After I hung up the phone, I went back to his cage and transfer his dead, ant infested body to a small container. I cleared up his cage and sterilized it with Dettol. Cotton means a lot to me and I'm not going to throw his dead body down the rubbish chute; I'm going to bury it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the day, I felt so traumatized by his departure that I've lost the mood to study for my incoming economics paper the next day. The sense of guilt overwhelm me. I was 'so busy' with my coming 'A' Levels that I had actually neglected him. There were signs of 2-3 little ants crawling around his cage weeks before but I thought that it was just normal household ants and didn't really took much notice in it. However, to my horror they turned out to be meat eating red ants which eventually killed my old and weak Cotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cotton is one of my longest surviving, cutest, most tamed hamster that I've had so far. Playing with him gives me joy. Even when I see him play alone by himself I still find joy. It's a pity that hamsters have short lifespan of 1-3years max. Furthermore, I do realized that hamsters also undergo balding when they are old. Their fur loses shine and they are less puffy as they were before. When they age, they lose all the vitality and agility to be as hyperactive as they are young. They also have no mood to accompany you to play anymore. All they do is just sleep the whole day and only wake up to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Cotton!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving me all the pleasant memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sob sob..sniff sniff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-6393201103704999051?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6393201103704999051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=6393201103704999051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6393201103704999051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6393201103704999051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-cotton.html' title='Goodbye Cotton'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-1001577597326840468</id><published>2009-11-16T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:14:20.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back On Blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st hectic week of my 'A' Levels examinations aka hell is finally over. For the past week I struggled with the nightmares of having one heavy paper continuously after another each day. I can say that after that whole week, I felt more discouraged than relieved. It suddenly struck me that actually I ain't any prepared for this coming 'A' Levels. When I flip over the question booklet, there are still questions that shocked me and worst of all, I still can't complete the paper in the given time span. What am I gonna do? I don't wish to repeat my J2 years again nor did I wish to go SIM after that. My dreams of getting into Psychology course would be dashed. I really feel that this year, I've been slacking and didn't even put in my 100% effort. Ask my mother and she will list down all the examples of how lazy I had become this year. However, I'd rather blame it on all the distractions around me that kept me away from my studies. I do admit that my mental strength isn't as superb and I can't resist the tempation of the devil. I felt that there are many wrong decisions that I've made this year and indeed it is seriously a rotten year. How I wish I can reverse time and ammend all the mistakes I've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I think I shouldn't continue anymore, if not the post will just become more emotional and I don't wish that to happen. After my 'A' Levels I want my blog to be a marrier blog. Anyways, I need to go study my Chemistry now. I've only left with afew light papers and I'm officially done with it on 3rd Dec.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-1001577597326840468?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1001577597326840468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=1001577597326840468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1001577597326840468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1001577597326840468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-on-blogging.html' title='Back on blogging'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-707911870376165173</id><published>2009-02-19T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:34:52.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Mr Zul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you Mr Zul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Mr Zul for lending me your listening ear this afternoon to hear all the troubles I am having. Now, I really do feel more lighter, not as down as before. I think my drive is coming back soon. Thanks a lot, you really do gave me some motivation that changes my thoughts. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody has a perfect life, there are always problems that you will encounter sometime somewhere, it is just a matter of how are you going to approach it and solve it. Some people may just choose to run away, but others tries to find out what went wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have got less than 8 months till my final fight, I shan't let this simple event put me down so easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-707911870376165173?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/707911870376165173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=707911870376165173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/707911870376165173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/707911870376165173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-mr-zul.html' title='Thank You Mr Zul'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-3992712617034286813</id><published>2009-02-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:28:23.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiong's 09 Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Xiong's 09 Birthday Celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, Xiong's birthday is on the 4th of Feb but due to our busy schedules, we (the Primary school buddies) only celebrate it today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as you know, I got PTM earlier and it dragged till very long and I thought that I am going to be late. Hence, I rush down immediately to Jurong Point to meet them, only to know that the two "couples" haven't arrive yet. Feeling rather pissed, I called and scold them. The reason given was she was too engrossed in watching Love Blossoms in Channel 8 and forget about the timing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we went to eat Ichiban Sushi. I ordered something really very filling and it is rather cheap, least is within my budget. The clumsy me, had actually spilled the bowl of miso soup, but luckily they replace one new bowl for me. Xiong also saw his secondary school friend working there. Well, we gossiped a little and ended up that we are the last to leave the place. After which we went to walk walk in FairPrice Xtra. They walked with me to the bus stop near my house and we then departed from each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, guys, it is really fun being together with you all, but I think after March, I can't really spend much time with you all already. I need to concentrate fully on my goals. However, I gotta proclaim you all are the best friends that I had ever had till now! (included the girl who came with Xiong today.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-3992712617034286813?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3992712617034286813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=3992712617034286813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3992712617034286813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3992712617034286813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/02/xiongs-09-birthday-celebration.html' title='Xiong&apos;s 09 Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-4147941794887196699</id><published>2009-02-06T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:38:44.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The PTM Feb09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The Parent Teacher Meeting 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My purpose of bringing my mother to this PTM is to let her be informed about what actually I am doing in JC. After this PTM I hope that she can understand better about JC life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the principal is really "long air" I don't know what she is talking which takes like one hour plus to finish. We did not went up to attend the talk, instead, we stayed in my aunt's car and wait till the talk if finish then we go in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I had came to an agreement with my mother that I will surrender my computer and my gadgets to her in March, so that I can concentrate fully on my work and head towards my goals. By then, I think my online activities shall drop drastically. So, please don't blame me for not updating myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUGGER,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO LIFE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CULTURE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-4147941794887196699?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4147941794887196699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=4147941794887196699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4147941794887196699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4147941794887196699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/02/ptm-feb09.html' title='The PTM Feb09'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-7827022057982866930</id><published>2009-02-04T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:31:32.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye to my best friend who will become a part of the IJC history from tomorrow onwards. I will miss you! All the best to your further education elsewhere. I will survive on and fight my last battle in IJC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must keep in contact ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-7827022057982866930?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7827022057982866930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=7827022057982866930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7827022057982866930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7827022057982866930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-798900117426196382</id><published>2009-02-02T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:28:06.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home Mother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Welcome Home Mother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay! Today my mother is finally back from her trip to China FuQing (her hometown). I really miss her and I had to say that the new hairstyle she got was like horrible! Anyway, thanks for helping me buy that bottle of Volka!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you loads! HUG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-798900117426196382?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/798900117426196382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=798900117426196382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/798900117426196382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/798900117426196382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-home-mother.html' title='Welcome Home Mother!'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-3377059591493276006</id><published>2009-01-25T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:57:45.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;CNY &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, this year I can't find the mood to celebrate such a happy moment together with my family. I am experiencing the Chinese New Year blues again. I don't know why but the moodless mood just sets in every year without fail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe its just that I am feeling stressed out with J2 work this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it because that there are no more relatives left to celebrate together this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it there are too many distant people that I don't regonise and I fell awkward?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-3377059591493276006?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3377059591493276006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=3377059591493276006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3377059591493276006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3377059591493276006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-blues.html' title='CNY Blues'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2001183024800149299</id><published>2009-01-24T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:35:13.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Busy Schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yawnz..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rion the IceCleric had been busy recently since the start of the new school term with his JC2 work. Everything is going at a very fast pace and hectic for him as it is his crucial year. In order for him to concentrate on his studies,he had also made an agreement with himself not to use the computer to go online on weekdays. If he ever breaks the agreement, he will had to hand over his wireless adaptor to his mother for safe keeping. So far, he don't think that he had broken the agreement yet, so let's just hope that this self-control will continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. IceCleric shall update his blog once a week then, and he shall try his best to cover the events that happened in his life for the week.&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/759067490148535865-2001183024800149299?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2001183024800149299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2001183024800149299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2001183024800149299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2001183024800149299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-schedule.html' title='Busy Schedule'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-3927748535149954092</id><published>2009-01-20T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:33:57.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I Miss You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bon Voyage my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today she is going to take flight back to China (her hometown) to spend he Chinese New Year there. Cause her sister (who is in New York) is going back this CNY and she had not seen her for years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13days isn't short, I will miss you, mother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-3927748535149954092?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3927748535149954092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=3927748535149954092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3927748535149954092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3927748535149954092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-970866833005003049</id><published>2009-01-11T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:09:34.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;No More Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today is going to be my officially last day of freedom. CRIES!!! SOBS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From tomorrow onwards, I shall surrender my gadgets that will distract my studies to my mother. Cause, school starts for me tomorrow and I am officially going to be a JC2 student! Like Mdm Wong had tell us last year, in JC you are going to have no life. Hence, in order for me to get into my desired course, I gotta do that too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How? I am still in my holiday mood, I doubt I will get to adjust back to the stressful life in JC very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really so gonna be dead! I had not touch my assignments yet. I think tomorrow after school, I'm gonna stay back and study in the school library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T_____T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-970866833005003049?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/970866833005003049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=970866833005003049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/970866833005003049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/970866833005003049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more-life.html' title='No More Life'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-7072932091957704496</id><published>2009-01-09T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:39:40.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Häagen-Dazs® Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Häagen-Dazs®&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As promised, I brought my two sisters to Jurong Point to eat&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Häagen-Dazs®&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Acutally, it is a promise between my youngest sister and me. I told her if she ever gets 75 and above for her English SA grade and 85 and above for her Science SA grade, I will treat her to eat &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Häagen-Dazs®&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In the end she got it, so I there I was at Jurong Point shopping mall treating her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SWiVGdS9EPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xw1LZC3J-zA/s200/ABCD0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SXwzMNkFGKI/AAAAAAAAAfM/2Sv4UmlMv4U/s200/phpMZth7HPM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I find that the Ice-Cream there isn't really that nice eh.. the taste is too overflowing already that it taste not as good. Maybe that applies to the chocolate scoop I ate bah..but my sisters like it very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-7072932091957704496?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7072932091957704496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=7072932091957704496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7072932091957704496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7072932091957704496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/01/hagen-dazs-experience.html' title='The Häagen-Dazs® Experience'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SWiVGdS9EPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/xw1LZC3J-zA/s72-c/ABCD0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2166639059382631079</id><published>2009-01-09T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:58:00.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Open House Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Open House Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, this is a one of a kind and first time in my life experience for me. CS and I actually went for something called the open house marathon. Since most of the Polytechnics and JCs are having their open house at around this time, it became rather convenient for us to crash into the campus and loiter for awhile before proceeding to the next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the campus we went (arranged in order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;NYP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I mean this is as much we can go already as the time we left SP is like around 5pm already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We encountered two problems. First, RP's open house is only on two days, yesterday and tomorrow. Next, we had been exposed by the lecturers there, the somehow knows or I should say suspects that we are not Sec4 graduates. It's kind of a scary experience though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something I discovered, IJC (my college) open house does not attract as much people as the Polytechnic does and the Innovians are doing their own things at the exhibition site. E.g. playing games with each others. I bet even if there are any visitors, the will be put off by the behavior the students are showing. I think Innova still have a long way to go of she wants to squeeze her way out of the bottom few JCs in Singapore. Nevertheless, I think the Innovians still have fun today though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We grabbed lots of goodie bags and brought a SP shirt. I can say that I do enjoy this marathon, even though it has been a tiring one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Cyndy for bringing us around NYP also. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-2166639059382631079?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2166639059382631079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2166639059382631079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2166639059382631079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2166639059382631079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/01/open-house-marathon.html' title='The Open House Marathon'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-7208134362522812559</id><published>2009-01-06T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:50:52.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ops I Did It Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ops! I Did It Again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ops! I did IT again, I am so careless that I had lost one more of my valuables in Jurong West gym today. Sobs!!!!! Why am I so unlucky at the start of the year!? Lost two precious and valuables in just a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghh!!! I'm going crazy soon! I can't believe it! T___T CRIES!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what did I lost this time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Swatch watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which cost about 200 plus dollars! It is a seasonal edition and it was my last year's birthday gift from my mother. OMG!!!! How am I going to tell my mom about it this time round? I loved that watch very much and I will wear it around with me when I go out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIGH!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-7208134362522812559?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7208134362522812559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=7208134362522812559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7208134362522812559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7208134362522812559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/01/ops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Ops I Did It Again!'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-4285890435091223972</id><published>2009-01-05T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:24:17.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Quiz Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 13px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quiz given by  Arazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 13px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1.) Name a friend from A-Z:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Beatrice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- CS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- DungGirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Elephant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Fisher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Gavin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Hong Hock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Irwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Joseph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Kim Mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Lyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Nai Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Oreo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Peng Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Qing Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Siew Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Tommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Umbrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Woon Hsiung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Xiao Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- YiXiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Zebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) can R&amp;amp;S be together in a BoyGirl relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maybe? But I doubt that S will like R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) How is L related to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One of my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) If C betray you, will you kill him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;OMG!! Depends on the situation. I doubt I will kill my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)If K steals your boyfriend, wad will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Will She?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6)Wad if B tell you that he/she has a crush on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Er... That won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7)Will you and M get into fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't fight with sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8)Who does R have a crush on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Someone who is a lesbian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) If G calls you a bitch, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eh... Should be bastard. But if he ever does call me that then he shall see shoes flying again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) What the relationship between you and E?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Human and Mammals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11)Who is I's best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12)Who does Z likes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zip bras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13) What colour does Y likes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eh, ask him youself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14)Where does G live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Somewhere near JurongPoint, the exact block I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15)Did you and C have a fight before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I doubted so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16)Who is H's best friend(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17)What can you say about T?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He is a very good CCA captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18)What if W tells you that she has a crush on you, you will... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Slap him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-4285890435091223972?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4285890435091223972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=4285890435091223972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4285890435091223972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4285890435091223972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-quiz-again.html' title='Random Quiz Again'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-5357244347259167881</id><published>2009-01-04T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:30:11.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Waited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I waited... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As promised, my sister and I woke up early and go down to Bukit Batok MRT station to meet that person and retrieve back my N73. I had also brought a box of chocolates which I brought yesterday on my way home, to give that person as a sign of thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister then helped me dial my phone, using her Omnia. At first the operator says that it is out of coverage area, but eventually the call went through at around 9.15am. The problem now is that no one is picking up the call. Multiple calls were made but in vain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We waited till like around 10 plus am where my mother called and reprimanded us. I did not told her yet that I have lost my phone and this outing was rather secret. There was still no news about my phone and hence, we decided not to wait anymore. I felt so dejected that I had been pranked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, something left me puzzled, if that person wanted to get my phone, why would he/she on my phone and allow it to ring? He/she should switch off the phone right? Maybe he/she get the wrong idea? My sister told that person that we will connect him/her through this phone (by calling my N73). I think he/she thought that we will call him/her using Xiong's number. On top of which, I think that person should have know who I am right? As in I got lots of photo of myself inside my N73. If he/she sees the photos, there is no way he/she does not recognize me right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I reached home, I told everything to my mother. To my surprise, she didn't really scold but just kind of suan me. She asked me to go and terminate my number first and I did. Now, I think I would never get back my phone since I terminated my number. Sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that when I go to tuition, I saw Alvin at the Boon Lay MRT station. For some reason I don't know why, I doge away from him. What am I thinking about? Maybe I was just too pre-occupied with the thought of my lost of my phone and was not really in a mood to joke with him bah? If I had my N73 with me, I think I would surely drop a message like "I see You!" or something. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I really regretted avoiding him on the train, I have missed my chance again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghh...I really felt something is missing without my phone. When will I get my new phone (W980i)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-5357244347259167881?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5357244347259167881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=5357244347259167881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/5357244347259167881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/5357244347259167881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-waited.html' title='I Waited'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-8945730254299030818</id><published>2009-01-03T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:13:32.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lost It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;!I Lost It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fun day to City Square (Johor) with my crazy friends and my sister would not be spoilt if I did not lose my Nokia N73 Music Edition while watching Dairy of the Dead at the Cathay cinema there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It actually slipped out of my pocket without me realizing while I'm sitting in a very funny position. How could I not know or felt it? My Nokia N73 Music Edition is like so bulky and big I should have feel that my pocket become lighter when it slipped out. WHY? Arghh!!! I felt so stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After everyone left the cinema, there was only CS, my sister and me left there searching for my precious. I was the most frantic one digging here and there searching high and low for it. Can't possibly be that I cannot find it, cause my N73 Music Edition got this blue flashing light when its on standby mode, I should be able to see it. However, there wasn't a sign of the flash either. XT asked if I have kept it inside my bag but I am sure that I did not put it there. Finally, I was convinced that some other people took my phone when it dropped to the carpet floor, but who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the rest of the trip, I could not wipe of that worried and sad face I had on my face. I had to admit that sometimes I hate that phone as it is getting very slow and its kind of going haywire too; plus the battery is spoilt where the battery life cannot even last for a day. Despite those bad points, it is still my beloved phone as I had saved up like about a year or so to purchase it. Inside, it contains lots of my personal stuffs, e.g. photos, messages and music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghh... come to think of it, I am still pissed with myself for being so careless! Anyway, I am going to change phone soon, why would I want to worry about it? No no no! Cannot, cause I am planning to keep this phone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we passed the Singapore custom, Xiong helped me try calling my phone again to see if anyone pick up. Surprisingly, the person who picked up my phone answered the call. He then hand over his phone to my sister who converse with the person and details of meeting up to return the phone. It was then arranged to meet at 9am tomorrow at Bukit Batok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope the person will show up tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-8945730254299030818?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/8945730254299030818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=8945730254299030818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/8945730254299030818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/8945730254299030818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-lost-it.html' title='I Lost It'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2967887238820395323</id><published>2009-01-01T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:55:48.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Childish Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The Three Childish Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="mainphoto" title="" alt="" src="http://photos-691.friendster.com/e1/photos/19/63/16823691/1_986267802l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the childish friends (except the one who is in red, he was an ex-member). Even though they are 18 this year they still act as if they are primary school kids. Maybe the reason being that they had known each other since they are in primary school and their quite close to each other ever since. They crack silly jokes as and when they are together. When will the grow up and be more mature adults? Who knows? If one of the ever becomes mature, that would spoilt the fun. Happiness should follows when friends handout together; however in some situations there maybe some disputes or even suan-ing but that is normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This first post of the year is for you guys! Love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all will be friends together forever and not let another member leave this group. Anyway, I do hope the member who had left the group, would come back soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-2967887238820395323?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2967887238820395323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2967887238820395323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2967887238820395323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2967887238820395323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-childish-friends.html' title='The Three Childish Friends'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-1663161585673198471</id><published>2008-12-28T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:33:16.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;!For You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the guy who is feeling so stressed out lately =]&lt;div&gt;Cheer ups! Don't Panic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/02_01/mrhappy0902_468x442.jpg" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/02_01/mrhappy0902_468x442.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-1663161585673198471?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1663161585673198471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=1663161585673198471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1663161585673198471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1663161585673198471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-you.html' title='For You'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2198509544215683569</id><published>2008-12-27T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:44:58.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipoh Trip Dec08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ipoh Trip Dec08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Rion the IceCleric is back from the Ipoh trip!&lt;br /&gt;After travelling to two countries in just one month, I still think that home (Singapore) is the best!&lt;br /&gt;I did enjoy my time in Ipoh, even though the plan on Christmas eve had been changed at the very last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Going on a holiday with my crazy friends are sure fun. Too bad, we missed one person, if that person's around, I think that it would be even more fun together. Sigh, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I don't wish to do too much talking, if you wish to know more about my this trip, come ask me and I will be glad to share with you the experiences I had there. I shall let the photos do the talking soon, after I've reformatted my desktop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-2198509544215683569?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2198509544215683569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2198509544215683569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2198509544215683569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2198509544215683569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/12/ipoh-trip-dec08.html' title='Ipoh Trip Dec08'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-4851110765642570757</id><published>2008-12-21T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:36:11.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Feeling Sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 231px; height: 182px;" alt="http://josephinecheang.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/lo-sick_teddy_bear_3-324950.jpg" src="http://josephinecheang.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/lo-sick_teddy_bear_3-324950.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey yoz people! I'm back from my first trip to China. I did had lots of fun staying there, thanks to my grandmother. If you want to know about the trip, ask me. This time I don't wish to put up another long post again. Another reason is that I am feeling super sick now. Caught a flu/cold from my stupid little brat cousin back in China. He don't even know what is "cover your mouth when you cough or sneeze" in fact he keep coughing in my face. Hence, no choice, I eventually caught the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to go for the Ipoh trip with my friends tomorrow in this kind of condition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh... I'm having a terrible headache now, shan't blog further. I think I will post up those pictures that I've take in China sometime after I come back from my Ipoh trip and reformatted my slow desktop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-4851110765642570757?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4851110765642570757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=4851110765642570757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4851110765642570757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4851110765642570757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-sick.html' title='Feeling Sick'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-7759388356927624515</id><published>2008-12-13T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:38:14.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In China</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Blogging In Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its great to have a uncle (舅舅) who works in the church. Why? Cause I can come to the church to use the computer and surf the net! Wahaha.. .. Well, today my main purpose is to come and print my holidays assignment and not the play. *Sigh* Even though I am having my holidays at my grandparents place in China, I still gotta worry about my assignments and studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back to Singapore on 21st Dec. Arriving at Terminal 1 at around 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;After which on 22nd Dec, I will be leaving  with my two best friends to Malaysia for another short holiday and will be celebrating our Christmas there. Only will be back after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Think I will experience some jet lag for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for the updates, can't use the computer too long, others need it to do their work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-7759388356927624515?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7759388356927624515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=7759388356927624515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7759388356927624515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7759388356927624515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-china.html' title='In China'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2640897482648731420</id><published>2008-12-04T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:36:32.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Regulars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Regulars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Happy Birthday to (my jiemei) SiMin! Like the chocolates I made for your present? =]&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been helping out my dad's business for about a month or so already and there are some common faces that I see everyday. They are the regulars. My dad told me that the main part of the income came from them, hence they are very important people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute Japanese looking guy&lt;/span&gt;, who wears a headphone everytime. He got this yellow hair and this cute little face. Usually he orders for 3 dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"cute" auntie&lt;/span&gt; who MUST give some comments everytime when she buys the food. Her nick name? Ke Ai de (the cute one). I kinda find her troublesome though, must hear her naggings everytime. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Handsome&lt;/span&gt;! This old uncle with little grey hair left and wears a sunglasses everytime, comes to our store, the first thing he does is take a come an comb his hair! LoLz as if the food are his mirror like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;$1.50 auntie&lt;/span&gt; will come every time with coins prepared and orders just 1 dish. The coin she gave is exact amount of the food she orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other regular customers too, but thoese I did not nickname them though for their actions does not really make me want to give them a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. I know its bad giving people nicknames, but it makes remembering the customer easier between the workers (included me). If I i get the chance to break away from the anti-social self I have, I would like to know their name and address them when they come. Just like the Starbucks Experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-2640897482648731420?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2640897482648731420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2640897482648731420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2640897482648731420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2640897482648731420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/12/regulars.html' title='The Regulars'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-6388366015946686236</id><published>2008-12-03T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:40:19.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarantine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Quarantine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out; width: 329px; height: 489px;" alt="http://img.blogdecine.com/2008/06/quarantine.jpg" src="http://img.blogdecine.com/2008/06/quarantine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, horror movies are suppose to make you get frighten right? However, I am laughing while watching the horror movie called Quarantine. Well, its a remake of the Spanish/French movie called Rec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the feedback I have gotten from Xiong, it seems that the movie Rec is really scary. Hence CS and me decided to watch the remake English version of Rec (aka Quarantine). We managed to catch the last show at Jurong Point's Golden Village yesterday night and the whole experience wasn't really hair standing as described by Xiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that was me being the sadist? I find the reporter's (shown in picture above) frantic actions very funny instead of pitiful. She is awfully freaked out by the zombies (erm wait, maybe I should called them the rabies stricken undead instead?).&lt;br /&gt;"I think that the Carpenter (the reporter's real name) very pitiful, she is not related to this problem and got dragged into it, in the end also die pathetically," commented CS.&lt;br /&gt;The other reason that I laughed so hard is the part where they fight with the rabies stricken undead (RSU). As you know, the people are freaked out by those RSU, and the way they fight those disgustingly undead are super spastic! Just take for example, the cameraman used his video cam and wack the incoming attacking amah RSU. The whole process is on tape, even though blood could be seen splattered on the screen, but the process of him wacking the RSU till it "dies" (I suppose, cause it seems to sprang up to life again later in the show) is funny enough to make me fell off the chair. Sadist? Maybe.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole movie, CS and me are self-entertaining ourselves, laughing hard. Hmm.. ..what do you expect? Maybe next time should watch horror movie with him, then I will not feel so scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-6388366015946686236?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6388366015946686236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=6388366015946686236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6388366015946686236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6388366015946686236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/12/quarantine.html' title='Quarantine'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2357824120191130957</id><published>2008-12-02T16:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:32:11.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ten Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT7J0yl3aI/AAAAAAAAAcc/xrtJcRqb5C4/s1600-h/Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT7J0yl3aI/AAAAAAAAAcc/xrtJcRqb5C4/s200/Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275117209765928354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was the last episode of Ten Brothers shown on Channel 8.&lt;br /&gt;I had to proclaim that I loved watching that show, it is seriously better than the movie version of the Ten Brothers created many years back. I think I am really suffering from some "hangover" as I can't seems to get enough and over with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/po_uR7gdfe"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="110"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/po_uR7gdfe" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="280" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/christinecow/music/jpzQujwm/frankie_lam_and_kenix_kwok_ten_brothers/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures of the casts :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT7KLO-DBI/AAAAAAAAAck/irbI1aQtahs/s1600-h/Parents_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 89px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT7KLO-DBI/AAAAAAAAAck/irbI1aQtahs/s200/Parents_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275117215790533650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The parents (both are very good TVB actors!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT8xXrfTBI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yEpecsoxEuA/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 89px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT8xXrfTBI/AAAAAAAAAdU/yEpecsoxEuA/s200/Family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275118988657904658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happy family without 2nd and 3rd&lt;br /&gt;Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT7KZhS7WI/AAAAAAAAAcs/JvCRmxP5dwk/s1600-h/Lover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 89px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT7KZhS7WI/AAAAAAAAAcs/JvCRmxP5dwk/s200/Lover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275117219625495906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 1st Lovers in the show. (Big Boy and Xiao Lan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT7Ki2vG9I/AAAAAAAAAc0/BxRVSCpClwY/s1600-h/Lover_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 75px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT7Ki2vG9I/AAAAAAAAAc0/BxRVSCpClwY/s200/Lover_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275117222131342290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2nd Lovers in the show. (3rd Boy and Tong Tong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT8xOPv24I/AAAAAAAAAdM/Cf1F4uLKgOU/s1600-h/5th+Bro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT8xOPv24I/AAAAAAAAAdM/Cf1F4uLKgOU/s200/5th+Bro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275118986125630338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5th Bro is the cutest and the funniest bro in the show. He never fails to make me laugh! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT7Kx7QMeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CoQusBXDC_s/s1600-h/Big+Bro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT7Kx7QMeI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CoQusBXDC_s/s200/Big+Bro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275117226176819682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the picture of the Big Boy in real life and in the show. Wow, he's actually very handsome in real life lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT8xNmURqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/JR-S3jD2-Qs/s1600-h/3rd+Bro_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT8xNmURqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/JR-S3jD2-Qs/s200/3rd+Bro_13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275118985951856290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT8xkIa1DI/AAAAAAAAAdc/fEcpWZksZGo/s1600-h/3rd+Bro_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT8xkIa1DI/AAAAAAAAAdc/fEcpWZksZGo/s200/3rd+Bro_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275118992000472114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is 3rd bro in the show, at first I don't really like him but the more I see him the more I begin to like him. He got this smile that looks really nice. *envy*&lt;br /&gt;And, that's him in real life, not much of a difference though, except for the hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT-ZDF7cBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/urnTmEq3tOk/s1600-h/TheGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT-ZDF7cBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/urnTmEq3tOk/s200/TheGirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275120769838051346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls in the show. They are really pretty. Well, either in show or in real life they aren't much different cause their hairdo didn' t go as bad as the Ten Brothers'. The first lover's love triangle is more complicated but the 2nd lover's isn't.&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/759067490148535865-2357824120191130957?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2357824120191130957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2357824120191130957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2357824120191130957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2357824120191130957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/12/ten-brothers.html' title='Ten Brothers'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/STT7J0yl3aI/AAAAAAAAAcc/xrtJcRqb5C4/s72-c/Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-1156573261404017618</id><published>2008-12-01T16:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:52:00.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Preparation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 378px; height: 283px;" alt="http://hk.geocities.com/yalepvg/xm737mo.jpg" src="http://hk.geocities.com/yalepvg/xm737mo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee~ I can't wait any longer! One more week and I am gonna fly back to my hometown to visit my grandparents for two weeks. I'm gonna start my packing today, just in case on that day I will forget something at the very last minute. Well, in fact I'm just too excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight that I will be taking is Xiamen Airlines which is shown in the picture above. It's a shitty airline though. It is not spacious inside even though the plane is very big. They cramp inside lots of seats. Furthermore, their service standards are even worst. On top of all these, the rude culture of the Chi-Nas people made the flight even more unpleasant. Ask me, why then would I take this lousy flight? My answer would be that there are no other alternatives I could get. Only this airline will reach the airport cloest to my hometown. Sigh, think I'll just have to bear with it for four hours plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will depart from Singapore on 8th Dec at Changi Terminal 1 at around 3pm plus nearing 4. However, before I depart, I must take the skytrain down to T3 and grab a bite of Popeyes! Two weeks from then, I will be back in Singapore on 21st, arriving at night time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Dec had started, I shall bring some of my work there and start chiong-ing already, if not when I come back, I doubt I had time and the concentration to study again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-1156573261404017618?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1156573261404017618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=1156573261404017618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1156573261404017618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1156573261404017618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/12/preparation.html' title='Preparation'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-3206998782462658068</id><published>2008-11-27T16:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:22:37.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The AIDS stigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;AIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Stigma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.buttecounty.net/publichealth/cder/aids_ribbon.png" src="http://www.buttecounty.net/publichealth/cder/aids_ribbon.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; Today's post is an discussion topic. It is only from my point of view and no ment offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a special four page report about AIDS patients on The Straits Time newspapers under the column of Mind Your Body today. After reading the papers, my mind was flooded with thoughts and questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you had a chance to rid the world of AIDS, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              It’s a terribly clichéd question, but I’m sure the answer is yes, save for those who believe that AIDS is God’s scourge against gay men. If we had the power to remove the threat of HIV from our lives, I’m sure most of us would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we can’t. HIV is here to stay. While we can’t turn back the clock to stop the person who caught it from the monkey, we can stop HIV and other Sexually Transmitted Infections (STIs) from spreading, and we can stop the stigmatization of HIV-positive people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Team Trevvy, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I had to proclaim that I love to read the articles that is posted on Trevvy. They discussed homosexual issues from their point of view which I think that is what the heterosexual world had missed out on. Who else would know better about that (homosexual) circle other them people inside the circle? To me, I feel that general discussion (made by heterosexuals) about this AIDS and homosexual issues are too peripheral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously felt that the world (mainly represented by the media) is bias and discriminatory. Just take the example of today's special report on AIDS from press, they actually featured a gay male who had gotten hold of the AIDS disease even though he is in a monogamous relationship with his partner for four and a half years and still going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, they did not openly wrote about him being gay but there are enough clues to deduce that he is not straight. This again brings up the issue on discrimination of the homosexuals and the sicked. I wondered would the article bring out enough punch if they featured a heterosexual guy instead of the homosexual? From the way I see it, they seems to put emphasis on the idea that AIDS is a 'gay disease' that God had created as a punishment. Ironically, earlier in the report it states that two thirds of the AIDS patients are actually heterosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, continuous efforts were made to lift up the stigma that has been placed heavily on AIDS patients, little progress is seen. People are still having phobias of interacting with those HIV positives. Ignorance may be the main cause of the problem. What happened to those sexual educations lessons that was taught in schools? Is it that too much preaching about abstinence from pre-martial sex and the details about AIDS/HIV were left out or is it that the students do not take those 'enrichment' lessons seriously? Actually, it works both ways. I think that people who had taken Biology should get better insights of the disease, hence I do not expect them to ostracize the sicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I want to bring up the point that the idea of AIDS is a 'gay disease' came out because people in the past hates gays and use it to deter them from being together. In fact it originates from some horny human who had an intercourse with the chimpanzees. Finally, I had to put emphasis on the point that HIV could not be spread by saliva but through blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-3206998782462658068?