<?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-35782247</id><updated>2011-08-16T09:51:35.171+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='BB'/><category term='Song Lyrics'/><category term='children'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='Farewell'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Fly'/><category term='I have no idea what to put as label for this'/><category term='Future'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Poly Life'/><title type='text'>Serenity</title><subtitle type='html'>My little quiet world with my quiet thoughts... Shhhhhh~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-3473856592793717105</id><published>2007-10-27T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:09:31.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>Likes I said... I will move to wordpress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't too much trouble, please update your bookmarks and your links.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lijiatimes.wordpress.com/" target="New"&gt;http://lijiatimes.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting for you there! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-3473856592793717105?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/3473856592793717105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=3473856592793717105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3473856592793717105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3473856592793717105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/10/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-5020988387517697118</id><published>2007-10-24T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:52:06.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another... Tekong bound..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, Jeremy's going to Tekong on Friday. So, if you are reading this, all the best for your stay in Tekong. Seriously, just go in and enjoy, it is probably the most fun period for the whole of the NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite amazing so much has passed us by. I remembered during sec 1 and 2, Jeremy and I will always go down to Clementi for our weekly Coffee Bean dose and than later, when the craze came along, bubble tea. Now the Coffee Bean has become KFC and the bubble tea stall is a donut stall. We are in a bigger stage in life. Army. Wow... kind of nostalgic. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is an eventful one. Did my very first guard duty last night. There's nothing much to take away, just learned how to stand and walk around a small confined area for like 2hours. Amazing right? right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going to donate blood in camp. Hopefully, I can donate. They said that the injections taken in Tekong might make me ineligible. Well, hopefully nothing goes wrong there. And after that, I'm going to go home, bump around and afterwards, head to NP to 'catch' a good old friend! There's lots of updating to do! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during the Sunday that has just passed, I've handed in my baptism application form. All fully filled with a passport picture of me and my bald head!! (Taken when I was making my new passport).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YES, LIJIA's GETTING BAPTISED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the coming month, there's also lots to look forward to. Baptism class weekend and maybe, baptism itself. I'm not sure of the exact date; not even sure if it's in November or December but very very excited and looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I will not forget, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE RETURN OF SARAHTANENPING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-5020988387517697118?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/5020988387517697118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=5020988387517697118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5020988387517697118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5020988387517697118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-tekong-bound.html' title='Another... Tekong bound..'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-3404406144626347787</id><published>2007-10-22T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:42:05.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I just remembered Bukoh Mary said something about process of experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sometimes, we fail to realise that the process is more important than the end result. Like the reporter, in ignorance, he didn't think that brewing will be a tough job to do and only cared that he had something to eat/drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Whether or not we fail or succeed in a task, the process of doing it is the most important, because we are learning.  What happens after that is just a consolation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUARD DUTY TOMORROW... SUCKS!!&lt;br /&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/35782247-3404406144626347787?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/3404406144626347787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=3404406144626347787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3404406144626347787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3404406144626347787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/10/story_22.html' title='a story'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-584981940129438098</id><published>2007-10-21T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:51:46.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm still awake at 10:24pm because I want to stay up to watch the Brazilian Grand Prix. But I think guilt of knowing I have to wake up early for work will overcome me and I will sneak into bed. As for now, just want to share something I heard on the radio a few days back. Bukoh Mary told this story about a reporter and a hawker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reporter was almost late in reporting to a scene, so he had to do everything in a rush. He didn't have time to take his lunch so what he did was order a bowl of soup from this old hawker. But when the Hawker saw the reporter and recognised that he was in a hurry, the hawker refused to sell him the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bit of anger, the reporter reminded him that he was a customer and asked why on earth does the hawker not want to do business with him. The hawker said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down young man. I saw that you were in a hurry, so I refused to sell you my soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This soup took a few hours of my time to prepare the ingredients and brew it. It's not as easy as it seems to brew this soup and my only wish is for people to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to sell you a bowl of my soup, I would be putting my hard work to waste. Because you were in a hurry and not taking the time out to enjoy this delicacy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bukoh Mary concluded saying this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans are so busy in our daily lives, whether is it for work or for school. We fail to slow down and enjoy the wonders of life. What's the point if we slogged daily and don't sit down, relax and enjoy the fruits of our own labour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe life wouldn't seem so bad if we take time out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of moving to wordpress.. or something more organised.. hmmm.. will see how la!&lt;br /&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/35782247-584981940129438098?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/584981940129438098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=584981940129438098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/584981940129438098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/584981940129438098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/10/story_21.html' title='a story'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-3615186803565252970</id><published>2007-10-16T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:47:52.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday plans next year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There's this song that's stuck to my head since worship on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Philips, Craig &amp;amp; Dean - Let the Worshippers Arise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="arial14"  &gt;Father I see that you are drawing a line in the sand&lt;br /&gt;And I want to be standing on your side, holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;So let your kingdom come, let it live in me&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer, this is my plea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I see that you are drawing a line in the sand&lt;br /&gt;And I want to be standing on your side, holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;So let your kingdom come, let it live in me&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer, this is my plea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Let the worshippers arise&lt;br /&gt;Let the sons and the daughters sing&lt;br /&gt;I surrender in my all&lt;br /&gt;I surrender to the King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the worshippers arise&lt;br /&gt;Let the sons and the daughters sing&lt;br /&gt;I surrender in my all&lt;br /&gt;I surrender to the King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I hear it growing louder&lt;br /&gt;The song of your redeemed&lt;br /&gt;As the saints of every nation&lt;br /&gt;Are awakening to sing&lt;br /&gt;From our hearts there comes an anthem&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hear the heavens ring&lt;br /&gt;This is our song, a song to our King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 3x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised something last night. I tend to walk and move faster than the others. I couldn't like stay behind or stick with the group, I will kind of walk ahead first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last night when we were leaving the gelato place, I was like way in front. And as I walk, I suddenly realised that everyone else is nowhere to be found and than I turned back and find them taking pictures just outside the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE LAH! No wonder no girl likes me la! LOL ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better change that habit. wahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another day of work. And while we were in the computer lab, trying to keep ourselves awake, Camillus, Alvin and I decided to talk about a lot of personal stuffs, stuffs that made us laugh like mad but stuffs too personal to share here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's nice to have a small clique like this (plus Calvin) in the army, and we talk about topics you don't usually talk about with the other groups, so it's pretty cool. And, well, they are not christians but it's good to be accounted for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we have plans to go Japan next year. But I've got this sudden urge to go Manchester. And this is just because, I WANT TO VISIT MANCHESTER UNITED'S STADIUM, OLD TRAFFORD... THE THEATRE OF DREAMS.. TO WATCH A MATCH! It will probably be a dream come true. I would really love to go to that place, the world rate it as the most magical stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's another stadium I would love to go as well, Anfield. No matter that Liverpool is Man Utd's biggest rival, I just want to go their stadium to watch a match live. I've heard so much about the Liverpool fans in the stadium and I think it will be a great sporting atmosphere. Maybe, I can do both! First go to Manchester and than I go to Merseyside, Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Japan itself is making me real excited! haha! Well, we will see next year. Hopefully, I will get some leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-3615186803565252970?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/3615186803565252970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=3615186803565252970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3615186803565252970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3615186803565252970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/10/holiday-plans-next-year.html' title='Holiday plans next year'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-6547495461555286629</id><published>2007-10-14T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:26:18.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just remembered something I thought I should blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this time when we were sitting around the tank waiting for our turn to do our hands-on. Camillus suddenly asked this question, "What do you really want to do when you leave the SAF?", Calvin's reply totally shocked me. He said he wanted to be a hippie. I thought he was joking until I started laughing a bit and he went like "No really... like living there on the beach, smoking weed and living that carefree life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went totally speechless. Calvin was an arts student at Laselle before enlisting. He was telling me how his lecturers eat bread every meal for art, because art isn't exactly a profitable business if you aren't famous. He told me, he's going to do just that and maybe 'die' for art. Wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this guy, I overheard him having this conversation with another person. The guy's name is Salvin, I think he has a Eurasian dad or something, because his full name is pretty cool. Anyway, the person he was with asked him if he heard of this powerful gang in Singapore. And he said "yea", I kind of jokingly asked Salvin "Wow, how you know this stuff? Were you from that gang?" (I didn't think he had a gangster background, but jokingly asked him because he has like tattoos at different parts of his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvin: Yea.....&lt;br /&gt;Lijia: *Stunned*&lt;br /&gt;3rd Party: I know of some friends that used to join gangs but now they are more mature and think they were stupid then.&lt;br /&gt;Lijia: So, Salvin... Do you regret joining that gang? (I was like giving this tone that I use for sharing, subconsciously)&lt;br /&gt;Salvin: Yar, it was !#$@&amp;amp;#! childish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess army's ain't that bad .... sometimes.... At least I get to meet people from different walks of life or are heading into different directions than I am... Some directions that are pretty unique and when I hear their experiences and aspirations.... there's nothing but "WOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling really bored just now, so I've decided to read all my friendster Comments/Testimonial from the very beginning. Conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has gone a long way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty nostalgic to read some posts&lt;br /&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/35782247-6547495461555286629?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/6547495461555286629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=6547495461555286629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6547495461555286629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6547495461555286629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/10/phuture.html' title='Phuture'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-7869850242212528845</id><published>2007-10-13T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T03:25:54.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jeremy, the owl that sleeps only in the day, asked me on msn.... "Why are you still awake??"&lt;br /&gt;That's after we had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supper&lt;/span&gt; with Daniel, Samuel and Mei Gee.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3am&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, at this time, I will be asleep and hoping to have the best dream of all (army makes one sleep real early). Now, I'm feeling a lot of a random heartache. Thinking about something I don't wish to think about.... I can't believe I'm still hurting over it, even though it was a year+++ ago.... I thought I've gotten over it.... Maybe life, wasn't the same after, maybe I just want to reminisce my past self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching a drama just now and this quote just came up on the subtitles, "Why do humans repay sincerity with evil? and Why are humans such terrifying creatures?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will never know....&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a friend, it's been a while since I've seen you online nor hear from you through sms. I hope everything is alright on your side. Although, I'm not sure what is going (we said we need to meet up and you will share about it with me), but I hope this warfare of yours is subsiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, hang in there and trust in the Lord. I can't give you any better advice than this, firstly, because I don't really know what's affecting you and secondly, what other advice is better than this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to hear from you soon... Till then, God Bless!&lt;br /&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/35782247-7869850242212528845?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/7869850242212528845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=7869850242212528845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/7869850242212528845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/7869850242212528845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/10/heartbreaking.html' title='heartbreaking'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-8282628558341150085</id><published>2007-10-11T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:11:06.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had a dream about a Fairfield event that has never happen before. But I guess that's not really the point. I believe I miss the good old days when I was still a Fairfield student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe a lot of people will miss their secondary school student days a lot, and I believe extremely so for Fairsians. And although, I couldn't decide between during the days when we were still in the old Fairfield at Dover and the days at the holding school, which was more enjoyable, both stages were fun-filled years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of my friends have yet to step into the school building after the move back to Dover, given the security measures schools have nowadays, I don't think they will have much of a chance to do so. But if any of you do have the chance, you will feel the differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chia has been posting old photos he had of the old school and events at the old school (before renovation works). I can't help but think, "Hey, I almost couldn't remember that happened", and the events just flow through my mind. Those photos are giving me the nostalgic feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if any of you have heard the phrase for the Saints of SAJC. Always remember this, the originators were Fairsians of Fairfield:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Once a Fairsian, always a Fairsian."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-8282628558341150085?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/8282628558341150085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=8282628558341150085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8282628558341150085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8282628558341150085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/10/fairfield.html' title='Fairfield'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2683321738796537798</id><published>2007-10-08T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:15:23.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny question replied with a funny answer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yesterday, I asked Mr. Vincent Chia a question on Facebook. And here's a reply I've gotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q - Which did you enjoy more, teaching or counselling??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;A -&lt;br /&gt;..actually, i prefer disciplining more..then counselling, then teaching..discipline is more clear cut, black is black, white is white, able to see beginning and end of a case..for counselling not so, many a times the issues are not so defined, case might drag on and on without an ending in sight..teaching is just slogging and slogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;My jaws just dropped after reading it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-2683321738796537798?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2683321738796537798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2683321738796537798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2683321738796537798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2683321738796537798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/10/funny-question-replied-with-funny.html' title='A funny question replied with a funny answer.'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2201891561480161630</id><published>2007-10-06T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:22:54.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed up day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I thought I had a fairly average but boring day. Spend some time reading my technicians' theory notes, watch a bit of dramas and stay home doing nothing. Most people are having exams, one's in camp doing guard duty, one's too busy with the girlfriend and one is on a trip to figuring out the phenomenon of  the rising sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually expected and planned today. So at 5pm, as planned, I drove down to Bukit Gombak stadium for my planned jog. After which, I drove to Westmall for my planned dinner, alone. And drive back home with my supermarket shoppings for my family, every item, planned to buy. But lots of things were not anticipated and therefore, not planned. And all of them happened to be ROAD HAZARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving out of the Bukit Gombak stadium, there were two cars coming from the oncoming direction, one turned in and one van from Singpost had the hazard lights on. So I thought, it would be safe to drive out. But when I was just about to drive out, the van drove so fast forward and horned at me. And than like all drivers do, the driver glared at me. I was pretty pissed and gave him a really calmed look and than I signal with my fingers as such. *Right index and the middle fingers pointing to my eyes*, *Right index finger pointing to his hazard lights* Indicating I was watching his hazard lights. I think he was embarrassed (Because he quickly looked away) and drove forward, stopped at the front and continued with his letters collection from the post box (With his head hanged low, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next incident. Usually very little people actually parks at the underground car park of Westmall if they are just going to be there for a while, so like always, I parked at the opposite HDB flats' multi-storey car park (the area where Medeline lives) This multi-storey cark park have this spiral roadway up instead of the usual slopes (think carparks of Takashimaya, The Central or Plaza Singapura). And spiral elevation has a big flaw, the object at blind spots cannot be spotted or checked unless you are very close to the object itself and it's even worse if the object is coming from the opposite direction. So while driving up to the 2nd level, this bunch of malays walked down the spiral elevation, which by the way, is prohibited to do so, and they weren't even keeping to the sides. They walked down as if their grandfathers really own the road. I almost knocked one of them down (since he was ahead of the others), he was fortunate that I was alert enough after a tiring 2.4km run to do an emergency break. And all the bunch of idiots could do was to show me their palms as if to say 'sorry' (like you see them really often on roads if one driver wants to say 'thank you' to another.) If there wasn't a car behind, I would get out of the car and give them a piece of my mind. I think the driver behind was pretty pissed as well, as soon as I continued driving up, I heard a horn from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that I happen to knock one of them down, I could not be faulted by the law because, firstly, I wasn't driving recklessly, speeding or doing anything illegal. There's no negligence on my part as well, since the BLIND SPOT cannot be easily uncovered. And secondly, I think there's this rule, that says, IT WILL BE THE VICTIM'S OWN FAULT. The only problem I will face is just mentally, maybe guilt. So please, readers of this space, don't be an idiot like them, do not try that in multi-storey car parks; take the stairs instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last incident. After I've done what I needed to do at Westmall, I drove out, of course. And at this road junction, some guy bashed the red light. And how that almost killed me? Well, you know the green arrow light? When it appears, this means the opposite direction road will have a red light alert.(Yar, I'm sure you peeps know of that arrow.) So just as I was turning halfway, this van came from like probably 10m away, bashed the red light and ALMOST collided to the side of my car. THANK GOD HE SLOWED DOWN AT THE TRAFFIC LIGHT, which allowed him to STOP, JUST IN TIME. If he didn't slow down, I think NUH will be the place where I will be lying now, not sitting at home typing this out. I got stunned for awhile but sped off anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, complained to my father and sat down to watch a good match of soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just really glad to be alive now...&lt;br /&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/35782247-2201891561480161630?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2201891561480161630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2201891561480161630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2201891561480161630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2201891561480161630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/10/screwed-up-day.html' title='screwed up day..'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-4128474740967101148</id><published>2007-10-05T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T22:33:57.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Johnny out of nowhere said a game's name... which reminded me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;CHIA YENPING!! WHERE'S MY SIMS2 ?!?!?&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/35782247-4128474740967101148?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/4128474740967101148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=4128474740967101148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4128474740967101148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4128474740967101148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/10/games.html' title='Games...'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-5662779559664752845</id><published>2007-10-04T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:06:17.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans for these SAF life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I remembered saying I will take a part-time degree at SIM and the plans that follow. Time to add on to that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I seriously praying about getting baptised, it's something I wanted to do, but didn't feel ready to. Some contradictions eh? haha. But yea... But I guess praying about it will help me to decide since the next registration date is coming real soon... I think. [Derrick, Alvin or Joyce: Is it nearer to Christmas? Or do I have to wait till Easter?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was just thinking about taking a bike license, but I'm going to scrape the idea, because it will take me forever to convince my parents. I think I will do my best and get a TANK license, that will sound more zai right?? TANK LICENSE LEH... How many people in Singapore can say they have a tank license!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm also thinking about taking BB's Advance Officer Training Course (AOTC) at the end of next year. But I realised I'm not committed to BB for a long term, yet. I heard so much about AOTC and I believe this is a good exposure for me since I will be working with other officers' in other BB companies. However, it will be so controversial to take it next year la! But what can I do? I've always wanted to go for the course but I'm only turning 21 (the minimum age requirement) next year!&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/35782247-5662779559664752845?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/5662779559664752845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=5662779559664752845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5662779559664752845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5662779559664752845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/10/plans-for-these-saf-life.html' title='Plans for these SAF life.'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-4769164058190838638</id><published>2007-10-03T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:36:27.