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3206998782462658068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=3206998782462658068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3206998782462658068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3206998782462658068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/11/aids-stigma.html' title='The AIDS stigma'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-7919731408381058645</id><published>2008-11-26T16:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:39:37.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Addicted to my GameBoy Advance SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I am addicted once again to playing my GameBoy Advance SP, maybe is that I grew tired of playing the same game on my PSP over and over again. Well, the game I am addicted to is Pokemon Emerald. I agree that it really seem so childish when I bring it out to play. People might think that I am outdated as now people are playing Nintendo DS or even PSP and me? I'm still holding that GameBoy Advance SP. Haha.. ..but I don't really care. It's nostalgia anyway. I bet someday they (the others) might feel it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think the English version of Emerald is really limited as it doesn't contain any legendary pokemon, such as Deoxys and Jirachi. Hmm.. ..I hope I still can find the Japanese version of it somewhere in the world though. I remembered my Gold version is in Japanese last time and I don't really know how it play it. Come to think of it, I really missed Pokemon Crystal, Gold and Silver version. To me, its the most fun version I've played other than Yellow version. I hope the creators could come out with the revised version of Crystal (something like Fire Red and Leaf Green) so I can play it once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.swallowgames.com/Images/Products/fullsize/108381.jpg" src="http://www.swallowgames.com/Images/Products/fullsize/108381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the gender &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I chose the girl&lt;/span&gt;. Well, anyway, the game originally belongs to my youngest sister's, so I continued where she left it. Unfortunately she left it at the first town where she haven't even collected her starter pokemon. haha.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.universo-nintendo.com/files/Imagenes/Pokemon_Emerald.gif" src="http://www.universo-nintendo.com/files/Imagenes/Pokemon_Emerald.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For my starter I chose &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Torchic&lt;/span&gt; instead of Mukip. Haha.. ..cause I think it is cuter even when it evolves, as compared to Mukip. Eh, don't ask me why I never choose Treeko. I only can say that I had never chose any grass pokemons as my starter for the whole pokemon game till now. Maybe I don't really like it? Hmm.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 227px;" alt="http://wallpapers.latestscreens.com/makeThumb.php?dir=1024x768&amp;amp;game=pokemonemerald&amp;amp;file=pokemonemerald-03.jpg" src="http://wallpapers.latestscreens.com/makeThumb.php?dir=1024x768&amp;amp;game=pokemonemerald&amp;amp;file=pokemonemerald-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ralts&lt;/span&gt; is a must catch pokemon for me! It's really cute and the only psychic pokemon that I like. Yepp, so no choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.pokexperto.net/nds/artwork/280.jpg" src="http://www.pokexperto.net/nds/artwork/280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am ice type lover! Hence, I must get an ice-type pokemon. However, my pokemon Emerald is not the real version, hence the time does not moves. Most events can only happen once. That applies to the Shoral Cave too. Mine unfortunately is on high tide, and I can't go deeper into the cave to catch my favourite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snorunt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.serebii.net/potw/Snorunt-Anime.jpg" src="http://www.serebii.net/potw/Snorunt-Anime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pichu&lt;/span&gt; is so cute! However, I would want it with Bolt Tackle. Hence, I've gotta do something first to breed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 310px; height: 231px;" alt="http://www.pokemon-paradijs.com/achtergronden/pokemon-paradijs/image/pikachu-pichu-brothers.jpg" src="http://www.pokemon-paradijs.com/achtergronden/pokemon-paradijs/image/pikachu-pichu-brothers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After fishing for two days straight, I finally fished up this stupid ugly little fish called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feebas&lt;/span&gt;. Last time I thought it was some kinda useless fish like Magikapp which only knows splash and I killed it. Now then I realized how precious it is as it will evolve to a very beautiful pokemon called.. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q44/junmanjyome/feebas.jpg" src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q44/junmanjyome/feebas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milotic!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 295px;" alt="http://www.studiopokemon.com/galeria/pokemon/hoenn/Milotic.jpg" src="http://www.studiopokemon.com/galeria/pokemon/hoenn/Milotic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were to choose between the two ancient pokemon, I would rather choose &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyogre&lt;/span&gt; as it is more beautiful plus I would prefer water type pokemon over fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 237px;" alt="http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/8501/groudonkyogreandrayquazpp7.jpg" src="http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/8501/groudonkyogreandrayquazpp7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-7919731408381058645?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7919731408381058645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=7919731408381058645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7919731408381058645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7919731408381058645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/11/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2882048713796506608</id><published>2008-11-24T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:30:51.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boredom sets in when the holidays arrived. There is a sudden halt to the heretic JC life that I've been having since JAE. Now, I have left with nothing much to do. I want to take a break from the books but when I do that, I have left with nothing else to do, other than going for tennis training twice a week. It really feels like I am rotting away as time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister actually found a job in the factory that is located around Enous area and I did not found any job. The excuse I gave is that the holidays are too short no one would want to employ me who only can work for a month or so. Well, the actual reason is that I'm just too lazy to find work already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now? I am working for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Since the holidays are too short and no one would want to employ you, then I shall! I don't mind you coming down to my store and help out. Anyway we are short of human resources, I would appreciate if you come down!&lt;br /&gt;IceCleric: Eh..&lt;br /&gt;Mom: You see your sister also go find work and you are still here. Got work then I will give you money to spend, if not.. ..&lt;br /&gt;IceCleric: Ok ok..I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is roughly what happened. Hence, now almost every day I'll go down to help out from 9am till 2.30pm. However, recently there is another problem, the employee's husband met up with an car accident and died instantly. Hence, she is on a few days leave. There is even a report about the crash on the WanBao (Chinese night newspapers) two days back. Now, I gotta work extra till she came back or other arrangements are made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-2882048713796506608?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2882048713796506608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2882048713796506608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2882048713796506608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2882048713796506608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/11/working.html' title='Working'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-3694919664936103296</id><published>2008-11-21T16:08:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:29:43.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sadistic Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. today's post is on something really sadist..that I just happen to come across while browsing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scroll down at your own risk!&lt;/span&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/5/img20050517093210.jpg" src="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/5/img20050517093210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 483px; height: 341px;" alt="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/1/0/4/3/5/f572f6d2a907e735fcf322df8cae1305.jpg" src="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/1/0/4/3/5/f572f6d2a907e735fcf322df8cae1305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 485px; height: 363px;" alt="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/5/6/2/1620destruction.jpg" src="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/5/6/2/1620destruction.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/1/0/4/3/5/1182692743082.gif" src="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/1/0/4/3/5/1182692743082.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/8/8/3/0/4/thdokuro.gif" src="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/8/8/3/0/4/thdokuro.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/8/5/0/8/8/1223958588309.jpg" src="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/8/5/0/8/8/1223958588309.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/8/5/0/8/8/1210911433735.jpg" src="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/8/5/0/8/8/1210911433735.jpg" width="420" height="525" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/8/5/0/8/8/1210622051287.jpg" src="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/8/5/0/8/8/1210622051287.jpg" width="420" height="525" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 420px; height: 334px;" alt="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/8/5/0/8/8/1207773312950.jpg" src="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/8/5/0/8/8/1207773312950.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out; width: 423px; height: 379px;" alt="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/1/1/1/3/9/4/supergore.jpg" src="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/1/1/1/3/9/4/supergore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 317px;" title="Walks In The Woods" alt="Walks In The Woods" src="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/7/9/8/4/7/crazy_girl_got_a_sword.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last picture it is an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;explicit content&lt;/span&gt; (M18), hence I shall put the link to the pictures instead of posting it up here. For instance I suggest that guys please do not click on it, especially those horny guys, cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the image might be disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/1/0/4/3/5/48b13e6a49c0d49a7a3a3380c0958fe0.jpg"&gt;TakeMeSomewhereNice&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;-Click There&lt;-)&lt;br /&gt;This next picture is rather R21 and very sick. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;View at your own risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img01.gallery.datorrents.com/4/8/3/1/1/shota2.jpg"&gt;ForMoneySake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s. the post on the Speedy Genting Trip have been updated. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-3694919664936103296?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3694919664936103296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=3694919664936103296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3694919664936103296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3694919664936103296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/11/glore.html' title='Gore'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-8884663821067435608</id><published>2008-11-18T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:23:29.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry peeps for not updating for so long.. ..&lt;br /&gt;haha..kinda lazy recently, more of getting addicted to playing Pokemon Emerald Version on my old GBA SP.. ..haha.. ..&lt;br /&gt;I also trying to figure out how to use this facebook thingy.. ..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. .. more updates of posts coming soon.. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-8884663821067435608?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/8884663821067435608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=8884663821067435608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/8884663821067435608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/8884663821067435608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/11/ops.html' title='Ops'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-1298021122791235318</id><published>2008-11-16T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:17:26.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?An Outing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James, XM, QQ, KK, Gav and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JurongPoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, planned to go to eat YukiYuki at Marina on Wednesday. However, due to some reasons, it got postponed and changed to this outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I left my house, Gav sms-ed me saying he had fallen sick so he won't be joining us. Oh great! Just as I though. Following which, my tuition teacher called to double confirm with me that I've postponed the tuition.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the people had reached JurongPoint before I did, and luckily I was just late by a little. I forwarded the message that Gav sent to me to tell them that Gav is not coming.&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to go to The Coffee Bean &amp;amp; Tea Leaf to have a dink and sit down to chit chat. However, due to the pricing of the drinks there, they changed the location to McDonald instead.&lt;br /&gt;The horror sets in when James tells us that he had to leave early. Everyone was utterly upset with him, so as a punishment the rest had (erm..) forced him to treat us something from McDonald. Well.. ..all the coins in his wallet actually is just enough to buy each something. Wow, he really collected that much of coins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the departed from the group, we were left with nothing much on our mind except to window shop around the mall. The outing ended at around 1pm plus and I departed from the rest as I am walking home istead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it feel really awkward as I've not meet up with them for quite sometime since the last class outing at Seoul Garden, Marina Square. Yepp, as usual I kept quite as I don't really have much to talk about too. Maybe cause without Gav who is really enthu? Haha.. ..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. ..well, I think that everyone did not change much except that James had really became darker. Eh.. ..heard from QQ he actually went to buy those whiting cream to apply. Haha.. .. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-1298021122791235318?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1298021122791235318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=1298021122791235318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1298021122791235318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1298021122791235318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/11/outing.html' title='An Outing'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-7225126925421034273</id><published>2008-11-11T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:23:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz from Arazon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Quiz from Arazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;1. The person who tagged me is ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Arazon the Imp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Your 5 impression of her/him ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Eh...a imp, nice person to chat with, kinda funny and last two... i dunno and dunno again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. The most memorable thing she/he had for you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- idk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. If she/he becomes your lover , you will ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- I rather stay happily singled =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. If she/he becomes your lover , things she/he needs to improve on ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- redundant question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. If He/She become your enemy how ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Eh...idk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What is it you want to tell her/him now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Your overall impression on her/him now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Cute? as in his actions lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. How do you think people around you , will feel about you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Eh? How I know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. The characters of yourself you love are ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Randomness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. The most ideal person you want to be is ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Julian Hee!!! LoLz.. I only want his looks and his body only nia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. For people who cares &amp;amp; likes you , say something to them .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- MUACKS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choose 10 people to be tagged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not by rank :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;1. Cstrike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;2. DungGirl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;3. Gavin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;4. Willy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;5. Arazon (can I tag you back? LoLz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;6. Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;7. Cyndy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Who's no.6 having a relationship with ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Someone I also don't wanna know who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;15. If no.7 and no.10 are together , will it be a good thing ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What is no.2 studying about ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Er... some China Studies or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;18. What kind of music no.8 likes ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Does no.1 have any siblings ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- 1 younger Brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Will you woo no. 3 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Never in my Life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. How about no.7 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Can consider?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Is no.4 single ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What is the surname of no.5 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- Eh... *scratches head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;24. What is the hobby of no. 10 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;25. Do no.5 &amp;amp; no.9 get along well ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;26. Where does no.9 live ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What colours does no.4 likes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Eh... *blank stares*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;28. What is no.10 doing now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/759067490148535865-7225126925421034273?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7225126925421034273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=7225126925421034273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7225126925421034273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7225126925421034273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz-from-arazon.html' title='Quiz from Arazon'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-5818026669012444901</id><published>2008-11-10T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:34:40.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedy Genting Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Speedy Genting Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Caution:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long Post Ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lugging our luggage down our block to our aunt's car at 4pm, we begin our speedy journey to Genting Highlands in Malaysia. Sat comfortably in the little Chevrolet car of my aunt are my mother, my youngest sister and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 8pm in the night the trip become dangerous as there are little lights and the little car of my aunt is twirling up the slope. At the point where the slope is the steepest, the car seems to have lost its horsepower. It is having difficulties scaling it. Our heart skipped a beat, thinking maybe this is going to be the end as the car might break down. However, luck is on our side the 1000cc (should be) car managed to slowly made its way up. At the same instance all heave a sigh of relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at around 9pm, nearing 10. Check-Ins are done quickly and we went back to our rooms to put down our luggage, arranging for a meet at the lobby 10minutes later. (Wah Kao eh, so suay lah, tio the room that is at the furthest end of the floor!) After which we went for supper. My mom hands us money for us to play the arcade while the adults left for the Casino. The first day ended at 2am in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day started at around 7am in the morning, where me who is shivering in cold and suffering a diarrhea woke up first to went to the toilet. Then I can't really sleep back anymore, so I went down to the lobby leaving my youngest sister still sleeping in the room. I went to check out if the Watsons which is located just at the First World Hotel lobby is open yet. Nope. I then went back to the room only to find my youngest sister sitting on the bed. We dailed for the adults room at around 9am. We then headed to their room at Tower 2 an hour later, buying some po chi pills from Watsons along our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After buying the tickets, we (my youngest sister and me) then headed towards theme park, only to find that the whole entrance is flooded with Malaysian students. Finally we managed to squeezed past them and enter the theme park. To sum it up, the whole theme park trip wasn't that fun as firstly it was with my youngest sister which I have nothing much to talk to her about, and as mentioned the place is flooded with Malaysian students hence go for every ride takes at least 30 minutes queuing for it. That wasted lots of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch/dinner my sister suggested to have Pizza Hut. Well, all I have to say is that their CUSTOMER SERVICE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUX totally&lt;/span&gt;. I bet I would want to patronize that place again the next time. After having such a not nice lunch/dinner, we went back to rest and change up for the night activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is the first activity we had for the evening. We walked for an hour plus but brought really nothing much though. After which we headed towards the arcade under Genting hotel. Half way through, my youngest sister actually lost the only shopping bag that contains all the items we have shopped for earlier. I got so mad that my blood pressure rose and I felt giddy walking. She had to went back to purchase all the items that is in that bag as a form of punishment and no clues from me are given. The night activity then ended off with neoprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back I received a call from the adults to inform us to buy something to eat as we are heading back to Singapore at around 4am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At half past 3am in the morning everyone woke up and prepared to set off. We then checked out at around 4am and headed towards the carpark to get into the car. The whole driving back tirp was really exhausting to my aunt as she is the only one driving. My mom too have to sacrifice her sleep to keep my aunt company so as she won't fall asleep half way through. We then safely reached Singapore on Sunday 10am plus nearing 11 in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-5818026669012444901?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5818026669012444901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=5818026669012444901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/5818026669012444901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/5818026669012444901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/11/speedy-genting-trip.html' title='Speedy Genting Trip'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-773149615979188488</id><published>2008-11-07T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:04:48.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promoted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Promoted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not surprised to the the word Promoted printed on my results slip this morning. Since, Joel and Valerie got promoted, I should too. I can't really say that I'm proud of myself or anything. In fact I felt ashamed to get promoted with this kind of results. Alphabets that is reflected on the slip are like so fake. This isn't the actual results that I deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I had to work extra hard from this day onwards so as to get into the desired course that I wanted in University next year. Furthermore, I have to prepare myself for the coming supplementary test that is to thrust upon me next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for some of my classmates who are not as lucky, I do not wish to comment about it. I can understand how they exactly felt but what could I do? I really don't know how to console them. Neither do I wish for them to be ended up in this state. I think next year would be a rather boring year without their presence. Everyone commits mistakes and deserves a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-773149615979188488?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/773149615979188488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=773149615979188488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/773149615979188488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/773149615979188488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/11/promoted.html' title='Promoted'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-1684133102720653450</id><published>2008-11-07T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:43:09.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;...Updating Blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog under construction again..will be updated asap when IceCleric comes back from Genting trip..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-1684133102720653450?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1684133102720653450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=1684133102720653450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1684133102720653450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1684133102720653450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/11/updating-blog.html' title='Updating blog...'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-3381515252724239006</id><published>2008-10-31T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:16:56.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;!Finally Over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially proclaimed myself to be on a holiday! Wee~~&lt;br /&gt;My Mother Tongue exams are over and so as my Project Work's OP exam!&lt;br /&gt;Wee~~&lt;br /&gt;I think I screwed up both papers.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's already over! Shan't think about it any more.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna enjoy my days till next Fri, 7th Nov where my results come out. Just hope I can get promoted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to all my friends who haven't take their OP exams yet, GOOD LUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;The more nervous you get the more screwed it will be, so relax. Gambatte!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, and thanks to Xiong who lent me you laptop. Thank to you that our slides and video run smoothly! Best Friends Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Free!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-3381515252724239006?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3381515252724239006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=3381515252724239006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3381515252724239006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3381515252724239006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-over.html' title='Finally Over'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-253193583828803809</id><published>2008-10-29T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:42:49.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I shouted at you. I didn't mean to. I hope you are alright now. I don't blame it on you. It is just that the place I am at just now is too noisy and before you called my mom called to scold me for going out without telling her in advance. At that time I got sort of vexed. Now you are making me feel guilty all over.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are really alright cause I know today you had a really bad day. We shall go find job another time ok? Don't give up, lets work together. This kinda boss I also don't want!&lt;br /&gt;Cheer Up OK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-253193583828803809?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/253193583828803809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=253193583828803809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/253193583828803809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/253193583828803809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-1331123448886748444</id><published>2008-10-26T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:37:50.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PW is so Tiring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Busy With Project Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people... recently IceCleric had been so busy with this Project Work (PW) that I totally didn't even blog any new post. Lemme see... *gasp* I never touched my blog for like two weeks already! Two weeks really passed by super fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, next week is my A's Chinese and Oral Presentation exams le... so wish me luck bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-1331123448886748444?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1331123448886748444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=1331123448886748444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1331123448886748444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1331123448886748444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/10/pw-is-so-tiring.html' title='PW is so Tiring'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-7760117615292959101</id><published>2008-10-11T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:12:09.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sony Ericsson W980i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm in Love &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm in Love &lt;3 with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 225px; height: 229px;" alt="http://www.mobiletor.com/images/se-w980i-handset.jpg" src="http://www.mobiletor.com/images/se-w980i-handset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its so cool! My N73 Music Edition is spoiling soon and I've feasted my eyes on this classy looking clampshell phone. Well..I'm gonna wait till Christmas where there are promotions and that is when my contact ends. OMG, I can't wait to have my hands on this! If I ever gets this, then it would be my 1st Sony Ericsson phone. XD&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/759067490148535865-7760117615292959101?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7760117615292959101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=7760117615292959101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7760117615292959101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7760117615292959101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/10/sony-ericsson-w980i.html' title='Sony Ericsson W980i'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2523927807471064324</id><published>2008-10-10T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T12:41:09.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0811C BBQ Outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons resumes as normal today. Heard from teachers that our results are not as ideal. Anyway who cares about that? This post is not going to report on what the tutors said, I shall save that to some other posts that will be coming in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directly after school, I had to rush back to Boon Lay to buy my aunt's birthday cake as today's her birthday. Celebration are usually held in the night where every family member is present. However, I have a class bbq outing today, so I can't celebrate with my family. In order to make up for that, I paid for the full cost of the birthday cake. Well, usually the amount is being shared between my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home, prepared my stuffs and help arrange for tonight's celebration. After showering, I packed up and ran off already. By the time I leave, its around 5pm plus. I sent a message to YiChong and Aaron to inform that I'll be late and I will go to YiChong's house by myself. Well, I expected myself to reach his place by 6pm. However, due to peak hour period, I forgo 3 trains as it is too crowded for me to enter and for some stupid reasons I alighted at the wrong stop when taking bus to YiChong's condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached, they already had finished their food. I'm like terribly late. I reached only at around 7pm. Well, so I sat down and take some food. While eating they were tossing guys into the pool. Well, I did enjoyed that scene, but I never think that I will eventually ended up like them. Thanks to that Amanda =.=ll| I didn't even eat finish my food then they tossed me in le. Well, in the end all the guys got wet, all thrown into the pool. However, the girls got some exuces that they are having the "Hong Xin Da Jiang" (Star Awards in Chinese)  so cannot go into the water. Amanda on the other hand had some of the guy's gadgets and hence if they ever throw her down, the gadgets will go in too. LoLz, evil right? Nevertheless, Sinthu, Valerie and Pam joined the guys in water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and Stanly came too! Long time no see him..haha..he was supposingly my PW group leader but withdraw from school just before PW officially starts. Well, the main thing of this bbq outing is to celebrate the birthdays of three people, which is Stanly, Sinthu and Kay Shim. Well, happy birthday guys! The cake is nice too..coffee flavoured XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming for so long, we got changed and went to play Monkey with YiChong's soccer ball. Then we went on playing Basketball with the same ball only until some guys who are playing at the court before us lend us the basketball. LoLz..the whole thing was like so stupid even though I didn't join in. Watching it is also fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to clear up that place (bbq area) before we go off. I've gotta say, the food is really nice and today's really fun! Thanks guys! Lets all PROMOTE to next year!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;even without Mdm Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-2523927807471064324?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2523927807471064324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2523927807471064324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2523927807471064324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2523927807471064324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/10/bbq-outing.html' title='BBQ Outing'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-4415091668791200788</id><published>2008-10-07T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:56:38.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Off (Post Mid-Course)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;"Marking Day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Today is the last day for Mid-Course and I don't have any paper, hence its kinda like a marking day to me. Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Went to the gym in the morning..bus 185 is flooded with Westwood lower secondary students at the time I'm travelling down to the gym. =.= They are like so noisy lor and breaks the silence in the morning bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Done alot in the gym today, mostly work on the upper part of the body. I also realized that actually I did not gain any weight! Yeah! So happie man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;After which I went back home and slack till around 4pm when I'm about to set off for the class steamboat outing, I was held back with my N73 flooded with messages of cancelling the outing today due to some unforseen reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Then came two calls saying the cancellation is being cancelled. Well..I just gotta got re-dressed again and set off, leaving my mother puzzled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;To Be Continued&lt;/strong&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/759067490148535865-4415091668791200788?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4415091668791200788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=4415091668791200788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4415091668791200788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4415091668791200788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-off-post-mid-course.html' title='A Day Off (Post Mid-Course)'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-7630812757126990151</id><published>2008-10-06T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:15:41.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Course 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mid-Course 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:SimSun;  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-alt:宋体;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"\@SimSun";  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;  mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;  mso-fareast-language:ZH-CN;} @page Section1  {size:595.3pt 841.9pt;  margin:72.0pt 57.6pt 72.0pt 57.6pt;  mso-header-margin:35.45pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.45pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yay! Finally, the Mid-Course is over already! I’m free, at least for now though. (I still got PW and GCE ‘A’ Level Mother Tongue that is coming soon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;What you reap is what you sow. I know this time, I did not put in my full effort in preparation of my promotional exams. If I could ever get promoted I’ll be more then happy and I promise that I will start my J1 work revision this holidays. Speaking of which, I have big plans for this coming holiday. Hmm… shall make a post about it some other day. I want to continue to be a member of 0811C not 0911C. Eh, I know that the latter class rocks cause its 911! LoLz… but I rather stick to 0811C.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;Here are a summary of the different days of my Mid-Course and how well I think I will fare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 1 (Languages)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;For GP, I totally screwed up both of my papers. It sucks totally to the core! I chose the wrong question and spent the rest of the time there thinking how to write up on the stupid allowance of Gay Marriage in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; topic. In the end I submitted a script that is not even fully done, all drafted ideas and are very vague. All I could think about is only section 377A, what else could I write? Maybe I should go Trevvy and read up more on Gay and Lesbian articles. Then it come Paper 2 which is comprehension. The article is like so damn hard lah! I totally seh diao lor! No idea what the whole article is trying to bring across. Its something related to IT and Technology though. Stoned for like 15minutes as my mind went blank. Well, my 1 credit point for GP is like totally flushed down the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;Mother Tongue is another nightmare! Same as GP I went blank for my Paper1 sitting there experiencing Stone Age. I didn’t even complete the story that I’m supposed to write for that question, stuck at the introductory paragraph. Paper 2 come as another judgement. The first passage came out the one that I never really studied, totally taken aback when doing the 50words limit part. Well, the paper is still manageable, just that I don’t have much time. Blame it on my writing speed, the way I hold my pen doesn’t allow me to write at a very fast pace if not my hand will pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 3 (Brain Power)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;Economics is kind of like a breeze. At least it doesn’t cause me a headache like the languages paper. What Mr Foo hinted actually came out in the paper. Well, tried my best even though I didn’t study much, especially ADAS. Another hindrance is just that my writing speed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;Biology came like bacteria! I only realise my mistake after submitting the Paper 1, its too late. Paper 2 actually came out the chapter that I didn’t study, which is Bacteria! OMG and it is like the whole of question 1 which consisted mainly about bacteria related stuffs costs 28 marks! The weightage is like so heavy lah! Paper 2 I did in no order, I any how skip from questions to questions in the end also didn’t have enough time to complete. Guess that I wrote too much rubbish le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 4 (Logic)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;Seriously, I don’t think my brain can think very fast. For Maths paper, I was rather slow. Especially for the question on Matrix, I only come to my senses in the last 15minutes which isn’t enough for me to finish the whole 6marks question. Think my brain is experiencing ageing? Processing is getting slower and slower… Think my tuition teacher is going to kill me when he sees the sucky results I got back next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Day 5 (Chemistry)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;In order to do Chemistry paper you must have chemistry with the paper. LoLz. This paper is like hell to me! For Paper 2 and 3 I counted I altogether confirm lose at least 46 marks. What ever I studied only came out in Paper 1 =.= Water The Flowers! Everyone complained that Paper 1 was rather difficult but not me. Well, just hope that I can at least get a E or S I happy already, cause this way when they recalculate for Promotion criteria, I should be able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-7630812757126990151?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7630812757126990151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=7630812757126990151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7630812757126990151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7630812757126990151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/10/mid-course-2008.html' title='Mid-Course 2008'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-258077852751391459</id><published>2008-10-04T14:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:34:25.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40Questions Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; 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                }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln6"&gt;3)Are you a jealous person?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;IDK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln9"&gt;4)Are you tired right now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kinda, I'm tired of my studies!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln12"&gt;5)Do you chew on your straws?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rarely, only when my mouth is 'itchy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln15"&gt;6)Have you ever been called a tease?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eh, whats that? Can eat?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln18"&gt;7)Do you like to cuddle?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Absolutely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln21"&gt;8)Do you cry easily?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get emotional easily, but I don't cry that much now. Maybe watching sad shows, I'll bah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln26"&gt;9)Are you a heavy sleeper?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yepp, no doubt! I need atleast more then 3 alarm to wake me up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln29"&gt;10)Where is your phone?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't bring my phone around with me when I'm at home, I just dump it on my bed. Usually on silent mode too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln33"&gt;11)Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not sure, if can I want it to be forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln36"&gt;12)Are you mad at someone right now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hmm..have, but I can't say who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln39"&gt;13)Do you believe in love?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln40"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I doubted it but I still stupidly believe in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln42"&gt;14)What makes you laugh no matter what?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln43"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depends? I don't laugh much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln45"&gt;15)Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln46"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln48"&gt;16)Name one person on your top friends&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln49"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;CStrike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln51"&gt;17)Do you get butterflies around the person you like?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln52"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butterflies? The person don't smells like flower lei.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln54"&gt;18)Will you get married?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I doubted it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln57');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln59"&gt;19)When was the last time you smiled?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln60"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When saw someone's message yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln60');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln61');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln62"&gt;20)Does anyone like you?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln63"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eh..I doubted so. Me this kinda pattern where got people will like? O.o&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln63');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln64');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln65"&gt;21)Do you secretly like someone?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln65');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln66"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yepp, but I can't say who.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln66');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln67');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln68"&gt;22)Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln68');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln69"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sisters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln69');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln70');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln71"&gt;23)Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln71');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln72"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cotton and my alter ego.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln72');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln73');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln74"&gt;24)What are you NOT looking forward to?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln74');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln75"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;OP exams and A Level Chinese after my Mid-Course.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln75');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln76');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln77"&gt;25)Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln77');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I wish that could happen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln78');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln79');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln80"&gt;26)Suppose you see your ex kissing another person what would you do?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln80');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln81"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who cares about that? We are not together anymore le what!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln81');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln82');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln83"&gt;27)Are you a forgiving person?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln83');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln86');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln87');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln88"&gt;28)What's something you really want right now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln88');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln90');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln91');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln92"&gt;29)Do you fall for people easily?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln92');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln93"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eh..depends if click annot first. Others are just eye candies bah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln93');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln94');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln95"&gt;30)Have you ever fallen for your best friend ex's ?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln95');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln96"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eh..no no no way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln96');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln97');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln98"&gt;31)What's the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln98');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food lah..DUH!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln99');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln100');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln101"&gt;32)Have you ever kissed anyone named Michelle?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln101');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln102"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;O.o That's so random. I don't even have friends or people with that name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln102');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln103');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln104"&gt;33)Who was the last person you drove with?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln104');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't drive, but my aunt drives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln105');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln106');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln107"&gt;34)How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln107');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln108"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2am plus. Doing admin, playing some childish game with my youngest sister then listening to Yes933 de ghost story, finally talking to someone through sms and fell asleep half way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln108');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln109');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln110');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln111"&gt;35)If you could move somewhere else, would you?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln111');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln112"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yepp, look at the destination that I want to go on the right hand side of my blog to find out where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln112');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln113');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln114"&gt;36)Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln114');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln115"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't really like calling. Texts are fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln115');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln116');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln117"&gt;37)When was the last time you cried really, really hard?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln117');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 11th. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln120');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln121');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln122"&gt;38)Who took your profile picture?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln122');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln123"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took as in took picture with you or took away your picture?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln123');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln124');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln125"&gt;39)Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln125');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln126"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some guy that I saw at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln126');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln127');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln128"&gt;40)Can you live a day without TV?