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd do anything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was just sharing with the BS group just now, on how tiring army is and will be to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And to many of you out there... who are taking your exams really soon, ALL THE BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At the same time, please appreciate that you have the chance to take academic exams (and a group of you, having the chance to work), I'd really do almost anything to go back to study or start working.. really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling really stupid things to my buddies in unit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st) My buddies saw The New Paper's New Face contest and noticed that one of the contestants has the name Kwan Li Jia. And The New Paper has this contest for the readers "Win a date with the New Face's contestants"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was telling them today, if I write in to enter the contest, confirm will win the date one. They confirm will love this story, "When Liu Lijia meets Kwan Li Jia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next?? My buddies couldn't stop laughing for the whole of the tea break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, hello, 20years of my life.... with that name, what can I do??? .. But I love that name!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd) When we were waiting for out turn to practise how to operate a tank, I was telling them, the next time, we should modify the tanks. And I came up with ideas like, have spoiler... put stickers ... like MUGEN!! Put the Initial D's sticker there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them lots of stupid ways to modify the tank... after that I told them, like that we confirm win a war one... the enemies confirm will be too busy laughing which gives us the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hur hur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-4769164058190838638?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/4769164058190838638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=4769164058190838638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4769164058190838638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4769164058190838638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/10/id-do-anything.html' title='I&apos;d do anything...'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-133392592965861867</id><published>2007-10-01T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:13:48.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer request</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everytime you think of army guys or army life, pray for Samuel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Apparently, life in SISPEC is pretty tough for him, especially since he is in a super tough company. He's been calling back to his family keeping them updated and the family has been sending him encouraging smses... If you've seen him recently, like Jeremy, Charlene and I did, your heart will really go out to him. He looked extremely exhausted and has this really down-cast face knowing that he has to book in on Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What makes it worse is that this week, he's on guard duty on Saturday, which means he can't book out until Sunday morning, have a few hours of freedom and back to camp on Sunday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And if you think OCS is much worse than SISPEC, think again.... At least, it's not during the confinement period of OCS and it's also depending on which company the person is in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; That after saying Samuel's in one of the toughest company in SISPEC.&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/35782247-133392592965861867?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/133392592965861867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=133392592965861867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/133392592965861867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/133392592965861867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/10/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer request'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-1391015374784228688</id><published>2007-09-30T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:22:38.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was just thinking about what Calvin (My current buddy and also my section mate in BMT) and Camillus (My current unit and also another of my section mate in BMT) commented a few days back. I was telling them about my sleeping irregularities, and they said I was feeling stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I was just thinking about my performance, both in BMT and in my new unit, OETI, I believe I do get really stress whenever I'm doing things in camp, and I have this tendency to make lots of mistakes. And especially, facing authorities. I wonder if there's a really good way to relax myself. Honestly, I need to find ways soon.&lt;br /&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/35782247-1391015374784228688?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/1391015374784228688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=1391015374784228688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1391015374784228688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1391015374784228688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/09/stress.html' title='stress'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-8440661589560641877</id><published>2007-09-29T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:41:26.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little history</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I wonder when will I ever continue the Melbourne trip posts... 6 days worth with little pictures to show for, is just a tough thing to do. And sometimes, there are other events that occur randomly and needed more attention to; have more reasons to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's one... I remember when I was younger, like primary school younger, I came up with this story, to encourage a few people. I suddenly thought of it when I was on the bus back just now. It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once during medieval times, there was this museum, and they were having this showcase: "The toughest knots". It was a rope filled with knots all over and it has this sign that follows it: "Whoever is capable of untangling this rope, will have the honoured position as "The World's Greatest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of men from all over the world came to examine the rope and try to untangle it. There were soldiers, scholars and even kings. But none were capable to untangle the rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than, one day (not one day, than 2 days meh? hur hur), a ordinary soldier just came into the museum and tried untangling the knots. He couldn't on the first try but many more tries were to follow. He stayed on for days and nights till every morale was gone. And he was on the verge of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he saw those people that came in and tried it for one time, gave up with their heads left low, he told himself that he won't want to be losers like them, and kept on thinking of ways to untangle the rope. Till one day, with a quick thinking, he lifted up his sword and cut the rope up. The rope, was untangled. He became "The World's Greatest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHA. I wonder who the heck would fall for such a story. I wanted to really laugh on the bus when I thought of the story. (Paiseh la, got so many people around, how to laugh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the idea was there, it's easy to say "Give up!" like those people who came in and tried for one time. But those were the people that achieve little. Perseverance is what a great person has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, we cannot keep trying like a bull with no aim nor ideas. We need to think out of the box for better solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We so need this in the army... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex- section mate has this on his personal msg... I thought it was cool.. yar cool...&lt;br /&gt;"It gets better as we go, it gets easier the more we know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Huimin about her issue with her best friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes I wish I didn't have so many friends, like really a lot. Having many friends being popular is one thing, but having to take concern of all of them is another, it could really be a tiring thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish to be receiving rather than giving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-8440661589560641877?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/8440661589560641877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=8440661589560641877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8440661589560641877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8440661589560641877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-history.html' title='A little history'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-7337345578904968841</id><published>2007-09-26T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:42:20.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm putting the Melbourne trip story on hold. Because my birthday is an even bigger issue! HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And what does Lijia do on his birthday??????                          He refle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cts.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess there are many issues to look at but it's a new year for me, and some need to start afresh and some need plannings.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's look back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think the year had been wonderful. Me, picking myself up from a lot of things and now almost always forward looking. It's nice to see myself being a little bit more positive and happy most of the time. Gone were the days when I sat there complaining about almost everything in the world. But of course, everyone changes, and I sure did. I guess I was never the same as years ago. It may be a good thing or a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milestones -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Graduation was almost like something big for me this time. It felt different as compared to finishing my O's because it gives a lot more satisfaction. Apart from the last semester, maybe it's because I put in the effort with my academics and when graduation comes, it's just nice to look back, and say 'that was time well spent'. It just proves a point, nobody is stupid, it's a question about how hardworking you are =)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, driving takes up a big part of my life now. Almost everyone will recog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nise me as the 'driver' and even gave names to my yellow car (e.g. Pikachu, Bumble Bee). I really enjoy driving and I get better every single drive out. At the same time, I get to discover the places my friends stay!! Brings me closer to my friends on the journey back. HAHA! There were close shaves but I ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pe I don't get into an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;National Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I guess that's the biggest milestone. I've always say that no guy enters National Service and comes out the same person. It's either a better person or a chang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e for worse. And because of Army, I temporary relieved myself of duties with the Boys' Brigade, which kind of suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And honestly, I don't feel adapted to being a soldier yet. BMT wasn't a good platform for me to work on, to get adapted to. But oh well, soon I will be adapted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with the time I have in the Army, whether it is a lot or not, I hope to draw even closer with God. Because only in Him, I know my change will be a better one.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;National Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hope the two years in there will be gone in a breeze but at the same time, with the time there, I hope to attain more skills, and looks like for now, techie skills. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And while during the time, I hope I don't get tempted to do wrongful stuffs. Resisting temptations is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Education and career future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been to Melbourne and I really love it there. But I'm not sure if I have the resources to get myself there. And one fine day when my dad was driving both my mum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and myself to somewhere. I have no idea what triggered me to say this.... I said, I should take the Accountancy course at SIM during my nights (if I'm in a stay-out unit) and finish my studies with a master in Melbourne. I guess that could be worked out. And than, come back to Singapore, enter NIE and fulfill my ambition to be a teacher. Sounds like a far off plan, but I know it should be realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boys' Brigade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mega changes are going to happen in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the BB during the next year but I can't reveal too many details here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With this specific change, I always ask myself, will I be able to continue serving? And that's something I have to really consider hard about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, I actually had a lot to blog about, there were lots on my mind, but when you actually put it into words, it's harder than thinking.... So that's about all, I will share next time if there's a chance to =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos on my birthday dinner at NYDC, with none other people than the 2E peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/Pictures/Birthdays/My%20birthday%202007/Jeremy%27s%20Cam/IMG_3313.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpMAPkFUEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AHitxqMtUFY/s1600-h/IMG_3313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpMAPkFUEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AHitxqMtUFY/s320/IMG_3313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114483893894205506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Hulk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpM3PkFUFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aNrgVskPvkE/s1600-h/IMG_0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpM3PkFUFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aNrgVskPvkE/s320/IMG_0953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114484838787010642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One side of the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpNbfkFUGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yugWzp7QzMw/s1600-h/IMG_3344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpNbfkFUGI/AAAAAAAAAFY/yugWzp7QzMw/s320/IMG_3344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114485461557268578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpOSfkFUHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/A6riotQtJs8/s1600-h/IMG_3337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpOSfkFUHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/A6riotQtJs8/s320/IMG_3337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114486406450073714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The cake with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpOsPkFUII/AAAAAAAAAFo/Xlad42-SsEo/s1600-h/IMG_3387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpOsPkFUII/AAAAAAAAAFo/Xlad42-SsEo/s320/IMG_3387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114486848831705218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpTd_kFUPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/eUOrkgy2JR8/s1600-h/IMG_0976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpTd_kFUPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/eUOrkgy2JR8/s320/IMG_0976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114492101576708338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpPC_kFUJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/w03Xh-wqyfo/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpPC_kFUJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/w03Xh-wqyfo/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114487239673729170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A collage of us&lt;br /&gt;(top left to right: Pamela, me, Joelyn, Charlene)&lt;br /&gt;(bottom left to right: MG, Jen Wen, Medeline, Jie Ling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, it is not a 2E outing if we don't have...... TABLE SHOTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpQBvkFUKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hUAfrtHtrrs/s1600-h/IMG_3357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpQBvkFUKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hUAfrtHtrrs/s320/IMG_3357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114488317710520482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try number 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpQS_kFULI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sRjABKUAqkQ/s1600-h/IMG_3359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpQS_kFULI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sRjABKUAqkQ/s320/IMG_3359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114488614063263922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try number 100000+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpRx_kFUMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZOBkZqjcZFs/s1600-h/IMG_3356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpRx_kFUMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZOBkZqjcZFs/s320/IMG_3356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114490246150836418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY... OH NO!! WHERE'S JIE LING?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpSSvkFUNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H2dwGDpoq6U/s1600-h/IMG_3341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpSSvkFUNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/H2dwGDpoq6U/s320/IMG_3341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114490808791552210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steady la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone that remembered my birthday, to every wishes and to every presence (and presents).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpTHvkFUOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OpDGviZ3Yao/s1600-h/IMG_3339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpTHvkFUOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OpDGviZ3Yao/s320/IMG_3339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114491719324618978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thanks!&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/35782247-7337345578904968841?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/7337345578904968841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=7337345578904968841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/7337345578904968841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/7337345578904968841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/09/birthday-thoughts.html' title='Birthday thoughts'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RvpMAPkFUEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AHitxqMtUFY/s72-c/IMG_3313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2676425244966272811</id><published>2007-09-22T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:19:44.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Reached Melbourne airport on Friday after a overnight flight, a flight which I didn't do much but sleep. I tried watching Ocean's 13 on the plane but failed terribly because I couldn't concentrate. I ended up watching "License to Wed" and only up till the halfway mark. (But I completed the show on the way back to Singapore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I touched down first at Adelaide, spent a totally meaningless 2hours there waiting for the next flight out, in which during that meaningless time, I went out of the airport and tried walking to the most familiar thing I saw.... IKEA's building!!!! I could see the building from the airport, but when I was walking, it felt super far away and weather was freezing. I turned back to the airport (realised the place was on heater, rather than air-conditioned). So yar, that's probably the first experience of Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I slept through out the domestic flight (Adelaide to Melbourne), the minute I got to my seat, I buckled my seat belt and just slept. I didn't even know the plane took off and the snacks were served. The steward unstowed the table of the seat beside me and put the muffin there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, fast forward. I took the shuttle bus to Southern Cross station, that's the first train station I visited when I reached there. I believe the news have been running the story regarding this girl that was abandoned at a train station, and now, they are having this international search for his father, who abandoned her. The father killed the mother as well. So when I was in my hotel room at night (after I slept through out the day), I was watching the news, and when they reported that the girl was abandoned at Southern Cross Station, I was like, freaked out. I was there just 2 hours before the whole incident happened. (They reported the time and security footage, and I was hanging around that spot where she was abandoned looking at the train routes on the televisions.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And this isn't all that had happened when I was in Melbourne. Day 1..... I slept through out the day, due to jet lag, and woke up, watched the news and some program and went back to sleep.&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/35782247-2676425244966272811?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2676425244966272811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2676425244966272811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2676425244966272811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2676425244966272811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/09/melbourne-day-1.html' title='Melbourne - Day 1'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-44978002991668526</id><published>2007-09-21T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T14:51:20.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vocation and unit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I just got my posting! Auto Technician - A Veh (I suppose it's armored vehicles, think tanks) at Ayer Rajah camp (that's near Buona Vista!). Should be just a course first and than get posted out to other camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because I don't want to waste a good login just for posting my vocation and new unit, I've decided to do the quizzes on Pamela's blog. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/test25_1.php"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Which Hogwarts House Would You Be In?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test25/Gryffindor.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; The Sorting Hat would put you in Gryffindor. You are bold, passionate, and brave.  You have a highly-defined sense of right and wrong, and you are not afraid to speak your mind or fight for what you want.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="right"&gt;Find Your Character @ &lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/"&gt;BrainFall.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/test28_1.php"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Which Winnie the Pooh Character Are You?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test28/Winnie_the_Pooh.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You are Winnie the Pooh. Oh, bother.  You are sweet, simple, and popular for your honesty and goodwill.  Though you may be the biggest personality in the woods, you sometimes need the help of others in the brains department!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="right"&gt;Find Your Character @ &lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/"&gt;BrainFall.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/test13_1.php"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Which Disney Villain Are You?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.brainfall.com/images/test13/Captain_Hook.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You are Captain Hook. The crusher of dreams. You are Disney's one and only funny villain. But don't discredit the evilness that is Captain Hook. You do your part in scaring little children and teaching a generation of adults to yearn for childhood again. Cuz hey, you just want to fly too.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="right"&gt;Find Your Character @ &lt;a href="http://www.brainfall.com/"&gt;BrainFall.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-44978002991668526?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/44978002991668526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=44978002991668526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/44978002991668526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/44978002991668526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-vocation-and-unit.html' title='My Vocation and unit'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-3454353879869643762</id><published>2007-09-21T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:55:19.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alright, figured I give you my Melb trip rundown. Sad to say, I don't have many pictures to show for the trip. haha. I'm never a photographer, maybe I should bring Jeremy along next time. Jeremy can you make replicas of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's start from the PREs first, a lot of things happened before going which makes the trip even more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't thinking much on the decision. I just sat down one weekend, knowing I have a holiday, 2-weeks long........... and that's it. I just needed like minutes to decide I should go Melbourne. HAHA. Asked around, nobody wanted to go due to various reasons, and than I just told my dad, I'm going alone. Booked the flight and waited till the next weekend when I book out to confirm it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next book out, Qantas sent me an email to say my flight booking got rejected! Apparently, something went wrong with the credit card, and I've only got 4 more days to my block leave than, booked the flight again and I've got the confirmation on Sunday. By then, I've still yet to get my accomodation. Sarah recommended it, and it took me 2 days to consider, and I booked it. Rush eh? That's not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of Passing out from BMT, MY NEW PASSPORT which I've applied 2 weeks before, was not ready yet. But heng la, it was ready ONE day before the flight. So that's alright. But wait, that's not all. I DIDN'T APPLY VISA. I didn't think I needed one because Australia is a commonwealth country, and usually commonwealth countries don't need visas to enter if you are from a fellow commonwealth country. But apparently, the law was set not long ago so I needed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heng, we went out for supper with Pow Wee that day. Heng, Rachael Lee came back to Singapore and went for the supper. Heng, Rachael Lee gave me the website to apply this online visa and everything was done just after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yar, lastly, I packed my bag on the afternoon just before my night flight out to Australia. Exciting eh?&lt;br /&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/35782247-3454353879869643762?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/3454353879869643762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=3454353879869643762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3454353879869643762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3454353879869643762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/09/pre-melbourne.html' title='Pre-Melbourne'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-8577636754806913894</id><published>2007-09-19T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T17:41:20.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Report from Melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey peeps,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home tomorrow!!! I'm now currently in this convenience store with internet access, updating you peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Melbourne has been really great to me. Honestly, I would really recommend melb as a holiday venue to all of you. I like the "friendliness" of the locals the most, believe me, a small-time store owner here in Melbourne would put &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; of the employees in the service sector back in Singapore to shame. The locals are really really friendly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have a bitter-sweet feeling about leaving Melbourne. I met up with Sarah Goh, Robyn, Amelia, Adelene and Andrew on Monday night for dinner and some drinks at a local pub. And it was a split. Like Adelene's been here for years and she's leaving Melbourne in October? And she has this bitter-sweet feeling, I've been here for a week and I too have that feeling. But for Robyn who has been here for 2 months, and she really wishes to get back to SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the 3As (Adel, Amelia, Andrew Kueh). It could have been 3As and a L. L for Lijia that is. HAHA! After O's, I wanted to join them to do Foundation Year at Trinity, come back to SG serve my NS and go back to Melb for my Uni. I was just thinking to myself, [and I told Sarah (Tan)] that it would have been nice, have I not opted out to go, like the 4 of us could be in this small cosy community (like what Amelia said). And now, other than Andrew who is staying to further his studies even more, Adel and Amelia is going back real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've already bid farewell to Sarah and I will be back in SG tomorrow. I feel satisfied being here. I know I will come back here someday, for studies or for holiday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read something from a platoon mate's friendster profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you devote your whole life to completely avoiding something you like, then that thing still controls your life and, 'n you've never learned any discipline at all." - Stan.914&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't know who Stan.914 is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-8577636754806913894?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/8577636754806913894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=8577636754806913894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8577636754806913894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8577636754806913894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/09/report-from-melbourne.html' title='Report from Melbourne'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-5067087500435279001</id><published>2007-09-13T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T15:55:17.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last post before I go Down Under!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey peeps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I FINALLY POC-ED (Passing Out Ceremony), no more Tekong, that's if I chose not to upgrade my PES status.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't talk much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;about the event.. haha.. SAF ruling. Just a picture will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RujpT18uYsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iPDXKhTteec/s1600-h/Samuel%27s+POP,+My+POC+%5B11-09-07%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RujpT18uYsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iPDXKhTteec/s320/Samuel%27s+POP,+My+POC+%5B11-09-07%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109590304360391362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That's (from left) Daniel, Pamela, Samuel and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and Pamela came to Tekong for Samuel's POP and I requested to stay behind at Tekong when I was supposed to book out. You should ask Daniel and Pamela how awkward I felt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Timothy Lim, Samuel, Daniel and Pow Wee last night, because Pow Wee is going into the army today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; we told him lots of our army stories. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; we laughed at him on how he spent $80 on SAF products when they will be give to him on the first day. He should have asked us before going to buy them la! Always consult the experienced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, going to Tekong is probably the most fun thing in the whole of your army life. And I really enjoyed my time with my platoon people. But going to Tekong is also a dreadful thing because the outside world is totally cut off from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Pow Wee will have a wonderful experience there. At the same time, I hope he doesn't go and gei kiang (act smart) like he always do, it's not wise to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Melbourne in a few hours time, for a week, going to do the planned surprise visits. I wonder if they will be glad to see me. Even though, news are going around on Facebook that I will be in Melbourne, but I hope they will be surprised (and happy). haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update whenever I can, Sarah said I could use her laptop to come online! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya peeps soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-5067087500435279001?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/5067087500435279001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=5067087500435279001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5067087500435279001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5067087500435279001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-last-post-before-i-go-down-under.html' title='One last post before I go Down Under!'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RujpT18uYsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/iPDXKhTteec/s72-c/Samuel%27s+POP,+My+POC+%5B11-09-07%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-4277109681311629661</id><published>2007-09-09T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:15:30.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lousy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I did nothing this week. Totally, nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just go in and waste time. There were no activities or trainings planned for us since we are leaving in days time. We've completed and passed the course. So yar... a waste of a good week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And it sucks sometimes to be a platoon I/C. Because the higher authorities were busy with lots of admin and closing of course work, they tend to give contradicting instructions, and this instructions are usually passed to me and passed down by me to the other mates, so if the instructions are unclear and blurry, I'm usually the one blamed for it. Which sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think I will go take some time next week and tell the commanders what I think about last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy Advance Birthday Charlene!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.............................. and mine is coming real soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-4277109681311629661?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/4277109681311629661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=4277109681311629661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4277109681311629661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4277109681311629661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/09/lousy-week.html' title='lousy week'/><author><name>Lijia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275354404011555902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-8847673944701399486</id><published>2007-09-02T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T09:37:30.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes Med. Unless someone comes up to me and say, "HEY LIJIA, count me in!!", I will be going to Melbourne alone! I'm not scared but more of excited about it. I mean why should I be scared?? Fairsians seem "mass produced" over there. I could find a few Fairsians while I'm at Down Under!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So most likely, I will first find Sarah, than the 3As, Andrew, Amelia and Adelene. (Did I say Adelene was my first primary school friend??? Haha!) Oh yar, and maybe Tianyin. Or maybe I could get all of them to meet and we can have a little get together! Won't that be fun?? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will leaving on the 13th and my flight is 10h++ long!!!! Well, that's because I've to transit at Sydney, I wonder how transit works, I've never done a transit in my life before. I will be back on the 20th, with another transit at Sydney. I wonder how transit works, I've never done a transit in my life before... Oh did I just typed that??? wahahahaha.. I'm excitedly nuts now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I forgot to add this. While I was staring at the bus driver to get on the bus and let everyone in at Bukit Batok Interchange, some guy suddenly came over to punch me in the shoulders, like hard enough to make me shake a little. At first I was like thinking "WHAT ON EARTH?! What did I do to get a punch?!". Than I turn and face the guy, he was a police inspector! And not just any police inspector. It was police inspector Ernest Foong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite funny how he lives a road down and a hill up (he lives like maybe 50m away from Jeremy's place la), but I haven't seen him for more than 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a brief chat, because I really need to get on that bus. He's going to ORD soon, (Crap!) like in 2 months time. And he looks just the same. Haha!&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/35782247-8847673944701399486?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/8847673944701399486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=8847673944701399486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8847673944701399486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8847673944701399486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/09/melbourne.html' title='Melbourne'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2562130944599374001</id><published>2007-09-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:02:01.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1 last week to POC (Passing Out Ceremony - just think it as the POP for the weaker people. LOL), I'm having this mix, contradicting feelings about it. Happy yet sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because I really think my platoon has got lots of great people in it. We are definitely not garang, like the other sergeants really look down on us, and in fact, our gung-ho attitude only comes out when we are booking out or returning our rifles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But we know deep in ourselves we perform behind the scenes. Like for example, the company's tug-of-war team was formed with people from my platoon and nobody else. We were the ones that dig the toilet during field camp for the whole company, and cover the toilet at the end of the field camp. We did more "sai kang" than the rest of the company combined. And definitely, we do not have strange characters, you people should really see how we help the mentally challenged platoon mates. Our actions spell "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;BROTHERHOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;" with bolds and caps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I really like my platoon but I'M LEAVING TEKONG! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Field camp just passed. IT RAINED EVERYDAY WE WERE THERE. On the last day it was so bad, that my OC (Officer Commanding; highest rank in the company) made the decision to call the whole company back to bunk. Tekong has this siren that goes off if there is going to be heavy rain and lightning, and during the last day, that siren went off 3-4 times, the most i heard so far during my stay in Tekong. What's worst is that on friday when were already at company building, it didn't rain the whole day.... great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crawl in wet mud, walk up to our sleeping area in wet mud, we sleep with wet mud all around us.Totally sian feeling. And the worst thing is that they make me Field Camp Platoon IC before the field camp begins, and than my Platoon Commader didn't know and he made another guy IC, even just before I started work. I mean, I didn't really want to be the IC but if you make me IC and take that role away even before I start work, it's quite feelings hurting lah! So during the field camp, my morale was super low because of the rain and that. Anyway, the platoon elected me to be platoon IC from now till pass out. We shall see if I can handle that stress. It's really a stressful job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last week, one last week filled with entertainment. Haha.. I hope it will be fun. WE ARE HAVING KFC NEXT WEEK. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Melbourne on 13th - 20th Sept, I've already booked the ticket but if you want to join me, you can book the ticket and we can settle accommodation, because I've yet to do that. I've got no people coming with me so far but YOU can join me! haha!&lt;br /&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/35782247-2562130944599374001?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2562130944599374001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2562130944599374001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2562130944599374001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2562130944599374001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/09/1-last-week.html' title='1 last week'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-4342543617326056141</id><published>2007-08-27T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:09:53.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great David</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I figured I pulled something out from "Facing your Giants" and discuss it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4  style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 Samuel 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;h5  style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;David and Bathsheba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8261"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; In the  spring, at the time when kings go off to war, David sent Joab out with the  king's men and the whole Israelite army. They destroyed the Ammonites and  besieged Rabbah. But David remained in Jerusalem.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8262"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; One evening David got up from his  bed and walked around on the roof of the palace. From the roof he saw a woman  bathing. The woman was very beautiful, &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8263"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;  and David sent someone to find out about her. The man said, "Isn't this  Bathsheba, the daughter of Eliam and the wife of Uriah the Hittite?" &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8264"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Then David sent messengers to get her. She  came to him, and he slept with her. (She had purified herself from her  uncleanness.) Then &lt;sup&gt;[&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=35782247#fen-NIV-8264a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt; she went back home. &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8265"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; The woman conceived and sent word to David, saying, "I  am pregnant."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8266"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; So David sent this word to Joab:  "Send me Uriah the Hittite." And Joab sent him to David. &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8267"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8268"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; Then David said to Uriah, "Go down to your house and  wash your feet." So Uriah left the palace, and a gift from the king was sent  after him. &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8269"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; But Uriah slept at the  entrance to the palace with all his master's servants and did not go down to his  house.   When Uriah came to him, David asked him how Joab was,  how the soldiers were and how the war was going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8270"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; When David was told, "Uriah did not  go home," he asked him, "Haven't you just come from a distance? Why didn't you  go home?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8271"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; Uriah said to David, "The ark and  Israel and Judah are staying in tents, and my master Joab and my lord's men are  camped in the open fields. How could I go to my house to eat and drink and lie  with my wife? As surely as you live, I will not do such a thing!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8272"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; Then David said to him, "Stay here  one more day, and tomorrow I will send you back." So Uriah remained in Jerusalem  that day and the next. &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8273"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; At David's  invitation, he ate and drank with him, and David made him drunk. But in the  evening Uriah went out to sleep on his mat among his master's servants; he did  not go home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8274"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; In the morning David wrote a letter  to Joab and sent it with Uriah. &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8275"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; In it  he wrote, "Put Uriah in the front line where the fighting is fiercest. Then  withdraw from him so he will be struck down and die."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8276"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt; So while Joab had the city under  siege, he put Uriah at a place where he knew the strongest defenders were. &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8277"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; When the men of the city came out and fought  against Joab, some of the men in David's army fell; moreover, Uriah the Hittite  died.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8278"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; Joab sent David a full account of  the battle. &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8279"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; He instructed the  messenger: "When you have finished giving the king this account of the battle,  &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8280"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; the king's anger may flare up, and he  may ask you, 'Why did you get so close to the city to fight? Didn't you know  they would shoot arrows from the wall? &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8281"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;  Who killed Abimelech son of Jerub-Besheth? Didn't a woman throw an upper millstone on  him from the wall, so that he died in Thebez? Why did you get so close to the  wall?' If he asks you this, then say to him, 'Also, your servant Uriah the  Hittite is dead.' "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8282"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt; The messenger set out, and when he  arrived he told David everything Joab had sent him to say. &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8283"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt; The messenger said to David, "The men overpowered us  and came out against us in the open, but we drove them back to the entrance to  the city gate. &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8284"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt; Then the archers shot  arrows at your servants from the wall, and some of the king's men died.  Moreover, your servant Uriah the Hittite is dead."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8285"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; David told the messenger, "Say this  to Joab: 'Don't let this upset you; the sword devours one as well as another.  Press the attack against the city and destroy it.' Say this to encourage Joab."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8286"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt; When Uriah's wife heard that her  husband was dead, she mourned for him. &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8287"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;  After the time of mourning was over, David had her brought to his house, and she  became his wife and bore him a son. But the thing David had done displeased the  LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT?! This story again?! And what has anybody reading this has got to do with committing adultery??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm not talking about the adultery aspect of this story but more of the arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;And let's start with the famous Spiderman quote "With great power comes great responsibility."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;David had great power, King of Israel, killer of Goliath, the great giant, with just stones. God had given him everything. David was a shepherd, only a shepherd. God chose him among all his brothers who at that time were better candidates for the throne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But what was David's responsibility? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-8261"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; In the spring, at the time when kings go off to war, David sent Joab out with the king's men and the whole Israelite army. They destroyed the Ammonites and besieged Rabbah. But David remained in Jerusalem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;David as king of Israel, remained in Jerusalem when "kings go off to war" putting Joab in-charge of winning battles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Put yourself in David's shoes. If you were in his position, why wouldn't you stay at home and order your men around? I mean since you will have so many of them, I'm sure there are a few that are capable to lead and win battles? The luxury of staying at home, the comfort of your own bed, room and space as compared to the muds of battles, bloodshed and risk getting yourself killed. Which would you have chosen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And that's not the end, when David saw Bathsheba bathing, he sent his man to find out about her, and the man immediately replied.(without even going to the place to find out) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Isn't this  Bathsheba, the daughter of Eliam and the wife of Uriah the Hittite?" ..... Let me do it, in another reply. "Isn't this Bathsheba, the wife of your soldier?". David's servant had every intention of warning him that this beautiful lady here he saw bathing was the wife of one of his loyal soldiers. That still didn't stop David. "I'm the King, Uriah is just my men"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The rest is history. If you continue reading about David's life, you will know that the child bore to David by Bathsheba, Lord wanted the baby dead and so the baby died. You will also know, that David having lots of wives with him but at the last hours of his death, only a beautiful lady from the whole of the country spent time with him, David didn't even know who she was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All David need to do was something that "displeased the Lord"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a need for all of us to learn a little bit of humility. And of course, yours truly, went through at some point, arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always, like to talk about the achievements during my secondary school days. Partly, because I think I've spent the most fun time there and also I didn't really achieve much in my poly days. So here's another part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Being a deputy head councilor, doesn't requires me to do much stuffs. Whatever projects that were given to me to organise, all I needed to do was to approach any councilor and forced it on them to do it (of course, I asked nicely lah, but they wouldn't dare to reject right? hahaha!). But don't see it that my actions were arrogant, I had to do it because my job was just to oversee and have a chairman plans it but even so, having such authority at some point will make me proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I felt that even the highest ranking person will have something to learn from the lower ones. I remembered there was this ushering job I needed to do for the school. My nice, lovely head councilor just happily slot my name in to do duty without me knowing anything about it. And the person in-charge, wasn't me, but the secretary. But I told myself that even though she was a lower position person, doesn't me her capabilities are lower than me, and true enough, working under her, there were many lessons that I can gain from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We need humility in life not just because we are in positions but even praises will be capable of exploding our heads. And from the lesson from David, we might do lots of unthinkable stuffs if we feel too comfortable being on a high level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This part is dedicated to Pamela.. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday at Starbucks, we were discussing about why Tat Chuen called his son Stephen. And the reason was because Stephen was the first martyr for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And out of no where, Pamela started telling us during Paul's time, there was this guy that fell off the window and died and revived the next day. We were like, "HUH, have meh?", "Buildings then, got so high meh? fall off can die liao?", "I don't remember reading that part.". Than, she was really convinced that there was such an incident and started looking through the bible for it. I told her, "you are not going home till you find that story!". Haha. But of course, that didn't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow at 1am++ this morning, sacrificing a few hours of sleep, determined to prove me wrong, she sms me and told me she found it! Haha! Well Done!! Can imagine what went through her mind... "Must prove that Lijia wrong!! How dare he laugh at me???!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Haha! That was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acts 20:7-12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eutychus Raised From the Dead at Troas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="sup" id="en-NIV-27621"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On the first day of the week we came together to break  bread. Paul spoke to the people and, because he intended to leave the next day,  kept on talking until midnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="sup" id="en-NIV-27622"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There  were many lamps in the upstairs room where we were meeting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="sup" id="en-NIV-27623"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Seated in a window was a young man named Eutychus, who  was sinking into a deep sleep as Paul talked on and on. When he was sound  asleep, he fell to the ground from the third story and was picked up dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="sup" id="en-NIV-27624"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Paul went down, threw himself on the young  man and put his arms around him. "Don't be alarmed," he said. "He's alive!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="sup" id="en-NIV-27625"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then he went upstairs again and broke  bread and ate. After talking until daylight, he left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="sup" id="en-NIV-27626"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The people took the young man home alive and were  greatly comforted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this passage, STOP SLEEPING IN YOUR LECTURES!&lt;br /&gt;Nar, of course not, but it's a story for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to prepare and book in! Seeya AFTER FIELD CAMP!&lt;br /&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/35782247-4342543617326056141?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/4342543617326056141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=4342543617326056141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4342543617326056141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4342543617326056141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-david.html' title='Great David'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-315633285867764084</id><published>2007-08-25T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T10:55:12.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you haven't see this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/Rs-ULfzrIiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FoLJnAksgws/s1600-h/IMG_1497Custom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/Rs-ULfzrIiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FoLJnAksgws/s200/IMG_1497Custom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102459828071768610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You will never get a posed picture of me with my head naked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/Rs-UZ_zrIjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xkvqJB3LL38/s1600-h/DSC_0012Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/Rs-UZ_zrIjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xkvqJB3LL38/s200/DSC_0012Large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102460077179871794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All I wanted to do was to eat my egg!!! Arghhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was taken yesterday night during the weekly supper out.. Copyright Jeremy, without permission to put on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points to note this weekends:&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare for field camp (Tuesday to Friday)&lt;br /&gt;- I can really do with some Starbucks' coffee now.. like a Java Chip, Hot/Cold Signature Chocolate (that's not really coffee isn't it? haha) or a mocha frappe will do good.&lt;br /&gt;- I don't mind a cup at Gloria Jean's&lt;br /&gt;- Add the drinks with some pizza&lt;br /&gt;- I'm booking in on Monday night  due to a medical appointment at NUH, which means I have little time to pack for my field camp in bunk.&lt;br /&gt;- Since I'm booking in on Monday night, I'm going to miss the photo shoot with my platoon. DAMN&lt;br /&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/35782247-315633285867764084?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/315633285867764084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=315633285867764084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/315633285867764084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/315633285867764084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-you-havent-see-this.html' title='If you haven&apos;t see this...'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/Rs-ULfzrIiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FoLJnAksgws/s72-c/IMG_1497Custom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-776450376010599602</id><published>2007-08-18T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T18:08:10.