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln128');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln129"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can, but not my handphone and other IT gadgets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table class="messagestable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-258077852751391459?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/258077852751391459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=258077852751391459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/258077852751391459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/258077852751391459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/10/40questions-survey.html' title='40Questions Survey'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-3397408753854015094</id><published>2008-10-03T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:19:39.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Exams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Hate Exams!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post shall not have any words (except this intro) try to decipher from the chain of pictures that follows to find out bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 299px; height: 223px;" alt="http://thecaretaker.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/final-exam.jpg" src="http://thecaretaker.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/final-exam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 199px;" alt="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2065479/stress-main_Full.jpg" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2065479/stress-main_Full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.rps.psu.edu/probing/graphics/nightowl.jpg" src="http://www.rps.psu.edu/probing/graphics/nightowl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 299px; height: 261px;" alt="http://www.validacnesolutions.com/images/acne.jpg" src="http://www.validacnesolutions.com/images/acne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-3397408753854015094?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3397408753854015094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=3397408753854015094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3397408753854015094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3397408753854015094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-exams.html' title='I Hate Exams!'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-463680804866665705</id><published>2008-09-29T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:23:48.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel of Despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Angel of Despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 263px; height: 263px;" alt="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/14892Fallen_Angel_deviantID_by_so_close.jpg" src="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/14892Fallen_Angel_deviantID_by_so_close.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not play with the Death Angel. Cross at your own risk. He can easily take away one's life with the Hand of Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left in shock after seeing an accident happening so close to me. Though I did not witness the whole event but a glance at the body is enough to left me with emotions. Well, this is the event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;After waving goodbye to CS, I walked all the way to the berth of bus 199.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took out my i-pod and start listening.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wait quite awhile, saw a few bus that I can take to reach the bus stop nearest to my unit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before bus 199 come, bus 240 which is filled with people exit the bus interchange.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When bus 199 finally came, people in the queue was looking at the traffic crossing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Out of curiosity, I turned and look too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw that bus 240 stopped and many people got off the bus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just shrug it off thinking that the bus breakdown. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;However, it all seems too strange that a bus would breakdown directly after leaving the interchange.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hence, I strained my neck and look even harder, there seems to be people crowding around somewhere near the traffic light area.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, I saw a body of a woman lying in the middle of the road.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At that instant I know that she had been knocked down. (Is it by the bus 240, I can't assure)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The driver honked at us to signal us "eh don't be a kaypoh lah, faster board the bus!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the bus exits the interchange (turned the other direction), I caught a full glimpse of the scene.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was a young woman in her early 20s, she does not seems to be looking like committing suicide as she is in those nice looking clothes, (those for going out to somewhere kind) and carrying a handbag (like those teenage girls nowadays carry).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone was just crowing around her, I saw no blood but I was disturbed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realised that the Angel of Death can easily ask for your life anytime he wants and no consent from you is needed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On my way home, images of the scene keep flashing in my mind and for a moment I felt so sad for the girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-463680804866665705?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/463680804866665705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=463680804866665705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/463680804866665705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/463680804866665705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/09/angel-of-despair.html' title='Angel of Despair'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-6273654568381173452</id><published>2008-09-27T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:05:06.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed With Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pissed With Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post have something gotta do with the singer of this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/d5VjJql7kQ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/d5VjJql7kQ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/pineapplelo/music/NevPH71S/amei_have_you_heard_lately/"&gt;HAVE YOU HEARD LATELY? - A-Mei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed with myself, my stupidity!&lt;br /&gt;Yes933 was giving away tickets to Ah Mei's World Tour concert and yesterday was the last day. Hence, the DJ said that he is asking a relative simple question and which means having multiple choice question.&lt;br /&gt;I know the answer is A but somehow somewhat I don't know why I sms-ed in B which is the wrong answer!!!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I was the first few to sms in.&lt;br /&gt;The pair of my favorite singer's tickets just fly away like that right beside my ears!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed with myself!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-6273654568381173452?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6273654568381173452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=6273654568381173452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6273654568381173452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6273654568381173452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/09/pissed-with-myself.html' title='Pissed With Myself'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-1266371944511503000</id><published>2008-09-27T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:06:36.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Typing Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Speed Typing Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/" style="background: transparent url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat scroll 0% 0%; display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: rgb(0, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman,Arial,serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;51 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;Typingtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-1266371944511503000?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1266371944511503000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=1266371944511503000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1266371944511503000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1266371944511503000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/09/speed-typing-test.html' title='Speed Typing Test'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-4394582918840200507</id><published>2008-09-26T21:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:47:10.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Just to confirm the doubts you all had..yeah, I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;...Not Straight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-4394582918840200507?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4394582918840200507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=4394582918840200507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4394582918840200507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4394582918840200507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/09/exposed.html' title='Exposed'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-5504057608916832358</id><published>2008-09-25T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:31:33.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week To Promos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Last Week To Promos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the last week before my Mid-Course (promos)&lt;/span&gt; and its going to be over soon. Looking back at what I have done, I doubt that I did my best for my last lap. Anyway, I got to go to 'chiong' my final for my EoM that is due for hand in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to go for that Korea Trip!! It's one of the location that I put on my top 5 most wanted to go countries! However that ERIC WONG refuses to let me  get the form. What the Hell lor! I also from sports CCA nia! He said piority is given to J2, but I don't think so lor! Just another excuse to deter me from 'wasting the school's money!' Water The Flowers lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/759067490148535865-5504057608916832358?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5504057608916832358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=5504057608916832358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/5504057608916832358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/5504057608916832358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-week-to-promos.html' title='Last Week To Promos'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-3681209262296093501</id><published>2008-09-22T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:32:36.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOOD TYPE! :D CUTE‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BLOOD TYPE! :D CUTE‏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Something I found in my email, special thanks to NZ for sending this cute email! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(P.s. if cannot see click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3TNtKhH7I/AAAAAAAAAcE/Q-lKWsw8tMI/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3TNtKhH7I/AAAAAAAAAcE/Q-lKWsw8tMI/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250584972999335858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3TN_a_nkI/AAAAAAAAAcM/693gexUsdjY/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3TN_a_nkI/AAAAAAAAAcM/693gexUsdjY/s400/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250584977900281410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3TN77CNhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Fr5ie80qe4U/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3TN77CNhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Fr5ie80qe4U/s400/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250584976960927250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3Spu-fqdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Ch5ZSVZRB8I/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3Spu-fqdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Ch5ZSVZRB8I/s400/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250584355010488786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3Spt4yHgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QtUf02LCCeA/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3Spt4yHgI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QtUf02LCCeA/s400/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250584354718096898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3SptT18MI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Uz9QH_RsvCg/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3SptT18MI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Uz9QH_RsvCg/s400/image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250584354563158210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3SptcimmI/AAAAAAAAAb0/h4MoDdmECI8/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3SptcimmI/AAAAAAAAAb0/h4MoDdmECI8/s400/image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250584354599639650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3SpqPUjJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/tg8jBah0aaY/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3SpqPUjJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/tg8jBah0aaY/s400/image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250584353738886290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3SMKoKXFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/H2ftXHJUOgY/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3SMu7VFYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Nbtf6Pa6g_o/s400/image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250583856781006210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3SMiLE4zI/AAAAAAAAAbU/RriAsfLPLiM/s1600-h/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3SMiLE4zI/AAAAAAAAAbU/RriAsfLPLiM/s400/image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250583853357392690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-3681209262296093501?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3681209262296093501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=3681209262296093501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3681209262296093501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3681209262296093501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/09/blood-type-d-cute.html' title='BLOOD TYPE! :D CUTE‏'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SN3TNtKhH7I/AAAAAAAAAcE/Q-lKWsw8tMI/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2591628450496903689</id><published>2008-09-21T11:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:27:39.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strong Breasts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Strong Boobs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Before anything, do watch this video!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Its from Americans Got Talent, featuring Busty Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QV0p9GQeo7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, my classmates talked about this so I decided to go home and do some &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tube&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; search and well..its true and rather digusting tho.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..strong breasts I gotta say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, here's another video, it corrosponds to what Gavin let me see on his Sony Ericsson a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;That was the anime version, now take a look at the real one!&lt;br /&gt;Not about snapping chopsticks, rather it's crushing a drinking can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/epyTwzgyRcc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-2591628450496903689?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2591628450496903689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2591628450496903689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2591628450496903689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2591628450496903689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/09/strong-breasts.html' title='Strong Breasts!'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-7408899304398089475</id><published>2008-09-17T14:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:51:28.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to Promote or Not to Promote?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;to Promote or Not to Promote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246878880661097042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SNCoivVNylI/AAAAAAAAAX0/HVNwkhvmmG0/s200/Converse.JPG" width="119" border="0" /&gt;Had a little "short" standing converstion with Mdm Wong (my civics tutor) yesterday after my Biology tutorial. It made me realised quite some things and did motivate me a little. However, due to lack of sleep and drinking chicken essence before I go to school that day did not much of any help though. I did not do anything when I reached home yesterday as I was slacking my my time off by watching television programmes from 7pm till 10pm. After which, I was left with not much of the mood and energy to study anymore hence I went to bed. OMG! I have just wasted another day that I can use it productively for studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one tries to push back everything to next time, he will only realise that one day, the things that he needs to settle are so much so much that it will collaspse at him and made him collaspse. Pushing away things are just some ways to run from the reality. Now, I really got lots of things to catch up. My EoM is still undone (as in still like shit), I need to come up with the script of my Oral Presentation (OP) video, neither had I start on my I&amp;amp;R which will be due the nest day of my PW OP, on top of that I still need to revise for my Mid-Course lest being retained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really heard this voice that come from deep inside of me asking me: " Do you really want to get promoted? Are you serious of going into Medicine course in the University?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really want to move and study and do everything, but my body is my limiting factor, my alter ego too. They are always there to put on cuffs on my leg and restrict me from running forward. Instead I could only drag my feet along as I walk... .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-7408899304398089475?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7408899304398089475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=7408899304398089475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7408899304398089475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7408899304398089475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-promote-or-not-to-promote.html' title='to Promote or Not to Promote?'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SNCoivVNylI/AAAAAAAAAX0/HVNwkhvmmG0/s72-c/Converse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-4040283667622440790</id><published>2008-09-14T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:35:33.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting kinda lazy these few days. Lethargic? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too lazy to reply messages, taggies ,etc already.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime planned to go study at the library in the end I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Mid-Course is so near that I can felt it breathe. Yet I am here, procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;*grumble, grumble* I just wanna feel like sleeping...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-4040283667622440790?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4040283667622440790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=4040283667622440790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4040283667622440790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4040283667622440790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/09/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-6752134800706017494</id><published>2008-09-12T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:19:50.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mid-Course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-Course (Promos) is coming already, I don't have much time to think and come out with posts on my blog, hence the number of updates might dropped. Well, heard from my friend that this year's intake is too big and a big intake is proportionate to a big number of retains. Therefor, some might be kicked put of the school if they retain, depending on the number of intakes next year. I don't want to be in that range, but next year's Biology syllabus is revised and some chapters are going to be taken out. Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-6752134800706017494?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6752134800706017494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=6752134800706017494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6752134800706017494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6752134800706017494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/09/mid-course.html' title='Mid-Course'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-7112360857948354553</id><published>2008-09-09T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:52:16.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today i came out with yet another poem during Maths and Civics lesson. I admit, I was bored and did not do something productive.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Never Felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That Sharp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So Sharp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;That It Could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pierce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;One's Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/759067490148535865-7112360857948354553?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7112360857948354553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=7112360857948354553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7112360857948354553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7112360857948354553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-5989744604906192426</id><published>2008-09-07T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:51:32.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Hair-Cut Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Another Hair-Cut Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243941361335984194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SMY44nFo4EI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hd6squVYVds/s200/PICT0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, it’s me to be blamed for not arranging an appointment with Shirly Mah before I go to cut my pom-pom hair. However, I’m going shift the blame partially to my aunt for being the “wobble base phenomenon.” When I reached Shirly Mah, I can see that the salon is packed with people and are very busy at the moment. I was told that I need to come back at 8pm if I want my hair to be cut. Having no choice, I decided not to patronize Evolution Hub as had very bad experience there; I went to Two Way Holistic (as recommended by my secondary school friend). I entered the shop without enquiring about the price of a hair cut and after the whole process of cutting my pom-pom hair; I was shocked with a bill of $18. OMG! It is like double the price what Shirly Mah charge! I had to admit that their service is good as in they help you wash your hair with shampoo and help you massage too, but those are not what I need. Lucky my aunt is with me, if not I really don’t know what to do by only having $10 from my mom. Well, this is yet another bad experience for me, no more next time. Now no matter what I will book an appointment with Shirly Mah first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/759067490148535865-5989744604906192426?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5989744604906192426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=5989744604906192426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/5989744604906192426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/5989744604906192426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-hair-cut-experience.html' title='Another Hair-Cut Experience'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/SMY44nFo4EI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hd6squVYVds/s72-c/PICT0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-4820265867656662771</id><published>2008-09-06T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:05:08.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attractions of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attractions of the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 137px; height: 134px;" alt="http://www.studiohousecards.com/Notecards/M&amp;amp;G%20notecard%20pics/Edward%20Bear%20looking%20into%20a%20mirror%20001.jpg" src="http://www.studiohousecards.com/Notecards/M&amp;amp;G%20notecard%20pics/Edward%20Bear%20looking%20into%20a%20mirror%20001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the many laws of nature is the law of attraction. One have to be attractive enough to the opposite party in order to "have chemistry". It is natural that one judge the other by looks. Looking cute is not enough, on top of that you must have the figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phenomenon is not hard to spot when one goes to the IRC rooms. People after wanting your intro, they would want to have a look at your profile - in other words see how you look like first. After seeing already, if you are not "his/her type" the conversation just end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this not just happens on IRC, other profiling sites also have this kinda scenario too. Take for example, Friendster, a famous online site a few years ago, people upload tonnes of their own photos there. If they have the look factor, they will usually get alot of people wanting to add them as friends then later try to know them, getting their MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya agree with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-4820265867656662771?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4820265867656662771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=4820265867656662771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4820265867656662771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4820265867656662771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Attractions of the World'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-1893283420469955377</id><published>2008-09-03T21:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:26:42.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’m glad that the unhappy things are trashed out today at the round table. I just sat there and listen; I know most of the faults are mine and I have no comments. &lt;i&gt;Thanks people for coming clear today&lt;/i&gt;, burying the hatchet and giving each other &lt;i&gt;another chance to start anew&lt;/i&gt;. Since you all have already know my new address of my blog, then most probably you all will come back and check if there are any more updates on this incident. I shall take this chance to &lt;i&gt;apologise to those who my words had hurt them&lt;/i&gt;, either through verbal means or written means. I am really sorry, from the bottom of my heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;After doing some self reflection, I think &lt;i&gt;I’m really selfish&lt;/i&gt; and had learnt a lot from this incident. The following few paragraphs are what I have learnt and realized today.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’ve learnt that words kills people easily. One might be hurt emotionally but might not show. Hence, I want to &lt;i&gt;take back my word of cursing Aaron and spiking YiChong&lt;/i&gt;. I hope we all could be promoted as a class at the end of this year. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;I learnt about one’s privacy is important. &lt;i&gt;Sorry Haresh&lt;/i&gt; for posting the video of you falling off the chair on my blog and Youtube. I realized that might defame you. I have already &lt;i&gt;taken down the video&lt;/i&gt; from both channels; hope you can for give me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;I learnt that criticizing and not mindful of my words will lead to people interpreting wrongly plus appreciating what people had done for me. I am &lt;i&gt;sorry that what I wrote offended Valerie, Joel and Amanda&lt;/i&gt;; thanks for the things you all done at the camp. I’ll &lt;i&gt;be more mindful and selective of my words next time&lt;/i&gt; and exclude sensitive issues inside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He who had once tagged my tag board knows who he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt; and I shall not mention names here, although I was urged to &lt;i&gt;not make hidden&lt;/i&gt; the name of the person I want to talk about. My mind is flooded with thoughts when I read that tag, do they mean what they told me today at the round table? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why hide your identity when you want to scold people? Isn’t it the same as me trying to scold people indirectly by not mentioning their name?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;I &lt;i&gt;admit&lt;/i&gt; I am those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:78%;"   lang="ZH-CN"&gt;幸灾乐祸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; (sadist)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt; kind of people as I grew up in a environment that forces me to become this way. I realized that too and I wanted to change all these while and I’m &lt;i&gt;trying my best to work towards changing that bad attitude of mine away&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;I admit that I like to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:78%;"   lang="ZH-CN"&gt;酸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; people as and when I could, however that is &lt;i&gt;my character of being random and nonsensical&lt;/i&gt;. If not I will just be the &lt;i&gt;anti-social me&lt;/i&gt; that I used to be last time. I don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:78%;"   lang="ZH-CN"&gt;酸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;people as bad as Mdm Wong does right? &lt;i&gt;Do correct me if I am wrong&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;It is just the little little things that you all do that feeds the hatred in me. I am a rather sensitive person; I can pick up change of emotions fast. However I am &lt;i&gt;insensitive when it comes to my usage of words&lt;/i&gt;. If next time my words offend any of you, do come tell me ok? Furthermore, I will try my best to restrict my talking and not to bring up sensitive topics like “flying” the next year, again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;That is all I could realized from the “debate” today at the round table. Once again, I will like to make an apology to those who I had hurt with my words and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-1893283420469955377?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1893283420469955377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=1893283420469955377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1893283420469955377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1893283420469955377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/09/public-apology.html' title='Public Apology'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-7757056178765204276</id><published>2008-09-02T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:15:36.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collection of Spectacles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Collection of Spectacles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! IceCleric's vision is getting bad. He's showing early signs of ageing!!! Diagnosed with old flower eyes plus a little myopia on Sunday night. Going to collect his spects soon, just hope he will not look as nerdy as before bah! Hahax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my new bluetooth adapter, I will upload all my photos asap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-7757056178765204276?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7757056178765204276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=7757056178765204276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7757056178765204276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7757056178765204276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/09/collection-of-spectacles.html' title='Collection of Spectacles'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-5146382240130299913</id><published>2008-09-01T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:25:42.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orchard Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are My Eyes Playing Tricks on Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Orchard window shopping with my youngest sister today. I thought that I wont not be able to see any people I know but I'm wrong. Spotted Ronald (or someone that resembles him) at The Heeren. Following that, I saw someone that very looks like Mrs Thong (my upper sec chem teacher) at the entrance of Plaza Singapura! Well, the hair looks like hers, the way she walk, the way she carry her bag and the side view too..absolutely is her! Eh except for her size..maybe she gained weight after a year? I was walking behind her all these while and wanted to call out to her but I'm scared that I may end up pai seh-ing myself and hence I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my upper secondary Physics teacher actually found my blog and tag me too! I'm so shocked how did he ever get to find out my blog after I changed my link? Furthermore, I didn't state my name in my blog too, how did he know its me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG..is my mind playing tricks on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks Mr Lau for the tag tho =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-5146382240130299913?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5146382240130299913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=5146382240130299913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/5146382240130299913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/5146382240130299913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/09/orchard-shopping.html' title='Orchard Shopping'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-6828351170987574210</id><published>2008-08-31T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:13:50.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Comex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the IT Comex show today at Suntec City directly after my tuition at Chinatown. Even though I hate crowded places, I still went there. It's the last day, and I already expected the place to be rather packed with humans trying to catch the cheapest deal, eh..that includes me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the other reason that I went there is because I never go to this kind of big IT show before and is curious to find out how does it really looks like. I went to the food fair at Expo before, wasn't that packed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After brushing past surge of humans and humans, I finally brought myself a 20GB ext HDD and a Bluetooth adapter which cost me like around 60bucks? My savings for three weeks are gone just in one day. T___T Just hope the things I brought is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stay on the net too long already, gotta go to chiong my PW and GP essay which is to be handed in on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, sorry to my friend who my tag caused you a big trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-6828351170987574210?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6828351170987574210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=6828351170987574210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6828351170987574210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6828351170987574210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/comex.html' title='Comex'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-1484853193085138728</id><published>2008-08-29T01:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:47:51.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hug From Alvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceType"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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If you got nothing better to do also, then might want to read on.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;Teachers’ day celebration never got any more enjoyable after my Primary 5. However, today I once again felt the fun that I had experienced when I’m in Primary 5. Even though the two spoilers are present, I still enjoyed myself. &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The teachers actually come together and put up a skit showing the typical Innovian life with a twist of lame humour. Nonetheless the lame humour is comical enough to make me laughed hard.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; That is when my nostalgic feeling of the concert I’ve been through in Primary 5 comes back. The teachers in my primary school then also performed a skit for us; it is on changing television channel which leads to funny combination of the speech. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;For example: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh my God! Rooney ramps the soccer ball and right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Zzz…change channel&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;i&gt; in the popiah skin. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;However, the celebration isn’t the main takeaway for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;, the main takeaway was the next three paragraphs to come.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;After the concert which ends around 10 plus near 11pm&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I wanted to go back to my Secondary School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and hence sms-ed &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Alvin&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; asking if he is going back or not. He didn’t reply anything so, I thought he isn’t going back and I went home. &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Going alone is not fun&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Later on then I found out that he actually went back with Wee and friends. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=.=ll|&lt;/span&gt; Never reply me, if not I surely join them de lor!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;I thought I was late for my &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;secondary 4 class dinner outing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and I rushed down to the place as soon as I could but to only found out that the &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;others come later then I do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. The meeting time was 5.30pm however the full strength is due at 6.15pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=.=ll|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt; QQ called James (the organizer) and WanLin to &lt;i&gt;suan&lt;/i&gt; them for being so slow and late. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;The place James booked was &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seoul Garden at Marina Square (MSQ)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; as it is nearer to Seemun’s working place. The 18 of us were there &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;making the most noise&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; when we are dinning at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Seoul&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Garden&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, as if it is our home. There were &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;many roars of laughter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;sitting with NZ, Wee, Samuel and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Alvin&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. They are &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;constantly cracking jokes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I realized that they had no cooking experience before and most of the hotplate food is cooked by me. Even though there are lots of &lt;i&gt;chao da&lt;/i&gt; and garlic, Wee still eat it. &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;No doubt this outing I had the most fun laughing with them&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. When our table (Samuel, Wee, NZ and me) had almost eaten finish, &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;they decided to cook hard boiled eggs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Which is to say that they are going to throw the whole egg into the pot of soup to boil it! Well, in the end the egg really &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;got boiled and is still edible&lt;/span&gt;, though I didn’t eat any. &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wee also did many pranks that are damn funny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;Wee’s gang and me left early as they want to go for bowling. In the end the alley was full and we can’t play, hence we head back to the restaurant to wait for the others. &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My only few bars of battery was depleted by a call and left me only the last battery which is enough to make two short call to my mother giving her details where to pick me up later.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;When all had finished their food we make our way to the Esplanade. I &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;borrowed &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alvin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s phone to make an important call&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; as my batter had already died out. That was when I got to &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;depart from the group to the airport to send my sister off&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thanks &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alvin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for lending me your phone to call my mother even though you only left two batteries&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. After, I returned &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alvin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; his phone, its time to wave good bye to them. Before I left &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alvin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt; actually gave me a hug&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; which shocked me. Well, don’t know why, my night got brightened.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;Waited awhile for the appearance of my aunt’s car as&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;there was a jam&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and off I go to the &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;New &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Terminal 3 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Changi&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Airport&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; OMG lah! The new T3 is &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;really big, spacey and nice!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; The &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;design is very eco&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; which makes one feels very comfortable being there. The shops outside (checking in area) aren’t many, however after you went in, there are whole lots of shop! I know it is all &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;because of me that delayed the time and made my sister missed her dinner&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; However, mother went to buy a toast and give it to her. &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hope she will make it safely to her destination&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for her Student Xcahnge programme. After departing from her, we went to the Kopitiam at B2 to have our dinner (except me, not eating). Then, we left the place already. Speaking of which to explore the place was rather in vain as all of us are tired (except me, strangely...must be the loads of laughter)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and the adults needs to work the next morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(actually is the hug that makes me still feel so energetic!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted a trip there, that’s all I could say&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I so wanted to take many pictures and my battery actually went flat at this time!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; *curse and swear!*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At 1am, I received a sms from my sister saying bye to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;, after that hug, you only make my crush for u more deep =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-1484853193085138728?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1484853193085138728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=1484853193085138728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1484853193085138728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1484853193085138728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/hug-from-alvin.html' title='A Hug From Alvin'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-6754922209228517400</id><published>2008-08-28T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:40:22.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Segregation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Segregation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px; height: 187px;" alt="http://www.centerforpubliceducation.org/atf/cf/%7B13A13846-1CA6-4F8A-B52E-2A88576B84EF%7D/large_bell_curve.gif" src="http://www.centerforpubliceducation.org/atf/cf/%7B13A13846-1CA6-4F8A-B52E-2A88576B84EF%7D/large_bell_curve.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Those who are not worth of promoting, shall not be promoted. Those who study very hard and memorised the whole answers and still fail means they are not worth the cut, thereby should be filtered out of the system. Gossipers are no good either, even thought they add colours to the conversation but the things they say are with no basis and is categorized as a fallacy.  They too deserved to be filtered out of the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-6754922209228517400?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6754922209228517400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=6754922209228517400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6754922209228517400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6754922209228517400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/segregation-those-who-are-not-worth-of.html' title='Segregation'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-5767651446980783048</id><published>2008-08-27T19:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:40:00.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Taken At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video Taken At School-Funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Video taken down due to requests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/759067490148535865-5767651446980783048?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/5767651446980783048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=5767651446980783048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/5767651446980783048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/5767651446980783048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/video-taken-at-school.html' title='Video Taken At School'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-899859058670425502</id><published>2008-08-26T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:37:52.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goner for Being Emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moodless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Really moodless these few days. Feel rather lathegic and reckless to do anything. Sometimes I just feel like throwing all my 'life' away and run to some open space (roof top or empty beach) to just sit there and stare blankly, experience stone-age. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Too much externalities had crowed my mind, hacking into my emotional system messing up all my feelings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Everyday, I wake up having two thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;*Should I skip school today and go Polyclinic and buy MC?&lt;br /&gt;*Today I shall not be affected by my emotions, I must stay happy and hyper!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't want to continue being this way anymore, I don't want to be the anti-social me who I used to be. Neither do I wish my results to be affected by all these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What can I do now? Sleep?&lt;br /&gt;I lost my mood to study or even reply a simple sms.&lt;br /&gt;Doing all these seems to drain out the energy of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-899859058670425502?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/899859058670425502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=899859058670425502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/899859058670425502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/899859058670425502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/goner-for-being-emo.html' title='Goner for Being Emo'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2828752158697843705</id><published>2008-08-25T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:02:06.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Horoscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Something interesting I found when I open my email today&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;CAPRICORN - The Go-Getter (Dec 22 - Jan 19) Patient and wise. Practical and rigid. Ambitious. Tends to be Good-looking. Humorous and funny.. Can be a bit shy and reserved. Often pessimistic. Capricorns tend to act before they think and can be Unfriendly at times. Hold grudges. Like competition. Get what they Want.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUARIUS - The Sweetheart (Jan 20 - Feb 18) Optimistic and honest. Sweet personality. Very independent.. Inventive and intelligent. Friendly and loyal. Can seem unemotional. Can be a bit rebellious. Very stubborn, but original and unique. Attractive on the inside and out. Eccentric personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISCES - The Dreamer (Feb 19 - Mar 20) Generous, kind, and thoughtful. Very creative and imaginative. May become secretive and vague. Sensitive. Don't like details. Dreamy and unrealistic. Sympathetic and loving. Kind. Unselfish. Good kisser. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIES - The Daredevil (Mar 21 - April 19)&lt;br /&gt;Energetic. Adventurous and spontaneous. Confident and enthusiastic. Fun. Loves a challenge. EXTREMELY impatient. Sometimes selfish. Short fuse. (Easily angered.) Lively, passionate, and sharp wit. Outgoing. Lose interest quickly - easily bored. Egotistical. Courageous and assertive. Tends to be physical and athletic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAURUS - The Enduring One (April 20 - May 20) Charming but aggressive. Can come off as boring, but they are not. Hard workers. Warm-hearted. Strong, has endurance. Solid beings that are stable and secure in their ways. Not looking for shortcuts. Take pride in their beauty. Patient and reliable. Make great friends and give good advice. Loving and kind. Loves hard - passionate. Express themselves emotionally. Prone to ferocious temper-tantrums. Determined. Indulge themselves often. Very generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMINI - The Chatterbox (May 21 - June 20) Smart and witty. Outgoing, very chatty. Lively, energetic. Adaptable But needs to express themselves. Argumentative and outspoken. Like change. Versatile. Busy, sometimes nervous and tense. Gossips. May seem superficial or inconsistent. Beautiful physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CANCER - The Protector (June 21 - July 22)&lt;br /&gt;Moody, emotional. May be shy. Very loving and caring. Pretty/handsome. Excellent partners for life. Protective. Inventive and imaginative. Cautious. Touchy-feely kind of person. Needs love from others. Easily hurt, but sympathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEO - The Boss (July 23 - Aug 22)&lt;br /&gt;Very organized. Need order in their lives - like being in control. Like boundaries. Tend to take over everything. Bossy.. Like to help Others. Social and outgoing. Extroverted. Generous, warm-hearted. Sensitive. Creative energy. Full of themselves. Loving. Doing the right thing is important to Leos. Attractive.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;VIRGO - The Perfectionist (Aug 23 - Sept 22)&lt;br /&gt;Dominant In relationships. Conservative. Always wants the last word. Argumentative. Worries. Very smart. Dislikes noise and chaos. Eager. Hardworking. Loyal. Beautiful. Easy to talk to.Hard to please. Harsh. Practical and very fussy. Often shy. Pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRA - The Harmonizer (Sept 23 - Oct 22) &lt;br /&gt;Nice to everyone they meet. Can't make up their mind. Have own unique appeal. Creative, energetic, and very social. Hates to be alone. Peaceful, generous. Very loving and beautiful. Flirtatious. Give in too easily. Procrastinators. Very gullible.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SCORPIO - The Intense One (Oct 23 - Nov 21)&lt;br /&gt;Very energetic. Intelligent. Can be jealous and/or possessive. Hardworking. Great kisser. Can become obsessive or secretive. Holds grudges. Attractive. Determined. Loves being in long Relationships. Talkative. Romantic. Can be self-centered at times. Passionate and Emotional.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SAGITTARIUS - The Happy-Go-Lucky One (Nov 22 - Dec 21)&lt;br /&gt;Good-natured optimist. Doesn't want to grow up (Peter Pan Syndrome). Indulges self. Boastful. Likes luxuries and gambling. Social and outgoing. Doesn't like responsibilities. Often fantasizes. Impatient. Fun to be around. Having lots of friends. Flirtatious. Doesn't like rules. Sometimes hypocritical. Dislikes being confined - tight spaces or even tight clothes. Doesn't like being doubted. Beautiful inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-2828752158697843705?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2828752158697843705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2828752158697843705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2828752158697843705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2828752158697843705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-6472095556070633737</id><published>2008-08-20T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:52:00.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's Wrong With You!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the who it may concern of 0811C:&lt;br /&gt;I think it seems pretty obvious already that you are bearing gauges against me. I can sense it all lor! What the hell is wrong with you, you actions are overt! Did I stepped on you tail or something? If yes then trash it out with me face to face lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't do little little things with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;xia lan jiao bin&lt;/span&gt; behind my back can annot? Come on, we are a class lor, think about it, are you going to do this for the rest of the JC life in Innova?&lt;br /&gt;I know that time during GP lesson on Monday I was rather rude to say ZZZzzz when your group is presenting your poem, but that is out of shocked that your group found the same poem as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if that offened you, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry!&lt;/span&gt; But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before that I already had the feeling that you dislikes me, what is wrong then?