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- I've removed the playlist... it was getting a bit irritating.. haha -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've never said this before, I've a wonderful earthly father. Even my section mates think so. And how they know? They could see it when my father, no matter what he has, he will push it aside and come and fetch me during my 2 book outs. They could see it when we talked about driving, how my father allowed me to drive as often as I can (even if I don't feel like driving, he will force me to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful father, not many people out there can say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he works differently from other fathers. Like driving, most fathers wouldn't want their children to drive when they just passed, due to safety concerns, but my father wants me drive as often as possible so I can gain the experience so that the risk of accidents will be kept to the minimum. Same goal, different methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's quite strict with me, there's always this unspoken rule that I should be back before 10pm, of course, which I've never adhered to. This, so I won't mix around with the wrong companies. And it's a good thing he virtually set the rule till I'm old enough to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, there are pros and cons to everything, It's a compromise of independence and freedom for discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming of age, I hope I will be just the same father to my child, if not, better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than again, I might never get married,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I might never be a father&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA&lt;br /&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/35782247-776450376010599602?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/776450376010599602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=776450376010599602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/776450376010599602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/776450376010599602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/08/father.html' title='Father'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-1560110701603637096</id><published>2007-08-17T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:47:52.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Book Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's my 2nd book out!! And I booked out at an unbelievable timing... 6am!! Haha.. I'm too lazy to tell you the reason so I will go straight to the more important stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I've been telling people that I've got lots of time in camp, and yes, I still do. for the the past 2 days, other than doing area cleaning, I spent my time doing QT, watching my section mates play chinese chess and sleep. And the only reason I'm doing that is because, I've passed my swimming in my first swim lesson, and I'm excused from doing IPPT. Very relax, but next week's going to be tough, LIVE FIRING! Pray for me, pray that I don't screw up... It's quite serious if I screw up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm done with the book "Facing Your Giants"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RsWl1_zrIhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zmM7hZjFva0/s1600-h/fyg.big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RsWl1_zrIhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zmM7hZjFva0/s200/fyg.big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099664500146774546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically, the book goes into the life of King David. I think the title is quite self-explanatory. No? Well, it teaches you how to face problems of your life as a Christian. I highly recommend the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Focus on giants—you stumble.&lt;br /&gt;Focus on God—your giants tumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to borrow the book, just let me know =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-1560110701603637096?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/1560110701603637096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=1560110701603637096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1560110701603637096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1560110701603637096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/08/2nd-book-out.html' title='2nd Book Out'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RsWl1_zrIhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zmM7hZjFva0/s72-c/fyg.big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-4059668758451947276</id><published>2007-08-11T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:52:03.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roundabout turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think I should slap myself for saying things too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like straight after I said my life is experiencing a new twist. It took a U-turn and back to almost square one. I hate it when crap like these happens just when I thought things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it the most when troubles are the keys to more troubles, one event leads to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... back to army work and life work again.... Don't think I will blog tomorrow. See you peeps next Saturday.&lt;br /&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/35782247-4059668758451947276?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/4059668758451947276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=4059668758451947276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4059668758451947276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4059668758451947276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/08/roundabout-turn.html' title='roundabout turn'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-1819395938334702912</id><published>2007-08-11T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:47:07.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been a eventful book out. Been out almost everyday since booking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, just 2 weeks into army life and a question is posted to me. Should I upgrade??&lt;br /&gt;My platoon commander hinted to me that I should because the seriousness of the knees ain't that big and it will be a waste for me to stay at this PES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I hear lots of advantages of upgrading, like the role I will play next time in army rather than holding down a low position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is, I can request to be posted back to Scorpion Company (My BMT company) while the next batch comes in and I can do the trainings with them if needed so. Anyway, Scorpion Company is a very welfare company. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;, with the capitals and bolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should seriously think and pray about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booking in on Sunday late afternoon. Till the next book out!!&lt;br /&gt;Pray that I don't do anything stupid and get myself confined or do guard duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Secrets and Rush Hour 3... But I don't think I have enough time for it... zzz.. wait till the next book out then... haha&lt;br /&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/35782247-1819395938334702912?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/1819395938334702912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=1819395938334702912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1819395938334702912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1819395938334702912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/08/should-i.html' title='Should I?'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-6563410500235855956</id><published>2007-08-08T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T20:56:22.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I'm back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks away from home, feels super horrible. Not that it's physical tough but mentally. Like you know, during the first night, when I called my parents, it's pretty emotional, and tears almost flow out. But I got over it subsequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Deleted -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why deleted? Well, I actually wanted to introduce my company, Scorpion, and I got too lazy to do so. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move on to more important issues. There were a few times I felt so lousy about myself that almost wanted to head to the my Platoon Commander (PC) to get some 'counseling', since I was the first recruit he recognised by name. Like honestly speaking, I've never felt worst. I couldn't handle some of the lessons well and during rifle stripping and assembling, I almost made a decision to further downgrade. Like almost every army men, I've always wanted to be posted to OCS or to be trained to be at least a sergeant. But now, because of my knees, I couldn't do so, and my possible vocations are heavily narrowed down to clerk, medic, mechanic, driver, store man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I looked to the bright side of life, and true enough, my BMT is super slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During rifle training and assembling. I just couldn't hate myself more, I realized I couldn't hold the weight of the rifle and my hand started shivering because of that. I couldn't strip and assemble the rifle properly and screwed up a lot of times. I blamed the arm fracture I've gotten when I was young. The medical officer (MO) told me it should have been healed by now but seriously, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kept thinking how incompetent I am during the next lesson after the training that I almost couldn't take the emotions in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at night, I made the decision, I could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give up&lt;/span&gt; and request a further downgrade or I can start working my confidence up. And so I did, during the "Technical Handling of Rifle" tests, I've lost very little points and what's even more shocking is that, I was fastest in reloading the ammo magazine!!! [30 bullets (1 magazine) in 50 seconds]. I can't remember my time, but I know it was below 35secs. WOO~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now, I will update you peeps when we meet face-to-face or when I call you at night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh another thing, my platoon mates are nice people, some ah bengs, but nice ah bengs. And my section mates are even better! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, army will do me good. Everything that happened in the past year or years is beginning to die off. All the hurts and pains, all the stresses and tortures are slowly diminishing. And life is experiencing a new twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: so feel like changing the url of this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song has been stuck to my head, I know only these two lines of the lyrics. And I believe the song was by Redwan Ali. Tell me if you know the song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the sun comes up, I'll be loving you again......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the sun comes up, I'll be loving you again..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-6563410500235855956?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/6563410500235855956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=6563410500235855956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6563410500235855956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6563410500235855956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/08/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back?!?!'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-5593560477399077531</id><published>2007-07-26T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:24:28.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till National Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well.. It's Thursday morning, I've just watched Simpson and I think it's a good movie, it's worth it, even if it's a sneaks price. And before that I had officers dinner at Dover, and I must say I'm deeply grateful and honoured because it was almost full attendance. May, Glen, Derrick, Alvin, Ziyi, Eddie, Benedict, Eric, Kelvin and also Kenny and Kenneth Lee who were with Benedict. Sheow En came by, David and family came by and of course, Pastor Barnard came by as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Tuesday, I had Pizza dinner at Tat Chuen's place with the BS group. Shun Quan, Eddie, Alvin, Eric, Weida, Kenneth Kueh. I'm just smiling to myself that when everyone was praying for me, little Stephen was putting both his tiny hands on my thighs to pray as well, he was earnestly praying. A really cute moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, West Coast Macs with Tabitha and Siti. My supper buddies. We had so much fun EVEN just by talking. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, over the weeks, people who have been meeting me up. I'm feeling really emotional because of people like these around me, that took time out to bid farewell to me. My weeks were packed, going out everyday, feeling tired but really blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During supper Sheow En was just saying that I'm whiter than the white horses in the army. I thought he meant it literally seeing how pale I am. Haha. But he meant it in a way that I will be very well protected because there were so many people praying for me. 3 group prayers in 2 days, that's really a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To them, it doesn't matter if it's just 2 weeks later, on National Day, when I will see everyone again. They just want to spend time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the bottom of my heart, thank you everyone for making me feel so special this past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A lot of people asked me, how do I feel now. Honestly speaking, I wasn't feeling much. I'm not excited about opening this new chapter in my life, neither am I dreading it. I was feeling normal. Maybe, I will feel it when I finally get in and spend the first few hours there. I will just sit there and ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly, my heart's racing and my mind's wandering. I believe I'm leaving a lot behind in this soon to become 'old chapter'. I'm leaving lots of burdens, lots of problems unresolved, yet, I know I will clear them one day... Like I said, even though I know they will be there for years, but I know they will be gone someday. What can I do but to persevere and to be trusting God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.40am already, there are just endless stuffs I've yet to typed. But as much as I want to continue blogging, I'm feeling a little lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should be just getting any final stuffs I've yet to get, tomorrow and than, spend time at home. I should be sleeping at 10pm or 11pm tomorrow. If you don't see me online, chances are, I'm already asleep. So yar, just tag any messages you have for me on the board, I will read them before I sleep later tonight. Or you can sms me, I will read it just before entering. And please, don't bother counting down for me, I know, it's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people like Jen Wen, Samuel, Boon Peng and yen's bf, Yixian. If you read this, welcome back, enjoy your first book out. I know you will cherish it =)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And no, Samuel, no taking over my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be it. Everyone will be missed. Till National Day....&lt;br /&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/35782247-5593560477399077531?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/5593560477399077531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=5593560477399077531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5593560477399077531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5593560477399077531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/till-national-day.html' title='Till National Day....'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-4142159705645983982</id><published>2007-07-25T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:45:08.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>周杰伦 - 不能说的秘密</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm not the biggest fan of Jay Chou, and Angelia can testify for that .. haha ....  but I really like this new song of his.. Go listen! It's nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;冷咖啡离开了杯垫 &lt;br /&gt;我忍住的情绪在很后面 &lt;br /&gt;拼命想挽回的从前 &lt;br /&gt;在我脸上依旧清晰可见 &lt;br /&gt;最美的不是下雨天 &lt;br /&gt;是曾与你躲过雨的屋檐 &lt;br /&gt;回忆的画面 &lt;br /&gt;在荡着秋千 &lt;br /&gt;梦开始不甜 &lt;br /&gt;你说把爱渐渐放下会走更远 &lt;br /&gt;又何必去改变你走过的世界 &lt;br /&gt;你用你的指尖 &lt;br /&gt;阻止我说再见 &lt;br /&gt;想象你在身边 &lt;br /&gt;在完全失去之前 &lt;br /&gt;你说把爱渐渐放下会走更远 &lt;br /&gt;或许命运的签只让我们遇见 &lt;br /&gt;只让我们相恋 &lt;br /&gt;这一季的秋天 &lt;br /&gt;飘落后才发现 &lt;br /&gt;这幸福的碎片 &lt;br /&gt;要我怎么捡  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-4142159705645983982?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/4142159705645983982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=4142159705645983982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4142159705645983982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4142159705645983982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='周杰伦 - 不能说的秘密'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2965850210427029523</id><published>2007-07-25T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T02:07:38.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's been a really great week and lots of eventful stuffs happened. And there will be one final blog entry before I go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Wednesday morning already, so do stay tuned for the Thursday's entry. It will be a little emo, not because I'm going in but it's because of the events that happened. And I love them all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[       And I hope to get pictures from all the outings soon... Please send them to me.. Thanks! =)     ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my personal counter is counting... it really is 2 days more. Dreading it but very much prepared. A new chapter awaits..&lt;br /&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/35782247-2965850210427029523?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2965850210427029523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2965850210427029523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2965850210427029523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2965850210427029523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/watch-out.html' title='Watch out'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-1543604319390070933</id><published>2007-07-23T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:38:01.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Eventful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met up with Clarence today for lunch to pass him some stuffs and he treated me to this Korean Hot Plate BBQ (Before Army, I will grow fat and hopefully will grow slim! ahaha!), it's near Funan and the food is good and cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked around orchard because I was waiting for time to pass before I meet Hannah Seow and Co. for dinner. So, we got damn bored, and we decided to watch Paprika at The Cathay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paprika is a good show but requires one to think a lot.... A LOT! Super high mental show. Like how I would put it. But recommended by me.. but well, maybe because I really like Japanese Animes. Oh, I've watched 'The Girl Who Leapt Through Time' already, it's REAL GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the show we went back to Orchard because I really wanted to do some shopping, my buys were, a shirt from TOPMAN and a pair of TEVA slippers from World of Sports. Well, quite ok buys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Hannah and Co. (means, Jie Ling and Daniel Goh), quite sad that Si Xiu, Ernest, Jialing and Joelyn weren't there. But we rocked too! haha! Dinner's at Coffee Club. Talked crap and heard something really disappointing but well, didn't dampen my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Goh wanted to treat but we didn't like the idea, so we used the money we initially contributed to buy him Jeans (Giordano) and a round-neck T-shirt (Zara). Haha. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left after that, went home with Hannah and glad that both herself and her sis are doing fine... That's all about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There will come to a point when we have to deliberately draw away from each other, because you are advancing in your life and status, and I'm opening another chapter in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although, we can clearly say there's nothing between us when something happens and there is a need for us to explain stuffs.. but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't live with another misunderstanding, because in life, I had enough of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will meet one last time before I go to Tekong and we shall see what happens. All the best! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To the rest: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T THINK TOO  MUCH! IT'S JUST A MSG TO A VERY GOOD FRIEND! tsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-1543604319390070933?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/1543604319390070933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=1543604319390070933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1543604319390070933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1543604319390070933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-eventful-day.html' title='Another Eventful Day'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-1274869523760011411</id><published>2007-07-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:27:13.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know, I'm beginning to dislike working for/with Youthphoria. Somehow, each time I work with them, there will always be problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time working for Youth Ministry was to work on the camp, I planned years ago, I was given very little time, like technically, 3 weeks?? I had very little resources... and I do mean VERY LITTLE resources, and had to work with the dates changing numerous times. By God's grace (and brilliance of my com and I), the camp pulled through with flying colours, but was easily forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I left Youth to join ONLY the main service because I was quite unwilling to come down on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, it was Youthphoria camp, my 2nd ever youth/church camp. I was made a group leader, it was very demeaning. I mean, it would have been great if every other group leader was my age or at least around my age. It was like I was overage, 2 years older than anyone else, and I was the only one my age. The rest are doing mentors role. It's really humility hitting me hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And than Youth Sunday, today really went bad for me. First, the GB pulled out from the booth. Like, I've been trying like 3 weeks to contact them. Somehow, email didn't work for them, then I asked my BB captain if he could help me ask, they didn't get back on a reply and finally, I had to call them. And it was confirmed on Friday they will put in a booth, than Saturday they called Wendy saying that it's quite last minute to put one. I was super demoralised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my boys gave me a lot of trouble for the BB booth, I really almost wanted to destroy them after everything. Like initially my role was to just invite both GB and BB that to put up a booth and they will put it up for me. In the end, I had to build the A-frame with them. And to be honest, I don't really know why they want a BB and GB booth there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have half a mind never to get myself involved with youth events anymore, honestly, even at going-to-20, I don't feel myself very young anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you peeps wanna know, I've been receiving sms from Samuel and I did some updates on his tagboard, so if you know him do read it! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-1274869523760011411?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/1274869523760011411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=1274869523760011411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1274869523760011411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1274869523760011411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/youth-sunday.html' title='Youth Sunday'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-509271387389671578</id><published>2007-07-21T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T01:01:52.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was sharing at BS (again...) that I felt really blessed during the week that's passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate the time my friends took out to spend with me and especially most of them are working and studying. And just because I will be away for 2 weeks, doesn't mean I should be taking advantages of you people's time. Really grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to wait till the pictures come to me before I blog but my friend, Ng Huimin is taking forever to pass them to me so, I should just blog it down first. Like I said, credits should be given as soon as possible and not wait too long! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so I met up with Huimin on Wednesday, she wanted to repay me for helping her out with her studies during her NYP exams. So she treated me to Indulgz. Indulgz is highly recommended by me, you should go there for the atmosphere and food! But I chose the wrong food. Pasta... It was good at first, but because of the creamy sauce, it gets a little crappy later.. Next time, I'm sharing pasta, no longer buying for my own anymore, because that creamy sauce always suck after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the bill was $60+. LIKE WOW! And she just paid for it! I wanted to pay half but she insisted on paying all! But well, I treated her to Harry Potter at Marina, which kinda lessen the guilt a bit. LOL!! Anyway, I think Harry Potter's overrated. It's still worth watching but don't go in with too much expectations. I think that was what happened to me, I expected it to be quite good, but it wasn't ... so yea... Well, Huimin said it was quite ok only. SO, there, two opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my day didn't end there. After sending her to the MRT station, I went back to Marina to take my bus back, and I met Pamela and her mother! They were there to look around and then for dinner.. Aunty asked if I want to join them for dinner. Well, I hadn't have my dinner yet, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the treat was kind of unexpected, I was thinking like the whole week was filled with blessings, why not I turn that around and bless others?? BUT, aunty asked what I wanted, I thought she was asking for my opinion, so I just point that out, then she asked Pamela and finally, she told us hers, but she stood up and went to the counter to order and pay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we ate and talked about NS stuffs (zzzz...). Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a blessed week, and more to come. Meeting Med on Sunday; Clarence said he's treating me to a Korean BBQ lunch on Monday afternoon; The student council main com is scheduled to meet on Monday night; Tuesday's BS, we are going to have a pizza dinner first before starting the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my final night out... I think it's going to be SIMPSONS with the BB people! woooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it quite sad that Huimin and I are very good friends when it comes to talking on MSN, like she really share stuffs with me. But I have no idea why, every time I meet her, I don't know what to talk about. Like there's this language barrier or because there's no common topic. Maybe because I'm not used to speaking to friends in mandarin, which I think that's the main reason. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I speak mandarin at home! What sia?! haha.. I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, if you really want to know... The coming week, is my last week! Enlisting on Friday!&lt;br /&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/35782247-509271387389671578?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/509271387389671578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=509271387389671578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/509271387389671578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/509271387389671578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2566852597452285029</id><published>2007-07-18T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:26:33.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serene feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went down to get bread for tomorrow morning's breakfast, and that's when I realised that I really like the night. The cool serene feeling just flowed into me while walking pass that empty gathering area near my flat. Never felt like that in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking really fast before that, and I just slowed down, till I reach FairPrice. Got my Bread and a box of Mini Cornettos and I went back home through the same empty gathering area. Walking super slow, just let the night atmosphere soak into me. And then I remembered the mini cornettos...... I raced back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEART (x1000) MINI CORNETTOS man! I should just marry them. wahahahaha.I'm so going to get one after I type this post. Oh the time is 1.20am .. not healthy to eat just before sleep.... WHO CARES?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But yea, I love the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh my cousin just asked if I'm prepared for the army (so did Clarence). Seriously, feeling quite alright, feeling okie and I need a lock for my metal cupboard there. That's about it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-2566852597452285029?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2566852597452285029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2566852597452285029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2566852597452285029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2566852597452285029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/serene-feeling.html' title='Serene feeling'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-8390976628593663858</id><published>2007-07-15T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:40:01.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's funny how almost half the BS group want to be teachers. And when I hear Eric share about his route to being and how far away it was, I think mine is even further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, it looks a bit diminishing, and I'm definitely not making a lot of friends with the "higher ups" in Fairfield, that really concerns me a little. It's worse that they no longer offer POA in Fairfield. I guess I have to either re-plan the route or ask God if this is really a calling. To teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, as for now, it remains my ambition but anything can happen during these 2 years. Sarah while you are over in Aussie, could you check up Monash's Business course or Melbourne Uni's Business courses?? LOL! I believe your research will contain better quality information than what I get here in Singapore. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while, those plans are still being worked out, the only formal address of my surname, Mr. Liu, will only be in BB for now.....&lt;br /&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/35782247-8390976628593663858?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/8390976628593663858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=8390976628593663858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8390976628593663858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8390976628593663858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/teaching.html' title='Teaching'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-1069315823479786849</id><published>2007-07-15T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T17:14:40.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outings / Book me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last 2 weeks, I'm so going to make the best of it. SO BOOK ME TO GO OUT! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: GONE! Watching Harry Potter and having dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.indulgz.com/"&gt;Indulgz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday or Thursday: Watch My wife is a gangster 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BB kakis.. Let's try to catch Simpsons on sneak previews.. I don't think staying out the night before enlistment is a good idea.. haha!&lt;br /&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/35782247-1069315823479786849?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/1069315823479786849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=1069315823479786849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1069315823479786849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1069315823479786849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/outings-book-me.html' title='Outings / Book me!!'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-4820586383304932127</id><published>2007-07-14T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T01:26:49.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Samuel's enlistment and Wong Kar Kit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, today's Samuel's enlistment day. Like I said, I will be there to see him off and see him off I did. Sympathy to Daniel that got chased off from boarding the bus to the ferry because he was wearing 3-quarter pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look around the area, Tekong, there's this reality hit, that is where I'm going to go in 2 weeks. It's like when I see the new recruits in the auditorium, it kind of scare me a little. Like in a short few hours, they seemed like brainwashed people. Every thing they did seemed regimental. Like they are sat straight, they answered the "2nd-in-command" with loud and deterring voice. I just feel kind of sian knowing I will be sitting at the area in 2 weeks... In 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Samuel seemed very sian. Like he really can't wait to get out. Even if the area seems like chalet, the activities are miles from relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Samuel said he will be reading this post when he comes out, but sorry man, when I was there, it was as usual reflective. And Jen Wen's going in there in 7 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared with the BS group on Thursday night that I felt something is not right with my life leading up to enlistment, but I can't really pin-point the wrongs in my life that I need to resolve. It's a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although there's not much for me to worry, physically, since I'm a PES C. But mentally and spiritually seems very wrong. Samuel told me that he has this issue unresolved before going in, I don't want to experience something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking on MSN last night made me believe I've lost something important, but I don't think I will be finding it back. Somehow, I know it's good to lose that something, after all, I'm going no where with it. Life has to continue, the new page to a new chapter has to be flipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know some people don't change in the army. Some people like Jonathan Wong Kar Kit. While chilling out in Dover after BB just now, Jonathan saw me and came up to me to have a chat. He's currently a signaler in the army and he was wearing the army no.4 uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan's language as Benedict had put it, is still very colourful. And army didn't change him, somehow, he's still getting into trouble and ALMOST got charged for AWOL. Nat was at the table and we were telling him, he's a high ranking ah beng, even worse than any of them he sees in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was nice to see him. It really brings back pretty memories, both BB and in normal school days. It just felt nostalgic sitting there talking to him.&lt;br /&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/35782247-4820586383304932127?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/4820586383304932127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=4820586383304932127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4820586383304932127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4820586383304932127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/samuels-enlistment-and-wong-kar-kit.html' title='Samuel&apos;s enlistment and Wong Kar Kit'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2021671140065997730</id><published>2007-07-11T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:58:20.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite Funny | Day 3 | Goodbyes! | Healthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Quite Funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think it's quite funny when people see a love song's lyrics on my blog and comes over and ask me if I'm in love. And then, we have the whole conversation of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you in love??"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "NO?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Than, why that song on your blog???"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh... I don't know, maybe, because I like that song?!?!?!" (Sarcasm Tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on, 75% of the world's song is about love la! Confirm there will be some time when a love song gets stuck in my head, can't there be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 3 - Final Day in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We went up to the Petronas Twin Tower but not exactly to the 80+ floors but only to the sky bridge which was 41 or 42 which prompted my brother to say, "You want to view from such level why didn't you tell me? I work at Toa Payoh, the place there has lots of 40-levels HDB flats la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view there was, far from good after hearing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We collected the donuts at KLCC after that and drove back down to Johor, where we are going to have our seafood dinner, which I thought was a bad choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, I was getting super bored so I kept throwing my jacket at my mother and I think I did that for like 7 times with an interval of 45 minutes and without fail she will go "我那么热了，你还给我 jacket 做什么？". whahaha! She didn't even realise I was doing that and she was repeating that! (You better laugh man! It's funny lah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered Johor and the roads there are super crazy, it's like 2 lanes... each for different directions. And you really have to overtake the car in front if it's too slow. So by overtaking, you have to make use of the lane that goes the opposite direction. So can you imagine, my brother was driving at close to 120km/h on the lane and than there's an oncoming car heading towards you at about the same speed. I think we had about 3 near collisions on our way to the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it worse is, the restaurant's food was cheap but it wasn't fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At it was already at night when we got on the road to get home. But you see, the areas there are mostly villages not towns, the roads have no road lamps, so we were driving on super dark conditions. Near collision: 7 and almost ram down a cat which I think was deaf because it couldn't hear the car's horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those from poly, who will know J***. My brother drives more ah-beng than him. So you can imagine my feelings on the car were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep for the 3hours journey back. Too much adrenaline pumped. So really, I thank God for bring me back here safely or you will never be able to read this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just in case, I don't blog again before these people enters, Goodbye to Jen Wen, Samuel, Jireh and Boon Peng. Although army sounds kind of sian from the outside, I'm sure there are times that will be fun. So have fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATED: I'm going to see Samuel off tomorrow!!! hahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There was once I saw George jogged pass Fairfield's school gate in the evening and I thought to myself, "I need that lifestyle." Keep fit. And especially that chat with Cheryl about diseases happening to people around us, I think I need it even more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall keep a healthy lifestyle, I hope, just too lazy to go out to jog. I shall ask Yiping if she wants to jog when she gets back from Hong Kong, since she lives so nearby and claims she loves jogging. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I think she's back already, shall see how than.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-2021671140065997730?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2021671140065997730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2021671140065997730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2021671140065997730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2021671140065997730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/quite-funny-day-3-goodbyes-healthy.html' title='Quite Funny | Day 3 | Goodbyes! | Healthy'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-9003802768655298877</id><published>2007-07-10T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T14:17:10.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck to my head....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Because I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="z1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I got down on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I pleaded with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I cross a million oceans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just to be with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ever let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I climbed the highest mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just to hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I said that I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Every single night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ever let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well I'm sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;if it sounds kind of sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's just that worried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'ll let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I swan the longest river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just to call your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If I said the way I fell for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ever fool around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well I'm sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;if it sounds kind of sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's just that worried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'ll let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this Christian song is stuck to my head ever since Derrick intro-ed it to me. Super meaningful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Them Like Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The love of her life is drifting away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They're losing the fight for another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The life that she's known is falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A fatherless home, a child's broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're holding her hand, you're straining for words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You trying to make - sense of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She's desperate for hope, darkness clouding her view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She's looking to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just love her like jesus, carry her to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;His yoke is easy, his burden is light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You don't need the answers to all of life's questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just know that he loves her and stay by her side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love her like jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love her like jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The gifts lie in wait, in a room painted blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Little blessing from heaven would be there soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hope fades in the night, blue skies turn to gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As the little one slips away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're holding their hand, you're straining for words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're trying to make sense of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They're desperate for hope, darkness clouding their view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They're looking to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just love them like jesus, carry them to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;His yoke is easy, his burden is light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You don't need the answers to all of life's questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just know that he loves them and stay by their side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love them like jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lord of all creation holds our lives in his hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The god of all the nations holds our lives in his hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The rock of our salvation holds our lives in his hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He cares for them just as he cares for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So love them like jesus, love them like jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You don't need the answers to all of life's questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just know that he loves them and stay by their side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love them like jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love them like jesus&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/35782247-9003802768655298877?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/9003802768655298877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=9003802768655298877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/9003802768655298877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/9003802768655298877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/stuck-to-my-head.html' title='Stuck to my head....'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-1236870426615185350</id><published>2007-07-10T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T12:52:17.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 | Donuts Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Went for breakfast at another hotel nearby and after that we drove down to KL for a day of stay over. When we reached KL, somehow, almost all the hotels are fully booked la! Kanna conned by Jen Wen, keep saying KL confirm got space. Our first stop is Mandarin Oriental, 5-star hotel, and of course, super pricey. So we went around the area for hotels, but they are all fully booked!! In the end, we went back to Mandarin Oriental, 5-star price for a twin-sharing room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KLCC, nothing much actually.. just like TAKASHIMAYA.. totally! Like all the pricey stuffs are there la! Then we went to the pasar malam. There's where we get good bargains. LOL. Oh well done, the buckle of my belt just broke.. well done....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went back to KLCC. Had dinner. Then... we didn't know what to do..... So my brother suggested watching Die Hard 4.0 . It was not bad a show.. but some scenes really like quite fake. Like it takes more than an on coming full speed car to kill Maggie Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was surprising to see my dad still pretty awake after the show. Like, first it's an English show, and 2nd it's way over my dad's bed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okie, that's it for Day 2. Day 3 next where the horror begins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donuts Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was a great success! Haha. A fitting farewell for the 3 that are going in this week. Samuel, Jireh, Jen Wen. Bang! took the limelight AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already quite sick before the party, was at Samuel's place before, and I just vomited over there. and it was quite amazing that I could last through out the whole party. Totally. And in the end, at the coffee shop, I just died. I totally didn't want to do anything while they take photos. I just sat there and close my eyes. Sad-ed, nobody took any photos with me la! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was great having the party.. Just relieved it's pulled off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next big event... Tekong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&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/35782247-1236870426615185350?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/1236870426615185350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=1236870426615185350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1236870426615185350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1236870426615185350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-2-donuts-party.html' title='Day 2 | Donuts Party'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-5549879170750811192</id><published>2007-07-08T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:44:11.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hey peeps, I'm back!! From a short 3 day road trip to Malaysia! I bet all of you miss me! I'm so sure about that! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok... I wanted to blog super fast.. but was interrupted by call of complaint from (Ng) Huimin. arghh! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We got a room from the black market... Genting was filled with people man. Like because FEI YU QING was there performing a concert... We ended up paying double for a super lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to say about Genting, well, maybe firstly, I went with my family so that kind of removes going for rides and secondly, I think I've seen better amusement parks in the world.. like Ocean Park (Hong Kong). OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent our day there eating, visiting casino and looking at how my mum play the jackpot....she was there just to press the "start" button .. Like you keep pressing it for every round of jackpot.. I think she pressed it over 50+ times.. and she told me it was fun. Right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten lazy now.. I will update Day 2 and 3 tomorrow.... Just want to say, I am so grateful to make it back alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/35782247-5549879170750811192?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/5549879170750811192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=5549879170750811192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5549879170750811192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5549879170750811192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/malaysia-road-trip.html' title='Malaysia Road Trip'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2853131988727671698</id><published>2007-07-06T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T00:25:29.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I spent my whole afternoon at Derrick's place, keying all the stuffs for BB's website, a whole lot of data and a whole lot of fixing bugs. Clarence was really a real time troubleshooter man! Like when you call him, he will fix it immediately and within a few minutes for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we made our way down to Holland to visit Jeremy. He's looks fine already, pretty sure he can go back to school if he was to be forced to. Haha, but MC's till 7th, WHY WASTE IT?! But yar, he doesn't look like he had been hit by a disease. Apparently, he told us, his mother took a pic of the appendix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after hanging around for like 10 -15 minutes, derrick and I made our way to the bus stop to take a ride to Fairfield for our meeting. I called May and ask if she's joining us for dinner and this american guy overheard me and when I got off the phone, he asked us if that's the way of social life in Singapore, like ask people out, for dinner only? Then, he went like, "what's Singaporeans idea of dating? Dinner?" or something along that line. And I let Derrick have the conversation with him while I just listen and look out for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, he asked us if we have girlfriends, I said 'no' and then he asked if we ever had one? I said, 'no'.&lt;br /&gt;Why? 'Can't afford one'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think he heard my 'can't afford one'. He went on to say, "why not?! You need a girlfriend!!" and then his bus came. My head just went, "WHAT?! I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; a girlfriend?!". Apart from that, I thought it was quite an interesting conversation, like most parts of what he said was true about Singapore, like we can't really do much here in terms of entertainment. Maybe, he was a tourist and was getting bored of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be away from tomorrow till Sunday. So don't bother contacting me. If there's anything urgent, get yourself on a coach and search the whole KL for me.&lt;br /&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/35782247-2853131988727671698?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2853131988727671698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2853131988727671698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2853131988727671698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2853131988727671698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-day.html' title='My day'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-6483413398923548444</id><published>2007-07-05T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T02:02:44.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Death and other issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I'm at the age, where life and death matters. Lots of people think that, that's a worry on people at a much older age but that's not really true, diseases don't hit people because of age but anybody, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend that has leukemia before, I have  a friend that has cancer and also have a friend that has blood clot at the brain. I had a friend that passed away about 2 years ago. It makes me wonder if anything like these will hit me some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just this week, I heard of two mishaps. Jeremy Leong's appendicitis, thank God, he's ok. But (Ng) Huimin's uncle is in coma in London and might be going anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always have this feeling that I might not live long (I think who doesn't?), because I really do feel something weird going on in my body. My bones are the weakest around and I have a very bad stomach/gastric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, as cliche as it might sound..... We just live life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog about something else... But I think, I've said it a lot of times before.. so I shall skip that one.. haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back here to blog about another thing, because I just went to Sarah's blog and read an issue she's been taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was really unfair to her when people says, "It's only a few months!" when she's back. And starts to comment that she should be saving money and stay in Australia just for that one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's different when all of us have the comfort of home to enjoy while she has to stay in a faraway country alone with only her relatives to rely on. (I say that with the same case in Gabriel).  People will never understand the part where the family and love ones are dearly missed. It's not like distance is Pasir Ris to Jurong. We are talking about a few thousands kilometers and the closest you get to home is only phone calls or perhaps, video conferences. It's different from a physical touch. 3 - 4 months away probably feels like 3 - 4years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's true, I don't understand what she's going through because I never had the chance to experience it, yet I know it's tough on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need to be understanding and try to be in the shoes of others more often. A big reminder for myself. All of us lead different lives, and we can't expect the same of ourselves with others. Time might be a breeze to you but not to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sarah, one of the best things that happened recently is you back on this island just before the guys go into army! =)&lt;br /&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/35782247-6483413398923548444?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/6483413398923548444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=6483413398923548444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6483413398923548444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6483413398923548444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-and-death-and-other-issues.html' title='Life and Death and other issues'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-3033931534719794142</id><published>2007-07-04T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T12:35:39.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settlers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I should blog about Sunday when the gang meets in settlers. When we had a Bang! game, a Halli Galli game and a Slamwich game. It was fun, really fun! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RosihriTwEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hJEcupUoulw/s1600-h/IMG_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RosihriTwEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hJEcupUoulw/s200/IMG_0217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083194566435389506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okie that's it! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Monday, having our Donuts-cum-more-food farewell party at The Queens. Booked the place through Brian. Hopefully, more people can make it. Budget for donuts, $70-$80.. rest on food! LOL&lt;br /&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/35782247-3033931534719794142?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/3033931534719794142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=3033931534719794142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3033931534719794142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3033931534719794142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/07/settlers.html' title='Settlers'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RosihriTwEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hJEcupUoulw/s72-c/IMG_0217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-326402003214706214</id><published>2007-06-30T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T03:47:00.