&lt;/span&gt; Tell me lah and stop doing such &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;xia lan&lt;/span&gt; things already! I don't want to hate anyone in this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want to spoil my reputation in this class? I know maybe sometimes I said things that aren't suppose to be said but is this the punishment I deserved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I doubt that you would come to my blog and read, may be what I typed would be useless also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-6472095556070633737?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6472095556070633737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=6472095556070633737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6472095556070633737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6472095556070633737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-wrong.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong?'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2112319536669066799</id><published>2008-08-19T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:00:47.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GP Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GP Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr Perrira (I think I spelt his name wrongly) asked us to come up with some poem or a song for the topic of prejudice and discrimination topic sometime ago. Our group did a fairly bad job which got a scolding from him, a bad one. I really regret my actions yesterday during his lessons. Anyway, to compensate I came up with the poem myself. Hope you will enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is not me who chose to be born this way&lt;br /&gt;What if I tell you I am gay&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather stone me alive instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not me to chose to be coloured or not&lt;br /&gt;Slavery isn't my job&lt;br /&gt;and Blacks doesn't always sing hip hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not me who want to age per year&lt;br /&gt;When you need me I'm always here&lt;br /&gt;Don't chuck me away&lt;br /&gt;I'll lend you my listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not up to me to opt for my gender&lt;br /&gt;Women sometimes can do even better&lt;br /&gt;So why am I not given the big task to handle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I got a choice&lt;br /&gt;I would rather not be born&lt;br /&gt;into this world that is full of with prejudice&lt;br /&gt;and discrimination&lt;br /&gt;But do I have the option?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-2112319536669066799?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2112319536669066799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2112319536669066799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2112319536669066799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2112319536669066799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/gp-poem.html' title='GP Poem'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-8900148261526324820</id><published>2008-08-15T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:56:19.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batam OCIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batam OCIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go for OCIP (overseas committee involvement programme) tomorrow. I felt so excited. It is at Batam. Got shopping time summore! Gifts anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna stay happy even if there is two hate factor there. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-8900148261526324820?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/8900148261526324820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=8900148261526324820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/8900148261526324820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/8900148261526324820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/batam-ocip.html' title='Batam OCIP'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-6348042339378443105</id><published>2008-08-14T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:24:17.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Pranks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Japanese Pranks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since, my friend uploaded a lame video on his blog, then I shall follow suit and introduce you this video!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, don't worry, got censored de! XD&lt;br /&gt;Eh, i know the resolution isn't that good, please bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5rzYr8GnE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5rzYr8GnE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uF56D6jg240&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uF56D6jg240&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-6348042339378443105?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6348042339378443105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=6348042339378443105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6348042339378443105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6348042339378443105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/japanese-pranks.html' title='Japanese Pranks'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-6224721902660948564</id><published>2008-08-12T19:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:36:02.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As if getting slapped once isn’t enough, a few more were received. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The week of National Day had passed and now is in the post-National Day week. So much so much had happened from then till now that once again left me feeling emotional. I hate this feeling, I hate being emotional. It is really a disease of mine; maybe sooner or later I will develop some mental problems due to being too emotional, who knows? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All I wanted was to be myself, the nonsensical and random self of me; but with negative situations that surrounds me recently how can I not help to be unhappy and emotional? Putting on a façade is very painful job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe next time I should be more alert and less random. I should watch after what I said. Now, let just by gone be bygones tomorrow I will start afresh as my happy self!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I realized that it is not just I am the one who is hypocrite to people. Everyone does that too. People treat other people differently, it is the way you see that person that decides upon how you going to treat them. Gossips also play apart in these. I think I shan’t talk about this more in the post already. Next time when it comes to my mind again, I shall blog more about this then.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;à&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To those people waiting and wanting so much to see the photo posts, I am really sorry to announce that I will procrastinate it again. The reason? There are still three more presents I haven’t collected. I want to collect them all first, take photos, then I do a present ranking post as suggested by my friend. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-6224721902660948564?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6224721902660948564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=6224721902660948564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6224721902660948564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6224721902660948564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/emo-again.html' title='Emo Again'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2343069129925097635</id><published>2008-08-10T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:23:58.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Late Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 197px; height: 131px;" alt="http://careerbuilder.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/late_to_work.jpg" src="http://careerbuilder.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/late_to_work.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why, I asked myself once again. Why am I always late by one step. Opportunity knocks at my door twice and yet I always opens the door late. Why am I so stupid??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: to my friends who are waiting for my photo posts, I will post them up tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-2343069129925097635?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2343069129925097635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2343069129925097635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2343069129925097635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2343069129925097635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/late.html' title='Late'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-7593318575082753052</id><published>2008-08-08T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:32:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happie Birthday Cyndy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happie Birthday Cyndy NSC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out; width: 116px; height: 140px;" alt="http://frecklescassie.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/b-day-cake.jpg" src="http://frecklescassie.files.wordpress.com/2006/10/b-day-cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Who:&lt;/span&gt; Cyndy, Wen, Leo CS, Rion The IceCleric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Where:&lt;/span&gt; Plaza Sing (initial), The Cathay house (then), AMK hub (final)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is someone's (that I have known since secondary 1) birthday! Maybe can condside my Jie Mei (sisters) also bah? Cause, we like got many things that can talk about and she is also a nice person. Maybe alittle too nice so got easily suan-ed by friends bah. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Money Not Enough 2 today. Well, I felt that The Straits Times rating for this movie is really worth it. It only scores 1.5 stars out of 5 stars. The movie isn't that funny and the story of the movie doesn't revolves around the title of the movie. This time Jack Neo also got act in the movie however, it was rather awkward to see him act once again. The only thing that is nice about the movie is motherly love that is being portrayed in the movie. Towards the ending, it was so touching that my tears flowed like a open hose. Well, I think out of the people who went to celebrate Cyndy's birthday, I am the one who cried the most, it is like so embarrassing. The girls also never cried that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble doesn't come knocking on my door this time but it is me who found trouble. I lied to my mother that I went for project work meeting. Cut the long story short, her trust in me decreased once again. Now, I am left in a dilemma whether to step out of the closet or still hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Cyndy I hope you like the present =]&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, should have taken a picture before I go wrap it. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-7593318575082753052?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7593318575082753052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=7593318575082753052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7593318575082753052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7593318575082753052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/happie-birthday-cyndy.html' title='Happie Birthday Cyndy'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-3696279825741262433</id><published>2008-08-03T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:41:16.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Irony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 147px; height: 107px;" alt="http://www.smhfood.com/Pictures/paper%20wrapped%20chicken.jpg" src="http://www.smhfood.com/Pictures/paper%20wrapped%20chicken.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Something very strange happened on today night..&lt;br /&gt;While I was reading people's blog, I came across this video from my friend's blog &lt;a href="http://thedunggirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;DungGirl&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There is this video about Zi Bao Ji (Paper Wrap Chicken). Felt rather lame when I watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, my mother brought Zi Bao Ji back from some place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoLz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-3696279825741262433?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/3696279825741262433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=3696279825741262433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3696279825741262433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/3696279825741262433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/03/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-6089618528718162989</id><published>2008-08-02T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T16:33:27.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point of No REturn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Point of No REturn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 166px; height: 124px;" alt="http://www.bowmancoaching.co.uk/cross-roads.jpg" src="http://www.bowmancoaching.co.uk/cross-roads.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One wrong step I made when I was young which led me up to this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just like falling off a cliff, you will just keep falling into the never ending void. There's nothing along the way that one could grab onto to stop themselves from falling, even if there is, they won't hang in for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I made a wrong decision when I'm in primary 6, I stepped into a different realm since then. Now, here am I regretting my decision made then. Things that happened in the realm doesn't seems that easy. They don't last. There is always cheating and betraying. Of course, sweetalk also happens in there like it is in the other realm. However, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emotional hurt&lt;/span&gt; that I gotten only some can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there seems to be a return route, however it is the thinking that stops one from returning. For now,  just leave me alone and let me emo again bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:This post is a Jargon, I think most people won't really understand. If you can't understand, then please don't kill your brain cells thinking about it. As this issue is rather sensitive to me, I won't really any how tell people about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s updated some old posts which states "to be updated" already, do check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-6089618528718162989?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6089618528718162989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=6089618528718162989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6089618528718162989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6089618528718162989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/point-of-no-return.html' title='Point of No REturn'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-130915989876347642</id><published>2008-08-01T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:12:45.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoyMilk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stomachache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Never ever drink soy milk no matter how tasty it is unless I had constipation. I'm allergy to soy milk, after drinking surely will incur a serious tummy ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-130915989876347642?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/130915989876347642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=130915989876347642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/130915989876347642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/130915989876347642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/soymilk.html' title='SoyMilk'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-7634964389965163008</id><published>2008-07-31T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:15:27.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ARGHHHHHHH........&lt;br /&gt;Nuuuuuuuuuuuu.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my birthday, so many events lined up for me that got me so exhausted. I hate this however I'm like kind of enjoying this at the same time. I hate it because I don't get my free time to molest my computer anymore. I enjoy it because I am constantly occupied, it is atleast better then rotting at home which will bore me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like so much for project work (PW) to be done, pilot testing, writing up of EoM(Evaluation of Material) and my WR(Written Report). PW is like getting heavier and heavier for our group as we tries our best to go full speed ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Next is the academic subjects. They too seems to be adding more weight to the already heavy JC weight load. Maybe that is just because Mid-Course is coming soon, hence our tutors are trying to rush through the syllabus and bomb us with tests. Next Monday, I will be having three tests all together at one go and one after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arhh..I miss you blogger! There's like so much I want to blog about. I hope I can finish all by this weekend. I got to go already, that is all for now. Studies and PW here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just pray that I don't die after this =P, anyway the hungry ghost festival is coming, if I ever dies, then I shall come back and hunt people!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-7634964389965163008?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7634964389965163008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=7634964389965163008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7634964389965163008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7634964389965163008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/08/tired.html' title='Shag'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-7142347531223435372</id><published>2008-07-24T19:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:00:48.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday In Short!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;My Birthday In Short!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't think many would want to read such long post about what happened on my birthday bah? I had summarized those events that happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Received lots of birthday messages from my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Late for school (Crisis 161)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Classmates sang birthday song during PE when I training for my 2.4km run alone; so pai seh lah, sing so loud also then like everyone having PE looking at me. It's quite a surprise tho. Thanks guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Amanda give me a gift during break time and asked me to open. It's a class gift. Those gifts are cool. Once again thanks people! Next time I'll post some picture of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Kenna caught for long side hair during assembly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Muttons from 98.7FM came to our assembly. Damn funny lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Bio SPA was so sucky. Agarose gel tear and need to remake one then ended up no time to get my results. D=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Went Swensens (idk how 2 spell) with some of my classmates to celebrate with ice-cream after school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Celebrate with my family at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I waited and waited..you told me that you update everyone's blog almost everyday however I wondered if your words are true or not. If you view my blog everyday then today I atleast should get a happy birthday greeting from you, but you didn't. I remembered yours but you had forgotten mine. I wondered will I receive any news from you later?&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/759067490148535865-7142347531223435372?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/7142347531223435372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=7142347531223435372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7142347531223435372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/7142347531223435372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-birthday-in-short.html' title='My Birthday In Short!!'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2336788876159782946</id><published>2008-07-22T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:01:36.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders for Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Aiyah..so late le..my dad want to sleep already&lt;br /&gt;think i shall update my un-updated posts asap &gt;&lt; style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to IceCleric’s Birthday: 02days left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/759067490148535865-2336788876159782946?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2336788876159782946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2336788876159782946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2336788876159782946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2336788876159782946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/wonders-for-tomorrow.html' title='Wonders for Tomorrow'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-6205668179318538940</id><published>2008-07-21T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:56:25.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Swatch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;A Swatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay, I finally got a Swatch watch! It costs about 200bucks. It is the newest collection and it looked sporty tho the packaging is very ugly. Well, who cares about the packaging anyway? It is the product that matters the most right? I loved my watch! I came with a free mouse given by swatch which cost quite alot, I forgotten how much it is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is quite some time already since I last wore a watch again. Hmm..I shan't mention why. I feels quite awkward to wear one now though. I think my new swatch is nice then the one I set my eyes on last time, which cost about 99bucks. Mine is a light weight aluminum watch which is better then the rubber watch. Lucky that  I didn't brought that watch together with someone last time, lucky that the promise to buy the watches together is being cancelled  by that person on the very faithful day of hurt. I can't imagine that if I had gotten that watch, will I get a new Swatch that I love so much now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a ache in my heart&lt;/span&gt; when my mother forked out the money to actually pay for such a expensive watch. The amount is enough to buy a new Ipod nano already. It is even enough to buy most of the things stated on my wish list on the left hand side of my blog. Mother, I promise you that I would take care of this priceless watch that you had brought me. I will love it and will not lost this again! Thank you mother! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s the pictures I will update some other time together with the pictures of my other presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Count down to 24/7 : 03days left!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-6205668179318538940?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6205668179318538940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=6205668179318538940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6205668179318538940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6205668179318538940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/swatch.html' title='A Swatch'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-1011573626462931373</id><published>2008-07-20T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:57:45.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WishList</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;WishList&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As the count down date draws near, I think it is time for me to write down my wishes. Well, I don’t wish big, as long as I get something I’m happy with it. After all it is the thought that counts. I would be glad if that date is remembered. Actually the date isn’t that hard to remember after all, it befalls on 24/7. Hmm…think of McDonald’s delivery or 7-eleven operating hours.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really wonder how many wishes I will get from my friends this year. As time goes by, people around me seem to get busier and busier. Will they ever notice a puny thing like this?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On top of that, PTM would be anytime next week for me. Will my very special day be spoilt just because of that? I pray not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After talking so much crap, I think I should write down my simple wish list for the coming Thursday. (Note: The wishes are not ranked in order of importance or what I wanted most.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0cm; text-align: left;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gain back someone      that we (Pri Sch Clique) had lost after our ‘O’ Levels.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tiramisu or &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Black Forest&lt;/st1:place&gt; flavoured cake XD – I’m tired of the      normal chocolate cake I’ve been eating all these while.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2GB PSP Memory      stick.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Celebration      together with friends. (Pri Sch, Sec Sch and JC)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Birthday card      signed by a lot of my friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A cool/cute mobile      phone strap.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1 day off from      school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Something cute      from Mini Toons.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Someone special.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Something cool      from &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;77&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;.      &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Rain for the whole day on 24/7!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I still can remember of this very special date last year when I’m totally surprised when I went to school. Thanks people of JSS class 4/5 for letting me have a wonderful and sort of memorable celebration. Haha…I think I those memory are stored in the my archives of this blog, since I’ve started it when I get to know DG who inspired me to create my very own blog. When was that? I also can’t remember already, I guess it is around end of Secondary 3 or start of Secondary 4 years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Counting down to IceCleric’s Birthday: 04days left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-1011573626462931373?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1011573626462931373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=1011573626462931373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1011573626462931373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1011573626462931373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/wishlist-as-count-down-date-draws-near.html' title='WishList'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-473983923573617777</id><published>2008-07-18T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T16:27:50.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another "Outing"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eh, I forgotten what I want to write about for this post already. Maybe I left it here for too long before I come back to update again, that is why I forget bah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know how to describe this feeling. Maybe call it a puppy love? It's been long since I got this feeling again. The feeling isn't strong though. Let time show the truth. Maybe I should ask her nah, I don't feel like ending up like Rohan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Count down to 24/7 : 08days left!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-473983923573617777?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/473983923573617777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=473983923573617777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/473983923573617777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/473983923573617777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/yet-another-outing.html' title='Yet Another &quot;Outing&quot;'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-1912663853942411905</id><published>2008-07-16T18:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:43:14.