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've always liked POP. It's probably the only event in BB I've always looked forward to. To me, it's just nice to see boys finally enter 33rd, effectively crumbling the special protective wall they had for 3 months, and for this year's batch 6 months. Believe me, orientation in BB might be fun, but also draining because there's a need to get used to the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a few people at the event, Stephanie and boyfriend coming down to support Jeremy, it's nice to see Stephanie. I could still remember her helping to choreograph a few dance steps during teachers' day when I was in sec 1, quite 'malu' about the dance, now that I think back. Joel Li, Legend of 33rd, as Benedict puts him as, someone I've always respected during my days as a Boy. You should really hear him speak, he's one that at important events/competitions that really inspires boys to hit a whole new level. I will never forget D21 '2001 and his inspirational talks. He's back at Fairfield for attachment to be a teacher. (I can't remember the NIE term for attachment.). And it was wonderful to finally see Billy in an officer's uniform. And finally, John Ying, despite just booking out from camp, still makes the effort to come down just for that few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the highlight was at the end, at night, where we have the first ever 'Parents Appreciation Night'. Seriously, BB boys aren't cut to go soft in their heart. Haha. But I believe in the parents' sight, whatever effort they did, was a blockbuster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, went to watch TRANSFORMERS. Let me just try to name everyone that was there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrine, May, Joyce, Darius, Kelwin, Wai Kit, Kenneth Lee, Kenneth Kueh, Kenny, Derrick, Alvin, Weida, Weida's brother, Ziyi and myself!!  I hope I didn't miss out anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special mention to Weida for getting the tickets. Appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND 'TRANSFORMERS' is a must watch! Even if you are not an action packed movie kind of person, this might change your whole idea of action pack!! I say it's better than a lot of movies I've watch this year, like Fantastic Four, Spiderman 3, Pirates of the Caribbean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing stuffs, I hope they get an Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, that's an update of my movie plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers, watched. Left with Harry Potter, which I will be watching with (Ng) Huimin in 2 weeks time and finally, The Simpsons Movie, which I think I will watch it alone. Well, I'm not a loner but with the guys going into army and I don't think Simpsons go well with the ladies, I should watch it alone. I think it will be a new experience! haha!&lt;br /&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/35782247-326402003214706214?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/326402003214706214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=326402003214706214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/326402003214706214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/326402003214706214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/transformers.html' title='Transformers'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-3840177924022605600</id><published>2007-06-29T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T01:57:49.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet up / Little brush with life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met up with Sarah (LIKE FINALLY!) and Joelyn at JEC pizza hut today before heading to Jeremy's place for a good time of Bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joelyn like always, is late. So Sarah and I went in first, and for being early, we get to choose what we want to eat and forced our choice on Joelyn. Haha! We chose this student's group thingy. 1 stuffed crust pizza and 1 just normal pizza, 4 bowls of soup and 4 glasses of Pepsi. Pizza size: really huge! haha! Couldn't finish man, so we had leftovers. But the deal was really good, really worth it. Killed time at IMM and than I headed to Jeremy's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang was good, been intro-ing Bang! to them. Haha, GREAT GAME ISN'T IT?! And Junjie, being a beginner, he was really good at the game. Highly doubt it was beginner's 'luck' man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And BS at night over at Tat Chuen's. Well, that sums up the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH TAN EN PING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared something during BS regarding my extended family, and although, I kind of wondered now if I should have but well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you peeps should know this, since there had been so many wrong impressions in the past. Apart from my father's cousins' side, I'm the only christian in the whole extended family. And you know, that is really tough for me sometimes. And it didn't help when one of my cousins was at his initial stage of being a christian, his father tore up the only Bible he had than. Although, I did see books like 'Bible Code 1 &amp; 2' on his book shelf, but it I don't see them anymore, it has now been replaced by Transformers' figurines (My cousin loves transformers and has some figurines that cost as much as a few thousands because of rarity.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these discourages me, and it sucks even more that now such things happen in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder sometimes, how has God encourage me as a christian and learn to work for Him? I never really gotten the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the week, I saw a lot of things that jolted some memories, really happy ones, but wish to forget. Like I saw a 大长今 VCD and I just smiled to myself. I wonder why things turned out like these sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not changing my stand. And never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could you ever justify what you have done and still doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-3840177924022605600?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/3840177924022605600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=3840177924022605600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3840177924022605600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3840177924022605600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/meet-up-little-brush-with-life.html' title='Meet up / Little brush with life'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-1507877431201567834</id><published>2007-06-26T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:54:57.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awwww~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just found out something sweet. And I'm really happy for the person. Finally eh? after so many months? haha! I guess that's the determination, something I never had....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And although, I'm sad that I wasn't the first to know which, in the past, I should have been. I'm happy, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The next time, could be my last, I can't afford another mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-1507877431201567834?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/1507877431201567834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=1507877431201567834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1507877431201567834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1507877431201567834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/awwww.html' title='awwww~'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-291486919394806549</id><published>2007-06-24T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T23:51:05.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm such a sucker for jiu cheng gao man! (You know the colourful kueh?! I tried to find out from Siti what's the malay word for it, TAKES FOREVER MAN! Oh welcome back to Singapore! haha). I was thinking to myself, I'm too full for food, but when I open the door of the fridge, supposedly to get a drink, I saw a jiu cheng gao, and I can't resist la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than, I was talking to Aining and than, Jeremy about donuts, and than it linked to the donuts 'farewell' party. All sorts of ideas came out, than I feel super sad for myself, the idea was to plan for people like Jen Wen and Samuel because they enter 2 weeks earlier than me but it seemed like I'm planning my own farewell party as well. I feel so sad for myself.&lt;br /&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/35782247-291486919394806549?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/291486919394806549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=291486919394806549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/291486919394806549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/291486919394806549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-4891054140181074158</id><published>2007-06-23T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:24:36.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In case you were wondering what Jeremy and I were talking on my tagboard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;awwwww~~&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/35782247-4891054140181074158?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/4891054140181074158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=4891054140181074158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4891054140181074158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4891054140181074158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/whatever.html' title='whatever~'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-3981864997900378198</id><published>2007-06-23T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:30:54.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pics from Lydia's father's camera arrived.... LIKE FINALLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnwGq2o1FlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6q_nSZHpoG4/s1600-h/Aining,+me+and+Lydia-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnwGq2o1FlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6q_nSZHpoG4/s200/Aining,+me+and+Lydia-edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078941813058115154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aining, myself and Lydia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnwHE2o1FmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XA8_60wRCeE/s1600-h/Lydia-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnwHE2o1FmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XA8_60wRCeE/s200/Lydia-edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078942259734713954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lydia and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-3981864997900378198?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/3981864997900378198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=3981864997900378198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3981864997900378198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3981864997900378198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/graduation-part-2.html' title='Graduation part 2'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnwGq2o1FlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/6q_nSZHpoG4/s72-c/Aining,+me+and+Lydia-edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-8697215110288814173</id><published>2007-06-22T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:50:23.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies plans update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okie, my movie plans is going horribly wrong, Shrek 3 is definitely shelved, I can't find anybody for Ocean's Thirteen so, oh well, shall look forward to Harry Potter and most probably Transformers.&lt;br /&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/35782247-8697215110288814173?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/8697215110288814173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=8697215110288814173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8697215110288814173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8697215110288814173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/movies-plans-update-burdens.html' title='Movies plans update'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-1850974632921342451</id><published>2007-06-21T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:57:37.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okie.. I'm back to talk about the camp. I'm going to sleep real soon to recover my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, there's nothing much to blog about for the first day because I'm like just wondering around the school compound wondering and when is time for Drill Test, just be the tester. Haven't been doing my drills for quite sometime, I hope my marking was good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second night was just me driving my car around! Haha! SAFETY CAR DRIVER LEH! Although, it wasn't called into use to pick suffering boys up and bring them back to school, I've been ferrying the committee around to their places. And the whole night was just me driving through the night, longest time I was behind the wheel, a whole 8hours! (Of course got breaks in between.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe is a concern for the boys even though we usually do not have boys that young going for Leadership Development Course (LDC) camp, and their performances during the camp was really bad, a lot of individualistic thinkings and very little of teamwork. And I say the same for the committee and their batch even at sec 3 holding leadership roles, they haven't been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as years pass, I'm still excited about the prospect of these two levels, knowing very well they have the ability to become better than their seniors. They may play now, but someday, they will grow to become men that will lead the company forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Stop trying to 'eng siew' me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-1850974632921342451?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/1850974632921342451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=1850974632921342451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1850974632921342451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1850974632921342451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-5031857103790965015</id><published>2007-06-21T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T11:22:59.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okie... I just came back from the BB hike to return the car, I used as safety vehicle, so my brother can drive to work. And now, I'm online, resting for awhile, and going to return back to camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;DEDICATED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; BB officer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update when I come back, sleep, recover and when I get online.. cya laters!&lt;br /&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/35782247-5031857103790965015?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/5031857103790965015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=5031857103790965015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5031857103790965015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5031857103790965015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-1656632124954738208</id><published>2007-06-19T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T09:34:45.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, I just have to update this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chatting with Ervin (the FMSS guy) online now, and yar, he's one of my childhood friends, together with people like Tammy Yap and AMRITPAL SING! (WAHAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we talked about the different people that used to live in the same 'Kampong Dover' .. haha.. and I really miss those days. I found my love for a lot of things at that age, like soccer (haha). I first played HDB block soccer when I was age 4. Amazing stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we moved on to talking about primary school. And he mentioned a name, Davin. Haha! I've haven't heard that name since FMSS days la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remembered talking about the 4-man(boys) group here on this blog. And if we were some big time group, than Davin was the personal assistant or spokesperson for us! HAHA! He was really close to the four of us then, just that the four of us, as a group, we just love doing things within ourselves. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah~~ Childhood and primary school... haha&lt;br /&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/35782247-1656632124954738208?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/1656632124954738208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=1656632124954738208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1656632124954738208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1656632124954738208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/childhood.html' title='Childhood'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-5484205427191905649</id><published>2007-06-19T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:24:59.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated add on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And just to add on to the updated part. There are lots of people I want to meet. Like the councilors, I hope Hannah keeps to her promise about meeting up before I go in! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2E people&lt;br /&gt;Some polymates&lt;br /&gt;Some BB mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few close friends to meet on one-on-one basis. Because I believe sharing goes the deepest when we share one-to-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already meeting (Ng) Huimin for Harry Potter, hope I can make more dates for more people! =)&lt;br /&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/35782247-5484205427191905649?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/5484205427191905649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=5484205427191905649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5484205427191905649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5484205427191905649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/updated-add-on.html' title='Updated add on'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-5855396477858244679</id><published>2007-06-18T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:05:39.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last 'hurrah'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My boring weekends continues... even though it's Monday already la.... Act like jet lag can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been reading about people going overseas, and I sure want to do that again. And although, I would love to go to countries in Europe, or Japan or Korea.. But I think a place like Batam will do fine for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking I should try convincing my parents to allow me to go to Batam alone. I think I can do it, it will be a very personal retreat. Just me, myself and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why Batam? Well, because a lot of my friends have went and came back. Like (Ng) Huimin went to Batam few months ago, Jeremy is still there and will be back later, Derrick and Ziyi went there for a joint retreat, Lydia's going there to build a house. Like to see what's all the hoo-ha over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots of questions to ask myself and God, and maybe a trip like this will benefit me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my trip plan fails, Johnny, can you ask your dad if there's any room left in Trader's Hotel?! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Updated:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? Jeremy just came back from Batam and he told me it sucks. Great. Derrick asked if I want to go Perth but the air tickets to and fro is $700++ which by right is really decent but I don't have $700++. Okie, I do have but after I pay for the tickets there, I will be left with almost nothing to spend la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself sometimes, like being really reflective. And going to the army puts me through a lot of thinking. And that's really bad. I was just telling Medeline last night, I feel like an old man, like does nothing (those that want to say something about this. SHUT!), and just sit there and think... pretty old eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wake up super early even though I can sleep like REALLY LATE at night? So, I have to wonder how?! How to be young again?! haha&lt;br /&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/35782247-5855396477858244679?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/5855396477858244679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=5855396477858244679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5855396477858244679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5855396477858244679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-last-hurrah.html' title='One last &apos;hurrah&apos;'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2348389310366981313</id><published>2007-06-17T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T15:11:55.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Be There?? / Army</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been hooked on this song, it's super lullaby la! Very comforting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/viMCFnMR0T/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/viMCFnMR0T/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I were blue, would you be there for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And whisper in my ears that's okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you stand by me, let me hold you tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And say you love me one more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I feel good, would you slow dance with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And touch my lips with tender love and care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you die for me, would you run with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And never look back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you be there to love, to be with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to take my breath away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you be there to love, to be with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to take my breath away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I'm away, would you still think of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And wished that you would hold me now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you die for me, would you run with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you be there to love, to be with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to take my breath away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you be there to save my soul tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you say that you'll always be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to kiss my pain away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you be there to love, to be with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to take my breath away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you be there to save my soul tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you say that you'll always be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to kiss my pain away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Would you be there, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother asked about my army stuffs and details, I think it's great that I have a lot of friends that have been through army. Every question my mother asked, I could answer them! Haha! I'm good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once I read on Sarah's blog about army and how it is a waste of time for certain people but will do a whole lot of good for some, and than she say her brother is one fine example of one that needs it really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so disagree! Haha! I think going to serve the nation has its pros and cons but never have I met someone that goes into army and comes out the same person (no change). But of course there's a twist to it, not everyone improves, there are people who goes in and come out a worse person. I've also heard of people needing psychological treatment (I'm serious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want army to do this for me:&lt;br /&gt;I want my old secondary school self back. I think I've becoming very very slack after leaving Fairfield, which although I tried very hard to kick off that attitude, it's still there no matter how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how did I become so slack? I don't know, maybe being too busy then was really a bad thing. Once I leave Fairfield, I wanted to just rest and relax, and take more slacks as possible.. And it becomes more of a habit, and now it's just sian. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear NS, please do this for me, make me hardworking. HAHA&lt;br /&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/35782247-2348389310366981313?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2348389310366981313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2348389310366981313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2348389310366981313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2348389310366981313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/would-you-be-there.html' title='Would You Be There?? / Army'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-4090232005821912142</id><published>2007-06-17T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:40:32.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Boring weekends ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My weekends were so boring that I've decided to come here and blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now, it's so boring that I don't know what to blog... So, anyway, I'm on track for the movies plans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RECAP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's left:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shrek the Third (Still on the balance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix (Made PLANS!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Transformers (Most probably going to be realistic!)&lt;br /&gt;Ocean's Thirteen (Very Desperate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because it's been quite sometime since I've watched a Hong Kong movie on cinemas, this one is in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooked On You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Papa's Day Lunch just now, at Crystal Jade (Suntec). So like that, quite boring eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasions ain't exactly a big thing in the Liu family, for birthdays, Mama's and Papa's Days are usually just meals. Oh well, TRADITIONAL, TRADITIONAL!&lt;br /&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/35782247-4090232005821912142?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/4090232005821912142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=4090232005821912142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4090232005821912142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4090232005821912142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/most-boring-weekends-ever.html' title='Most Boring weekends ever...'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-5237173732727152537</id><published>2007-06-16T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:15:14.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was just sitting there, thinking.... After I have super eventful weekdays, this week.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT AM I GOING TO DO FOR THE WEEKENDS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's in Batam, Samuel's going to Australia later tonight, Jen Wen's in Malaysia. What sia?!&lt;br /&gt;And the initial plan to meet the 2E people on Sunday is going to fail! TELL ME WHAT AM I GOING TO DO THIS WEEKEND?! TELL ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if I'm not going to update this week again, I will be away at BB camp! Going to teach a lesson on 'Leadership' and another on 'Instructional Techniques' ... Stress!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. I've got a date for Harry Potter!! That's one off my list too!! haha!! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.. I'm lost on what to do now... the weekends are coming.... oh it's here already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what now??&lt;br /&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/35782247-5237173732727152537?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/5237173732727152537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=5237173732727152537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5237173732727152537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5237173732727152537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-8736255465521892279</id><published>2007-06-15T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:31:59.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Events / Yiping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I gave up waiting for the other pictures to arrive so I shall blog on what I have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnFnlWo1FgI/AAAAAAAAADo/rkRa9uoMGBI/s1600-h/Aining.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnFnlWo1FgI/AAAAAAAAADo/rkRa9uoMGBI/s200/Aining.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075952146452911618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aining.. The settlers addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnFn22o1FhI/AAAAAAAAADw/FO2muQrYwPY/s1600-h/Siti.