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Regretted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 174px; height: 174px;" alt="http://thiswoman.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/regret.jpg" src="http://thiswoman.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/regret.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pastor Sy once said that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Once you said it, you may not have the chance of taking it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is telling me that think before we speak as whatever we speak, its out already and we cannot take our words back. Once you hurt people, the hurt is done and you cannot undo the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me that I regret writing the previous posts, my answer will be a NO. After I write out my feelings, I felt alot better. As in it's something that has always wanted to get out of me since March 11. I have been thinking and thinking. The more I think, the more I feel that I shouldn't forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, since it's over (I blogged out whatever I was holding back for long), I don't wish to talk about it anymore. All I hope is that you will realize and do some self-reflection. I know I sounded rude and I'm in no position to talk to you this way, but I just hope to see a change in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Count down to 24/7 : 08days left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-1912663853942411905?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/1912663853942411905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=1912663853942411905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1912663853942411905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/1912663853942411905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/regrets.html' title='Regrets?'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-4723295669410059599</id><published>2008-07-15T19:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:28:04.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I Had Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To who it may concerns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough of this suffering already. I hate you interrupting my mind as and when you like. For months, you still hunts me. I don't know why, but you always seems to get into my way somehow somewhat. Would you please please let go of me. I tired my best to dump you aside but yet you always come back to me. Are you a leech or some blood sucker mosquito? You are literally draining the life out of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Stop being hypocritical with me already. I'm tired of doing the same to you. Have you realize after that incident I rarely go and confide in you already? Have you ever think of the consequences before doing? What am I of to you, a toy or a subsititute of lower rank? I just think that you are parctically using me and cheating me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Stop acting as if you are sick, a professional or a know all. Stop generalisating things. I know you are pitiful, but please don't go around telling everybody that as if everyone will give in to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Swaring is always alot of slimplier then doing it. Why do I blog out my feelings? Cause I don't think you even care, keep saying that I'm hiding secrets from you. When I told you something, you just shug it off and don't give it a dam, in then long run, do you think that I will tell you everything? Stop swaring things that will never come ture. I just find that you are not professional at all, you are still childish. Why would you not even learn from your previous setbacks? It's not the other party that has gone wrong but have you ever thought that it might be you yourself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm so tired of this, you just can't even let me go. Stop being "nice" to be. You are the one who hides things from me. I run of words to describe you already. I just hope you can be more truthful to me next time and not hide things from me. The more you hides, the more my hate for you grews. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To My Other Friends : If you feel offended by this post I'm terribly sorry about it, apologies in advance. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Count down to IceCleric's Birthday : 09days left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-4723295669410059599?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4723295669410059599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=4723295669410059599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4723295669410059599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4723295669410059599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-had-enough.html' title='I Had Enough'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-4356027019391536732</id><published>2008-07-14T19:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:41:39.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gossip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 238px; height: 165px;" alt="http://libizblog.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/gossip-3.jpg" src="http://libizblog.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/gossip-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gossips, it paints a negative/positive picture of that person being gossiped about. It also changes ones perception of that person. I learnt a lot of things when I get into my JC class. It's typically a gossiping class. Information or should I rather say gossips spreads like wildfire in my class. Well, sometimes I hate my class, sometimes I don't. Hmm..I don't think I can blog much today, mother nagging me already. Shall blog more about this when I'm free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Count down to 24/7 : 10days left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-4356027019391536732?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4356027019391536732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=4356027019391536732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4356027019391536732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4356027019391536732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/gossip.html' title='Gossip'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-811716248395482165</id><published>2008-07-13T20:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:05:58.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Secret Revealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 182px; height: 117px;" alt="http://www.getaseconddate.com/Images/secret.jpg" src="http://www.getaseconddate.com/Images/secret.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After viewing the tag, I think it is time for me to reveal something that people didn't know. Do I seem to be as faithful as I'm last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Back Slided from church le! Well, its a long story, I think I should make it short bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can't feel the atmosphere of God already when we moved to Singpost Centre. Maybe there still is a little at times, however it isn't as strong as that when we are in FTMS house at Dhoby Ghaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate the stress that I experienced on both sides. One is where my mother forbid me to go and got curfew to be home before 7 if not she will call me. The other is my CGL who keep asking me to stand up and "fight" and come church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Next is the relationship with the person who once brought me to church had been strained. I'm only close to him in church hence after the incident, I seems to be very emotional everytime when I go there. Plus my CG mates talks about other things that I don't know about, I felt very left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The church is expanding so fast that there are alot of people that I didn't see before crowd the place. As it expands, it loses its vales we held on to last time. Like jumping during praises, responding the yes during sermon, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The songs and sermon are still the same but other things that happened made me set my mind on leaving. I felt a little of freedom since I left, as in I don't really felt tied down. May when my A's are over, I will go back bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Count down to 24/7 : 11days left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-811716248395482165?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/811716248395482165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=811716248395482165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/811716248395482165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/811716248395482165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/secret-revealed.html' title='Secret Revealed'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-6468191569288597789</id><published>2008-07-12T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:24:03.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Starbucks Experiment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 129px; height: 129px;" alt="http://www.eng.buffalo.edu/~shpeub/starbucks.bmp" src="http://www.eng.buffalo.edu/%7Eshpeub/starbucks.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am informed about our project work meeting date is on Friday, I sulked. Friday is a very short day this week as we can leave at 12.40; our Chinese lessons got cancelled, our teacher is out invigilating.  However, the meeting later turned out to be lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a swollen gum that day when I woke up in the morning. It is so painful that I can't really pounce my words nor eat (chew) properly. The pain got worst after our project work meeting that it (pain)  extends to the whole of my left face. Feeling like my face is swollen instead of my gum. When I close my jaw, the pain is even worst, so the whole day my mouth was agape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's meeting's agenda is making some sample of our card game and testing out on ourselves, to check if there's any anomalous. (suggested by Mdm Wong.) Hence, everyone was to come out with our own Scenario and Customer cards. We then went to Beatrice's house to compile the results and print out to play. At first we are all laughing, cause it felt so awkward and our laughter is horrendous! I hope Beatrice's mother don't mind =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinthu's acting was like so excellent, seeing her act makes us burst into tears of laughter. I never laughed so hard that my tears actually come out. Beatrice's acting was also not that bad. Kay Shim's acting was like totally off, she like so blur. Anyway the game is really enjoyable! When we just started the game our group created, we laugh like mad, however as time goes by we like get used to it and the game runs kinda smoothly. Due to the limited cards we made, the we somehow can predict what card is the "Customer" acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Beatrice's house is very big and nice. Her room is littered with stuffed toys. That's the first time I went into a girl's room, with the exception of my sisters. Her mother is also very nice person (treated us some dinner) and she's young and pretty too. That's why she have a pretty daughter bah? Genetics!?&lt;br /&gt;LoLz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our project ended at around 8plus. When I went home, I just directly sleep already. I can't tolerate the pain of my swollen gum, hence the blog post is posted today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Count down to 24/7 : 12days left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-6468191569288597789?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/6468191569288597789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=6468191569288597789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6468191569288597789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/6468191569288597789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/experiment.html' title='Experiment'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-8998269032080591516</id><published>2008-07-10T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:27:24.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seneitive Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;A Sensitive Issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 186px; height: 132px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vQV65tghS7s/R2NjQju-X7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/NzsX1vRPCws/s1600/hot%2Bgirls%2Bkissing.jpg" alt="[hot+girls+kissing.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Caution: This post is gonna talk about something that is sensitive, its about section 377A (or 337A, I forgot) of the law. If you can't bear to continue reading then do navigate away from this page of skip this post. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a day back, the usual gossip gang in my class started gossiping about some lesbian topic. To protect the identity of the person they gossiped about, I shan't disclose any other information here. After listening to the gossip, I have a sudden urge to blog about this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People hide their sexuality for reasons. The most common reason is that they don't want their friends to know about it and despise them. They don't want to be looked down by people saying "eee..you are a gay/lesbian!". Neither do they want to lose their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The society is that, normal citizens dislikes these kinda people. This in turns forced them to stay quiet. They want to be seen as "normal" people and be treated like one too. Hence, they sometimes do lie about their sexuality. Nobody wishes to be an outcast. We can't blame them too for keeping it a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do felt for these kinda of people. Sometimes it is not their choice to be like that. Studies have shown that their sexuality may be due to the gene, pointing that they may be born this way. Sometimes, other events happened which might have changed their mindset. Take for instance, this guy when young was raped by a gang of older boys in school. He was so scared that he kept this (gangbang incident) a secret. Slowly, this thinking may change and he is now a gay. The middle process I'm not too sure. There are many other reasons behind this sexuality issue. Another quick example is that this girl from young has no mother, or hates guys due to his father, she may grow up becoming a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that sometimes they are a little over, but do remember that they are human like us too. They deserves a right like us do. Why do despise them? Most of the HIV cases came from the heterosexual and not the homosexual people. I do believe that it is our mindset that think that those people are disgusting for what they do; and naturally we attach a stigma on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after siding them so much, I do need to swing to the opposite. Just think of this, a best friend of yours that you have known for years tells you his/her sexuality, what will then be your response? In the worst case scenario, if he/she tells you that he/she likes you, will you freak out? Will you serve all ties with that best friend of yours? I do rather find it disturbing. Frankly speaking, I'm alright with homosexuals, however not with extreme sissy and transsexuals. One thing before I conclude today's topic, homosexuals appears normal to other people. They don't have a sign sticked on their forehead, saying I'm a GAY/LESBIAN! Hence, sometimes one must also be wary of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really painful when someone or some people went to dig out these untold truth. People hide it for a reason, so please respect them and stop digging or guessing. If they want to let you know, they would do it, if not just leave it as it is bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This topic only talks about discreet homosexuals, however those open homosexuals are of different case. Maybe I will talk about it so other time when I come across this kinda things bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Count down to 24/7 : 14days left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/759067490148535865-8998269032080591516?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/8998269032080591516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=8998269032080591516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/8998269032080591516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/8998269032080591516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/seneitive-issue.html' title='Seneitive Issue'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vQV65tghS7s/R2NjQju-X7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/NzsX1vRPCws/s72-c/hot%2Bgirls%2Bkissing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-4367404754649367138</id><published>2008-07-09T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:46:57.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The PTM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;eacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;eet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When Mdm Wong flashed the announcement during Civics Lesson, my heart almost skipped a beat. She proclaimed that those people who scored 6points and below are the compulsory case that their parents will be called down to the PTM. The PTM consent form is sent to us via snail mail and heng ar! I was always the one who opens the letter box; hence they are not informed about the PTM yet; just yet… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wondered that how am I going to break the news to my mother. As expected, I am in the compulsory range; for the past few years I’ve always been in that range. I really wondered what will Mdm Wong going to tell my mother about… I hope it isn’t something bad, as she is already upset with me already, it will only worsen the situation. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The worst thing ever is that the PTM is actually on 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July, one day after my birthday. However, Mdm Wong is on course on that day, hence she had shifted the timing to Monday, Tuesday and Thursday on the same week. Think of which, 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; is on the Friday, my birthday lies on the 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; which is one of the alternative date that she had suggested. Wow, how am I going to have a peaceful birthday this year? I surely can’t set my mind to rest with this matter. I don’t wish to see the disappointed face of my mother on that day too. What am I going to do?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Should I go for the alternative that Mdm Wong suggested; which is to give the contact of your parent - where your parent cannot make it in the suggested days and the timing? This seems to be a better way out for me. The percentage chance of Mdm Wong not calling is quite high – I bet she doesn’t have enough time to do all these calling. However, if she did call, I’m at risk to come home seeing the black face of my mother. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What should I do? I need to hand in the reply slip by this Friday, which is approaching very soon. What should I do?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Count down: 15days left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-4367404754649367138?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/4367404754649367138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=4367404754649367138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4367404754649367138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/4367404754649367138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/ptm.html' title='The PTM'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2045103544650433371</id><published>2008-07-07T14:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:12:48.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Tan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actually A Sun Tan Outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 157px; height: 192px;" alt="http://www.canfordsports.ca/images/040630-beach_volleyball-2-ma.jpg" src="http://www.canfordsports.ca/images/040630-beach_volleyball-2-ma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went on a sun tanning outing with my primary school clique yesterday to Sentosa. Well, all I have to say is that the weather don't favour us yesterday as it is super cloudy and windy, the sense of threatening to rain. What for sun tan? Cloud tan better bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up playing some games at the beach like frisbee and volleyball. CS actually brought a frisbee at $7! Wow, so expensive man! We played frisbee till super sianz already then went to join a couple to play volleyball. Who knows, later summore people came in and join us and we formed team playing against each other. The volleyball game was fun, until some other people came and interrupt us saying that they want the court. As we are very lousy, we had no choice but to give way to them. I was a fun game tho. Me and CS is like very gay lah, keep laughing laughing. Actually the guy we met is like very good, cause he is like very patient with us-we don't know how to play mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drizzle finally desended at around 7pm when we are playing basketball with some China people. We had no choice but to leave Sentosa and eat at the hawker center beside harbor front centre bus interchange. To our horror after some long walking, the place is closed for scheduled cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up eating Carls Jr and went shopping after that at Vivo City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 362px; height: 270px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kaVWSua446k/SHGTUKwKj8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/zHbTpSxYIBo/s1600/DSC00475.JPG" alt="[DSC00475.JPG]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;Count down: 17 days left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/759067490148535865-2045103544650433371?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2045103544650433371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2045103544650433371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2045103544650433371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2045103544650433371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/sun-tan.html' title='Sun Tan?'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kaVWSua446k/SHGTUKwKj8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/zHbTpSxYIBo/s72-c/DSC00475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2169456182937774394</id><published>2008-07-05T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:15:55.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!Get Smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img style="width: 167px; height: 248px;" alt="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/863/863397/get-smart-20080331015443498_640w.jpg" src="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/863/863397/get-smart-20080331015443498_640w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went on another movie outing with the ever LAME Lyon Loo to Shaw house at Orchard. I don't know why I can't ever win him in a cold lame suaning war. Anyway, the movie is super funny! It's in really a laughing show from the start of the show to the end! I almost fell of the comfy chair laughing. Well, the overall plot wasn't that bad. If I were to rate the show, I'd give it a 4.5 stars out of 5 stars! ?It's worth the watch! Got like two gay seen sommore XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;Count down: 19 days left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-2169456182937774394?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2169456182937774394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2169456182937774394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2169456182937774394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2169456182937774394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/count-down-19-days-left.html' title='Get Smart'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-759067490148535865.post-2476041837303266229</id><published>2008-07-04T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T19:15:37.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Light Bulb Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The Light Bulb Joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Special thanks to this website: http://www.damnhappening.com/forums/viewtopic.php?f=35&amp;amp;p=5490&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my office was talking abt changing lightbulbs. talk so long yet no solution or definitive action plan. and i suddenly thought of it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many RJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: 4 whole faculties. One to design the new bulb, one to&lt;br /&gt;manufacture and test it out, one to write a proposal on it and one to market it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many HCJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: The whole school. To compete with RJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many VJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: The whole school. One student to screw it in and the rest to cheer and wave flags and banners to give him/her support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many NJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They can study without light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many AJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: They're too busy trying to be one of the top 5 JCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many ACJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They'll rather use all their money to employ YJC to do it for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many YJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. Only one teacher to tell them what a light bulb is in the first place and to demonstrate how to change the light bulb. (So how do you think they're able to change it for ACJC?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many CJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: They'll prefer it to be darker. (Hmmmm?*raises eye-brows* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many JJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. Their physics is so bad that they made their macho male physics teacher cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many TPJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. Would they even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many SAJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They believe in praying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many NYJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They are still using oil lamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many SRJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: Huh, what litebarb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many PJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: Heck the light bulb lah, the principal would do something about the rightbarbs. Let's do 300 jumping jacks for not wearing the proper school attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many MJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They are too busy trying to get promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many IJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They are Innovians. They'll find ways out of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who wrote all this?&lt;br /&gt;A: A TJCian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many TJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They think they are already very bright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/759067490148535865-2476041837303266229?l=diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/feeds/2476041837303266229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=759067490148535865&amp;postID=2476041837303266229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2476041837303266229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/759067490148535865/posts/default/2476041837303266229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryoftheicecleric.blogspot.com/2008/07/light-bulb-joke.html' title='The Light Bulb Joke'/><author><name>IceCleric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03444642768722839558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GEUoNfaFiqc/R4CGvICcxcI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmHF0Ca0yAE/S220/Rion_act_cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