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnFn22o1FhI/AAAAAAAAADw/FO2muQrYwPY/s200/Siti.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075952447100622354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti Rabaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnFoI2o1FiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wihhieRLUgQ/s1600-h/Tabi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnFoI2o1FiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wihhieRLUgQ/s200/Tabi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075952756338267682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;TABI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnFpfGo1FkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/H_Rlvi4Om3A/s1600-h/Boys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnFpfGo1FkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/H_Rlvi4Om3A/s200/Boys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075954238101984834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Guys of A05!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnFoq2o1FjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fDllGJKdEZA/s1600-h/Yiping2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnFoq2o1FjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fDllGJKdEZA/s200/Yiping2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075953340453819954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yiping!! (I think I have a crooked mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got lots lots more, I was everywhere in the convention taking photos. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friendship with Yiping escalated tremendously the past few days, nothing SPECIAL, (if I hear you people's hearts right). Just advanced from project mates to normal good friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only thing that's special about it is how she opened up to me about the issue in my final semester's class. I remembered how she and her pal have this rift with this other person. And she told me her side of the story. And I'm glad she did because it really did clear up some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although, I've always maintained my stand on being neutral, well, I couldn't take sides because both are my friends, and although I'm closer to Yiping, doesn't mean I'm a main person in that issue. But it did clear my question on 'What's Yiping's side of the story?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last thing to clear up is, to my groupies in my final sem class: although, I've complained lots about her and how she always makes fun of me and stuffs like that, I don't hate her! I mean I do the same to her la! Or rather I do the same to everyone! haha! Yup, just to clear that up because I always have this feeling that you people thought I hated her. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, WHO HAS YET TO WATCH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHREK THE THIRD&lt;/span&gt;?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-8736255465521892279?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/8736255465521892279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=8736255465521892279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8736255465521892279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8736255465521892279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/graduation-events-yiping.html' title='Graduation Events / Yiping'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6LsLjd2QTbo/RnFnlWo1FgI/AAAAAAAAADo/rkRa9uoMGBI/s72-c/Aining.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-398956067323898581</id><published>2007-06-11T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:29:12.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm finally, officially, graduated from Ngee Ann. Like graduation is always the time when from then onwards, you forget the ones that are deemed insignificant (or made themselves insignificant) and remember the lovely ones that are really important. Which means, once you get your first prints of your career name cards, these people are the ones that will be the first to receive them. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some people, today will be the last I see of them (or the last they see of me); the important lovely ones, will be met frequently, hopefully. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm still trying to get the photos from the rest and hoping to be hardworking enough to download the videos from my latest VIDEO CAMCORDER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking at those prize recipients get up on stage to receive their certs and 'gimmicks', I thought to myself, "If I were to redo my whole poly, which of these prize I will aim to get?". I ended off thinking, "Special Award Certificate (National Sportsperson)" It's no secret, I love sports, and representing Singapore was one of my many dreams, (an important one), but I guess I have to be realistic, my knees hurt even when walking long distances. Haiz! Well, Raihan is good for being a national sprinter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu Ngee Ann! Bonjour new phase of life!&lt;br /&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/35782247-398956067323898581?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/398956067323898581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=398956067323898581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/398956067323898581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/398956067323898581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-3760122073434570435</id><published>2007-06-10T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T15:44:42.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lijia, can you keep your calm for a day? If not, just a few hours?...&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/35782247-3760122073434570435?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/3760122073434570435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=3760122073434570435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3760122073434570435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3760122073434570435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-8333430583113440726</id><published>2007-06-05T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:41:59.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How would it be if....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;I went swimming alone after like YEARS. Amazed by my stamina.. it....... SUCKS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I was aiming 10 laps, the first lap felt like 100m (competition pool is only 50m) and my arms begun to ache after the 2nd. In the end, I only managed 5laps. MY GOODNESS! I used to be able to manage 20laps and still want more......... in primary school. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of the pool after like half an hour, packed up and thought of visiting 飞跃 child care services (or was it 飞越？) to find Pamela, but it didn't look like you can just enter, I mean it makes sense right? We are talking about children, how can outsiders just enter like that? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just headed to WestMall to get some stuffs, in the midst exploring the neighbourhood there.&lt;br /&gt;I think the area there is more happening than my place. There's like KFC?! McDonalds?! Good coffeshops?! lots of other shops?! and more importantly, nearer to the train station?! Haha! That was like the first time I actually explore that area. I should just ask Rachel to exchange places with me! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I talked about my swimming here on this blog before, but I think I will just do it now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered clearly my instructor was Louis, I call him Uncle Louis but I stopped since when I was just Primary 3. It was my decision to stop because I was afraid of competitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to take part in a competition that competes with others around my age, nation-wide. Uncle Louis told me I was the first person he is sending for a competition, he told me I could make it big. He told me I could be training with Ang Peng Siong. But I was pretty fazed by the word 'competition'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love swimming and although the training, if I looked back now, was tough, it didn't quite matter as long as I could swim. But it was only for leisure (in the mind of a kid then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how will it be now for me if I didn't quit... National swimmer? hahaha... nar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-8333430583113440726?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/8333430583113440726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=8333430583113440726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8333430583113440726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8333430583113440726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-would-it-be-if.html' title='How would it be if....'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-853392076535662802</id><published>2007-06-04T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:38:22.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunkin' Donuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jeremy and I were looking at this Dunkin' Donuts online site for Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.zlhub.per.sg/dd/index.htm/"&gt;http://www.zlhub.per.sg/dd/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Before we go there let me just explain a bit about Dunkin' Donuts. If you know The Donuts Factory at Raffles, it's more or less the same concept. Dunkin' Donuts is the largest in the world and many of the donuts chains like The Donuts Factory took on the concept from them. So there you have it, Dunkin' Donuts. And of course, there is Krispy Kreme which is even better (in my opinion) that came out even earlier than them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So anyway, Jeremy and I were looking at the site and we noticed there's this corporate order thing where if you order $300 worth of donuts, you will get a free delivery to your place (Not that the free delivery mattered). So we were thinking, before anybody goes in to NS, we should have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;DONUTS TEA PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Smart idea right?1?!?!?! Just that, we need a place to hold it, and we were thinking about The Queens condominium where Aaron and Brian reside in. Exciting stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sarah, can you buy two boxes of donuts, that should be 12 donuts, from &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Krispy Kreme &lt;/span&gt;and DHL/Fedex to Singapore for me? THANKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-853392076535662802?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/853392076535662802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=853392076535662802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/853392076535662802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/853392076535662802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/dunkin-donuts.html' title='Dunkin&apos; Donuts'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2582482758490936719</id><published>2007-06-03T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:55:51.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eccentric / Movies Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I had one of the funniest experience today. I was supposed to meet Huimin to collect some stuffs I bought from Cindy (the stuffs are with Huimin) and during the trip I had this unique experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was on the train from Bukit Batok to Jurong East, I heard some wolf-whistles. At first I thought it was quite weird but pass it off as some person's sms tone (I even thought of making an sms tone like that). Then afterwards, during the transition to go to outram, I saw this old man, he saw this pretty and hot girl walking towards his direction and he went like "Oh my god!" very loudly and wanted to put his fingers into his mouth to make a wolf whistle but he pulled back seeing that the girl was super near him. Haha!! Afterwards, I have no idea why, but he was dancing cha-cha to a tune he was humming. Haha, eccentric people makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've made plans to watch 3 movies so far. Shrek the Third, either Hula Girls or Blades of Glory and &lt;b&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End&lt;/b&gt; and although I want to watch 'Spider Lilies' by Rainie Yang, that's R21 so quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm left with a list of shows to watch in June and July:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean's Thirteen&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer&lt;br /&gt;The Girl Who Leapt Through Time&lt;br /&gt;Men in white&lt;br /&gt;Transformers&lt;br /&gt;My Wife is a Gangster 3&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(It's down here because the initial plan is canceled and pending a new one. Crap!)(Edited 2: Oh it's back up to planned list again because I just made a 2nd plan.. hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like watching Harry Potter, but I need to watch the rest of the Harry Potters first. And than, there's also a whole list of movies I've yet to explore. HAHA! Movies before army, I think I will set aside hundred bucks for movies in June and July.. AND YOU PEOPLE BETTER DON'T GO LIKE 'WAH!!', I'm going to army so I'm allowed to splurge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about the 2E group that doesn't change and maybe will never change. I will see what happens once I go to the army. But I still love them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-2582482758490936719?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2582482758490936719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2582482758490936719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2582482758490936719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2582482758490936719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/eccentric-movies-galore.html' title='Eccentric / Movies Galore'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-6030271485198457983</id><published>2007-06-03T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T01:24:39.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies... Slow Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amazing how time flies isn't it? It's June already! That means half a year is swifting pass me. Makes me question 'how have I live this half a year?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a personal liking for the shirt I used to wear that has these 'Slow Down' words in front and a old Ferarri engine behind. I like the shirt because of the slogan. Are you slowing down to think how your life has been? Or are you too busy to spare that little time to reflect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down my dearest readers... Whether you are working now to pass time while your next education (or semester) comes along or you are like me, dreading the wait before Uncle Sam (NS: WE WANT YOU!) comes to pick you up. Slow down to think about your loved ones, collect your memories and put pointers to improve yourself. Do something you will enjoy doing and come back rejuvenated to fight more battles to win this war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;休息是为了要走更长的路! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(something was wrong with my language bar, I had to translate the words at dictionary.com from english one by one. Heng, I smart.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLOW DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LYDIA, I WANT THOSE PHOTOS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-6030271485198457983?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/6030271485198457983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=6030271485198457983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6030271485198457983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6030271485198457983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-flies-slow-down.html' title='Time flies... Slow Down'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2025691868357877687</id><published>2007-06-01T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T01:04:36.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BS / Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Went for BS lesson today at Tat Chuen's. I must say, Stephen had been great today. Super active, must be because it's in the afternoon, and it was play time. And Alvin, I must agree that SQ should just open a childcare centre. Man, seeing Stephen made me really happy today, miss the kid real much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hannah and Joelyn went to Tat Chuen's as well to see the newborn and to visit the family. It was a good time catching up with them, especially Hannah, my 'head', it's been a year since I've seen her. Well, still the same I must say. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Miss the times when we were still in council, and as head and deputy, when we had differences in a lot areas but still come to a consensus in the end. We were the best partners man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Shrek 3! Although, I've yet to watch Pirates, but I'm more desperate to watch Shrek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just before I finish, Daniel Goh is in commandos! MY GOODNESS! How did that happen?!&lt;br /&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/35782247-2025691868357877687?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2025691868357877687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2025691868357877687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2025691868357877687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2025691868357877687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/06/bs-movies.html' title='BS / Movies'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-6541408214078245563</id><published>2007-05-30T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T02:33:25.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gave up waiting for the Phuket pictures. I figured by the time the pictures arrive, the whole Phuket memories would have been gone by then. So if you really want to see the pictures, head over to &lt;a href="http://shroomsoupwithoranges.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_26.html"&gt;Johnny's blog&lt;/a&gt; and watch the 'Rock You' slide show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered thinking to myself at the beach, that problems will always be there, a hectic and paranoid state of mind will be there as well. I can choose to run away or face them. I've decided facing them, I've done this before for a few years, what will another few years be to me? I wish by then, I won't have to miss out opportunities in life. I hope to do things I will enjoy but now, getting my life back on track is a priority, even if it means grinding for another few years. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still considering whether or not, I should go for graduation. Although, I've already &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bought&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;collected&lt;/span&gt; the graduation attire, but I don't have the urge to wear them and make an appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tabi, I'm not prepared, or want to be prepared, to take that picture.... Because even if I do go for graduation, I'd most probably hang around to talk to a few people, take a few pics with people and than leave. As for that act-like-happy picture, I feel like staying away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Sarah, I DON'T SEE YOU ONLINE ON SKYPE TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you on AOL now?! hahaha&lt;br /&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/35782247-6541408214078245563?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/6541408214078245563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=6541408214078245563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6541408214078245563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6541408214078245563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/05/phuket.html' title='Phuket'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-3118698586386034656</id><published>2007-05-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T14:48:20.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sermon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Been reading some blogs and I thought I share what Pastor Barnard said at sermon that day. A small quote but meaningful quote from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sharing to the congregation about when he was waiting for his turn to be interviewed for his ordination, he met this lady outside the room. He was telling us that he had a chat with the lady and the lady told him that she was very nervous. Pastor told the lady this, "You are nervous because you want to hear the word 'Yes' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what else he said, but this other quote is from Tiffy's blog, "you are anxious because you want to hear a 'yes'. and when that happens, you want to be God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's going to be a "friendship hierarchy" change in my life, communicating with certain people and having the feeling of closeness had become different now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-3118698586386034656?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/3118698586386034656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=3118698586386034656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3118698586386034656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3118698586386034656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/05/sermon.html' title='Sermon'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-6274910893631180117</id><published>2007-05-26T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:47:00.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A time for another celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This week, a new born has join our lives!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tat Chuen's (Mr. Wee) and Joyce's (Mrs. Wee) new baby girl......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lydia Wee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Will be visiting the family later, I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, a lot of Lydias ah&lt;br /&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/35782247-6274910893631180117?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/6274910893631180117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=6274910893631180117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6274910893631180117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6274910893631180117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-for-another-celebration.html' title='A time for another celebration'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-8727553823406511729</id><published>2007-05-24T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:51:54.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost died / Peining / Melissa and Lance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I almost died driving, heng I was alert, or I could have been dead now. Ask me when you see me, too traumatised to blog it down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on to the primary school thing, Peining just added me on msn. And I must say, I'm pretty disappointed in her, she changed a lot but not for the better. I always see her as someone that has a very strong character and not easily swayed. But what I see in her now is something I still don't believe. Oh well... I hope she is at least happy with her life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just read signs from blogs that Melissa and Lance are tying the knot this week. I am really happy for them although Melissa is pretty young, 1 or 2 years older than me?? But they look good together and deserve every blessings from the people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the choice to get married was because of Melissa's father, but I believe they truly love each other and by God's plans, they are meant for each other. Yup, happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be going to the ceremony, well, not close to them to receive an invitation card, but they have my blessings =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In a hundred years, I will lie next to you. Whoever you are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-8727553823406511729?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/8727553823406511729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=8727553823406511729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8727553823406511729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8727553823406511729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/05/almost-died-peining-melissa-and-lance.html' title='Almost died / Peining / Melissa and Lance'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2676946207424533132</id><published>2007-05-24T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:16:55.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Special Mention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Another special mention for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;sarahtanenping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. It's different to see your tags compared to talking to you through the phone or face-to-face. Get online once in a while, yar?! You are being missed =)&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/35782247-2676946207424533132?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2676946207424533132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2676946207424533132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2676946207424533132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2676946207424533132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-special-mention.html' title='Another Special Mention'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-4066763479106564665</id><published>2007-05-24T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:36:08.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulse thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone once told me that there are people that can do a lot and never have that sort of special impact in other people's live and there are people that does little but they have that special impact on others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha, I feel like being at that point where I'm tired of blogging. Like you see less updates from me kind of thing? haha.. I hope I reach there soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still can't blog about Phuket because I don't have the pictures, yet. But I've always believed that special mention (appreciation/giving of credits) should not wait because it will lack the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So special mention to LAW AINING for planning the trip and the pictures. I think it's really commendable to arrange the air tickets, get the resorts and planning the trip, a lot by herself. And although, certain areas of the trip is not what she expected (like missing the elephant trekking), she made the trip enjoyable for us. Appreciate it =)&lt;br /&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/35782247-4066763479106564665?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/4066763479106564665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=4066763479106564665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4066763479106564665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/4066763479106564665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/05/impulse-thoughts.html' title='Impulse thoughts'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-5299080626596442656</id><published>2007-05-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:20:39.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hey peeps, I'm back from a 4-days get away in Phuket, Thailand. I TOLD YOU PEEPS I WILL BE AWAY! (Highlight the bottom of the previous post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shall not blog until I received the photos from Aining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my second trip to Phuket and to Patong beach, nevertheless, it was fun and reflective, considering my previous trip there was when I was in sec 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will fill you in once I get the photos! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-5299080626596442656?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/5299080626596442656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=5299080626596442656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5299080626596442656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5299080626596442656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2334401110244844069</id><published>2007-05-18T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T10:28:31.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after army</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just received the SMU's letter, I've got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;rejected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, I'm pretty calm about this one as compared to NTU, not that I expected it (I expected nothing), but I put NUS' higher than SMU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Accepted in SIM (RMIT) accountancy, but the last thing I want to do is to go for a part-time course. Accountancy there is part-time, so my school starts from 7pm - 10pm, which was not ideal. So I shall leave it alone first, till I reapply for the universities again next year, hopefully the chances are higher with the whole bunch of the dragons out of the picture. I wonder why the rabbit is put before the dragon or for that matter, near the dragon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(Oh, please don't tell me the zodiacs' story where the rabbit just jump between the dragon and tiger while they were quarreling. Seriously, if it was true, I think the rabbit is just stupid. Like jump in between the 2 most auspicious animals as the Chinese believe them to be. If this story was true, I will find that rabbit and torment it for life.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It dawned on me that, apart from Australia, working is another option. I've got 2 years to worry about, so while I 'keng' in army and reading some story books, I will be able to think better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Will be away, be back in 4 =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-2334401110244844069?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2334401110244844069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2334401110244844069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2334401110244844069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2334401110244844069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-after-army.html' title='Life after army'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-7595407977160776066</id><published>2007-05-16T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T09:54:43.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, a lot of things reminded me of primary 5 - 6 period. Which I think it's totally spastic but nostalgic at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like I've been commenting on Sarah's blog about the time she came to class to give out party bags, which I have no memory of, and Lydia Koh has been messaging me on friendster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I used to have this small clique of four. And although Jen Wen had already been my best friend than, this clique is different. Mrs Heng, our form teacher than, see us as the most notorious grouping in class, and she went as far as commenting, "I know there's a guy's gang and a girl's gang in this class, and I know who the leaders are, and they control the different genders, so they better watch out." The opinion of the class was quite divided on who was the leader for the girl's side, it was either Zhi Ling or Pei Ning. But when she made that comment, I remembered Ruqin, Andrew Chia, Jonathan Liew and whoever that's around me, just turned around and stare at me. I remembered going something like "Whatever, there's no such 'gang' going on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I guess that's the notoriety of this group, I think it's safe to note the 4 people here. Gang Hao, Sam, Jonathan Yap and myself. We didn't give a name to ourselves but we just know that we are a group. We did lots of stupid things like, well, stealing the CDROMs from school?? [Oh, ask me on the details of that. Quite stupid to say the scenario now.] And music lessons were the most boring of all lessons, so we thought of something really stupid, like run out of the back door and run into the front and sit there to pretend and than run out of the front door and in from the back, and we keep doing that when the teacher was distracted with something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the group was seen as rotten because we play soccer with the most misbehaved bunch of people in the school. But we weren't exactly that bad. Just when you are in a really naughty class, and when they needed a scapegoat, the fingers are usually pointed to us. Ah~~ those were the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But now, we have splitted, Jonathan Yap went to a different stream, Sam and I had some misunderstandings, I had the chance to work with Gang Hao at BB level but still wasn't that close as before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nostalgic... Childish and carefree period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-7595407977160776066?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/7595407977160776066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=7595407977160776066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/7595407977160776066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/7595407977160776066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/05/primary-school.html' title='Primary School'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2652394139293752453</id><published>2007-05-14T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:06:07.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciating Samuel entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm reaching the last episode of Smallville's season 6.&lt;br /&gt;I always think that there are two sides of everyone, good and bad, and also the base nature of any person is good. But it needs to be watched and groomed well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's take for example, Lex Luthor, the villain of the show. The first few seasons of smallville showed Lex Luthor to be a nice guy but soon later, he became a power hunger and self-centered person. And Clark Kent is just different, he's groomed well from young, lives in a country side, and is "personal-lessons" driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it's appreciating Samuel entry! Shall appreciate him. Well, I've been pretty frustrated about a lot of things and I just blew up a lot lately. Running my mouth on anything and everything possible. Well, I guess friendships, work , money and family have a lot to play in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the appreciating part, like Samuel telling me things about the friendship part and hearing all those complaints which really helps a lot, making sure I don't go overboard. Well, every Lex Luthor, you need a friend like Clark Kent to keep in check. [That's of course, until Lex overpowered Clark in terms of attitude]. So yup, THANKS, appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smallville rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a letter from Chloe to Clark in the 'Fever' episode: (awww~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="storytext" id="storytext" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Dearest Clark;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to let you in on a secret. I'm not who you think I am. In fact, my disguise is so thin I'm surprised you haven't seen right through me. I'm the girl of your dreams masquerading as your best friend. Sometimes I want to rip off the façade like I did at the spring formal. But I can't because you'll get scared and you'll run away again. So I decided that it's better than live with the lie than expose my true feelings. My dad said there are two types of girls -- the ones you grow out of and the ones you grow into. I really hope I'm the latter. I may not be the one you love today, but I'll let you go for now, hoping one day you'll fly back to me. Because I think you're worth the wait.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love Always,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your Chloe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9B9tlsEpzHo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9B9tlsEpzHo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/35782247-2652394139293752453?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2652394139293752453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2652394139293752453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2652394139293752453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2652394139293752453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/05/appreciating-samuel-entry.html' title='Appreciating Samuel entry'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2439323112433356922</id><published>2007-05-13T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T14:16:14.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NTU application</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've just got rejected by NTU. The feeling really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I think it sucks to know that all my other friends that performed about the same as I did applied for other faculties, they managed to get it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that the business faculty in NTU has to be the most difficult to attain a place, in fact business faculty in any University here is tough competition. Really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when all through out poly, I set out to get into a university in Singapore and because of one LAST freak semester, where anything and everything bad happened to me and it affected my mood to study. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we can't say life is fair, can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back home at 3a.m and found my dad still awake, wanted to ask him, "What now?" since I got rejected from NTU. But we ended up watching Real Madrid beat Espanyol in the Spanish La Liga. AND MY, IT WAS A GREAT MATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think we talked enough about the topic already, it's quite clear cut. So well.....&lt;br /&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/35782247-2439323112433356922?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2439323112433356922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2439323112433356922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2439323112433356922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2439323112433356922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/05/ntu-application.html' title='NTU application'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-6691868572231342806</id><published>2007-05-08T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:39:51.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well.. okie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm quitting my job at my cousins place, seriously, I've been waiting for this day to come but I just don't know why I took so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't leave without giving them my most honest assessment regarding the company and I've decided to send them an email hoping that by being criticized by the youngest cousin of our generation hits them in their pride, and with that, they will wake up their ideas and start doing things properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, some people needs to take it the hard way before they really learn. Even when I told them nicely they shouldn't be doing certain things, it didn't change at all on what they were doing. And believe me, some of these are really unethical.&lt;br /&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/35782247-6691868572231342806?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/6691868572231342806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=6691868572231342806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6691868572231342806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6691868572231342806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-okie.html' title='well.. okie'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-945004270835379933</id><published>2007-05-05T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T01:53:01.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wooo~~~ Just came back from a very fast supper with Johnston, Zhi Wei, Andrew, Rebecca and Tabi. I do mean really fast supper. But it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conclude that I wasn't a bully in primary school, no matter how much Rebecca will disagree, she just has this face that goes "Bully me!" .. LOL .. You should have seen what Andrew did to her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they started on the topic of relationships, although I'm a little blur on what they were talking about, I mean I don't think I'm very updated about the lives of the crusade people, don't think they will share their darkest or 'lightest' secrets with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still remember the "monk's hill", it was a decision I made because my mind and heart was in this state that even I myself couldn't quite comprehend. Those thoughts, feelings and actions, like everyday I will go 'why is this happening? and why is that happening?'. I think only the closest people will know. It was a barrier to protect myself and also not to hurt anybody around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think that state has passed and I'm accepting things the way it is. And although, getting hurt is the last thing I want to expose myself to, it's really stupid to stay single for life sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait till that one comes along and hopefully the one that is true and real, not looking for the fun of it. Till than, it's swinging to be single =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a reminder to Joelyn! I'm dating you next next week! KEEP A DAY FREE FOR LIJIA AKA V.I.P! I'm going to force you to share stuffs with me! haha! STRESS RIGHT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, I have a breakfast date with Wendy Chiang this Sunday, Fairsians remember her as the                            Christian Ministry Worker, Aldersgate's people know her as the spiritual mentor and Crusade people remember her as the legendary full-time staff. Seriously, I think a lot of my deals with her were made through msn, like making me camp commandant 2 years ago, asking me to visit Youthphoria (Youth Ministry) and now this breakfast date. I bet she's going to ask some unanswerable questions, and than ask me to go back to Youthphoria. She said she always thought she has some unfinished business with me after that camp that I planned. STRESS SIA!&lt;br /&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/35782247-945004270835379933?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/945004270835379933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=945004270835379933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/945004270835379933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/945004270835379933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/05/heart-issues.html' title='Heart Issues'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-688804354232716128</id><published>2007-05-03T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:03:03.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highest Peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Before I start, let me advertise Medeline's blog shop, she really serious about it. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fashion-deals.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fashion-deals.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More for the ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking at NUS' advert on the newspaper a couple of days ago. It shows a picture of the peak at Mount Everest. Than, they had this slogan talking about their own expedition team that went up there 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('Out of point' a bit, I'm feeling this burning sensation at my right arm and I have no idea why.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered during secondary school, I was quite an adventurous guy. I wanted to try a lot of things, and it ain't ordinary goals, like what I regard bungee jumping as. But it's more of skydiving, jungle trekking etc. etc. Something more of extreme sports. And believe it or not, 'conquering' Everest was one of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered searching high and low on the internet looking for expedition teams that do climbing hoping that one day I could manage that feat just like a small portion of the Singaporeans did. Even if it means reaching only the lowest tip of Everest, it is in itself a big achievement and a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so into adventure that neglect a lot of things. And when I couldn't make it into a JC after O'levels, I've decided to get my ideas right, putting studies as top priority. I'm not proud of the results I've achieved in poly but it is more than a stone throw away from what I was getting in Fairfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a little bit nostalgia when I look at the NUS advert, but the old drive I used to have has died down a little. But I'm still hoping that one day I may conquer the highest feat (literally) known to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of mountains, I'm still inspired by what the veteran Taiwanese singer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;凤飞飞, said on the now defunct Super Sunday show when she just released a new album after so many years. "以前我在山底下看上那座山时，我就跟我自己说，‘我要达到山顶上’，现在虽然已经到山顶了，但我还觉得我在山底下，但这次，我在准备爬一个不同的山。“&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/35782247-688804354232716128?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/688804354232716128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=688804354232716128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/688804354232716128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/688804354232716128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/05/highest-peak.html' title='Highest Peak'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-6324618392350161917</id><published>2007-04-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:36:28.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAN / NG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just had a chat with Kan Yiping, poly mates should recognise her as the top student in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been talking to her and tonight after seeing all her nicks like super negative, I've decided to go and have a chat with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stupid girl, I have this nick that goes ... "I may not be perfect, but parts of me are pretty AWESOME"... She went like "eeewww.... yar, your curly hair right?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost killed her... but haha, we are pretty good at "suaning" each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'm talking crap to everyone now, like Joelyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's telling me her new address, when her current place gets 'en block',  is 7-11. I went like "so I can buy The New Paper from you right?!", "Yar... 100% add on to the original price" .. "$1.40 for NEW PAPER?? Than, slurpee?" ... "$3" ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Done....&lt;br /&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/35782247-6324618392350161917?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/6324618392350161917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=6324618392350161917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6324618392350161917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6324618392350161917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/04/kan.html' title='KAN / NG'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-8783506621554831538</id><published>2007-04-28T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:26:57.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Have been watching Smallville and on the 4th season now.... Just something Lex Luthor said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"Just because you have the same blood running through your veins doesn't make you 'family'....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;.............. I take your family any day of the week"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-8783506621554831538?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/8783506621554831538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=8783506621554831538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8783506621554831538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8783506621554831538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/04/same-blood.html' title='Same Blood'/><author><name>Lijia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01275354404011555902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2163501868819938497</id><published>2007-04-27T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:59:33.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm on a job hunt!! Well, I know that I already have a job, but I don't want to say why I'm looking for another job because I feeling a bit high. And why am I high? Well, I'm too lazy to blog about the day's events so I'm going to go straight to talking about job hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the crusade people if they have any job 'lobangs', and somehow, I have no idea from where, Cafe Del Mar was suggested, and Kai Li went like, "I have a friend working at Cafe Del Mar, he's a bit sissy", I was like telling her, "I so don't need to know that!" but she thought I was working there already... haha... miscommunication. And than, I was thinking, do I need to look like I go to beach everyday? Thought about it, and than I told Joanna, "I think they will just reject me, I'm so white!" haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted a job that I think will be fun, because I've got like only 3 months before army. I found an opening on Jack Neo's new blog! He needs a Personal Assistant (PA) for mid May to end June, but that's in KL filming for his next movie. He wants someone from KL. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling Jen Wen now, that I wouldn't mind staying in KL for 1month+ and follow him around. Haha. Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of Jack Neo, but I don't worship the ground he steps on that I need to follow him around. The job is pretty simple in fact, just take loads of pictures of his work and the people around and blog it down on his new blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's really worth considering, I should think about it and email him. Haha, I know it will be really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in exact words from his blog, "i need to look for one PA from KL to assist me in my blog...young man or young girl (around 18-28) who knows how to take still digital pictures and using video camera...start work from 12 may to end june...meaning you have to follow me to all filming locations everyday..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, he did ask for a PA from KL, but I think it will be ok if I stay there for 1month =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, shall see how.. haha.. I don't know how my parents will take the news. Haha. Oh, he moved to Blogspot &lt;a href="http://jackneojackneo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jackneojackneo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-2163501868819938497?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2163501868819938497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2163501868819938497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2163501868819938497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2163501868819938497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/04/job-hunt.html' title='Job Hunt!'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-1104651171757514041</id><published>2007-04-24T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T00:38:40.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMU interview / Friends lots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had my SMU interview, well, it's quite an exciting trip to SMU. Like I met the DEAN of the School of Information System at the entrance, and I didn't know I was talking to the Dean until the security told me after we finished our conversation. Heng sia! I was about to crack a joke with the him. I'm glad I didn't. I think I will respect that guy if I know him in depth. Overheard the security about how he worked till the latest last night, and at 8am today, he appeared, like the first to enter the building. wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think SMU is pretty 'propaganda', like I spent one hour in this room, watching a video of students telling me how good the school is and another video of employers that hire interns from the school for internship saying how pleased the company is with the students. Than, around the room, there were posters of how good the school was. What I really wanted to know was 'WHAT IS THIS COURSE ABOUT?!'. I, seriously, don't care how good the school is because I know SMU well enough to know that the school is good. BUT I HAVE LITTLE TO NO KNOWLEDGE ABOUT THE COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to the interview, so they asked us some thinking question. One question is 'How many 10-litres buckets of water are needed to make Upper Peirce Reservoir overflow?". We needed to write the answer down on this paper, and the interviewers will collect it and later, we explain the answers. So I'm not sure were they looking for a smart answer or a technical answer. I just put my answer down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy who explained his answer went like, 'I estimated the breadth and width of the area and the depth, times them together to get the volume and divide by 10 to get the answer. So....' Than he gave all the figures and end up getting 100buckets. I was like 'okie'. Than, the next guy had a less technical answer, but still more on the technical side. And so did the next guy. Than I was like, 'Crap, I'm so dead'. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn to explain, (oh, my answer was 10,000buckets, the rest had A LOT lesser than that.) I told the interviewers, 'my answer is less technical, because I realised the key word was 'overflow' so it didn't really matter how many buckets of water you put in as long as you make it overflow. So I only considered that the water will flow to the sea and I need to pour the water fast enough, other than that, the 10,000buckets should be way more than enough!", I didn't know what they thought of my answer but well, up to them. There's this China girl, more 'fierce' than me, she said 1bucket. And her explanation "Because I assumed that the reservoir is already full!" .... I went 'WOW!' in my mind. haha, really cool answer, I mean if I were the interviewer, she gets 10pts from me but it's down to what they were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking last night, about the many friends I've lost since secondary school, and I had this really sad feeling deep down inside just before I KO-ed in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to say to all my current friends. I know I've done things that I may not be proud of but, if, just if, one day, we were to turn away from each other due to whatever irreconcilable differences, I want you to know I most probably did something for the benefit of you and for us, and have no intentions of hurting anybody. Till then (or hopefully never), I 'lub' all of you. (Can be loosely translated from hokkien, I 'beat' all of you. haha twits, I wonder if they know what they are saying sometimes! but yar, you get what I mean, right?)&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a special appearance in Samuel's comic... He really make a good one with my hair! lol.. so go to my links and click "Samuel's comics"&lt;br /&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/35782247-1104651171757514041?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/1104651171757514041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=1104651171757514041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1104651171757514041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1104651171757514041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/04/smu-interview-friends-lots.html' title='SMU interview / Friends lots'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-6563181061520615946</id><published>2007-04-23T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:19:17.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>梁智强's blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm glad I bought today's edition of 'The New Paper' because I was struggling to decide if I should buy it today, one of the very few rare occasions after I discovered my love for football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not really football related reasons that I'm glad I bought the papers. True enough I can't be more proud to see the soccer news today, Cristiano Ronaldo bagging the PFA player of the year award and the Young player of the year award, Manchester United had 8 players making it to the team of year (that's out of 11, mind you!) and nothing beats this soccer news, Sir Alex Ferguson given a merit award (I've always respected that man.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If I'm lucky enough to have any footballer from Man Utd to visit this blog, I want to tell the team that out of the treble (3 trophies) that they are vying for, I want them to win the Premiership the most.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, why was I glad I bought The New Paper, it's because of Jack Neo, I DIDN'T KNOW HE ACTUALLY BLOGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a fan of Jack Neo for like almost forever, and I'm just ecstatic to know he has a blog. Well, why was I a fan? I remembered I really love '搞笑行动' (Comedy  Night). The longest running local variety show ever. Like, let me see... about 5 years? or I think it's longer than that. And it didn't have a stop at all. Like most variety shows, they usually have a rest for a few months before they come up with a second run, but Comedy Night just keeps going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never imagine my excitement, really... I like Jack Neo not just because of his humour but also for his achievements, making a name for himself in this region, not forgetting he's probably one of the very few commoners in Singapore that actually dared challenge the government and even got a reply from Prime Minister Lee Hsein Loong, himself. And his arguments are really concrete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I respect that man, and although, the article is talking about him complaining about award presentation event in Hong Kong, I'm thrilled that I've learned about his blog. &lt;a href="http://i.cn.yahoo.com/jiekeliang"&gt;http://i.cn.yahoo.com/jiekeliang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-6563181061520615946?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/6563181061520615946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=6563181061520615946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6563181061520615946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6563181061520615946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/04/s-blog.html' title='梁智强&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-8539614030681449513</id><published>2007-04-20T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:15:17.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you know the first thing I thought of when I know that 27th July is my enlistment? (Sarah you better be so touched)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was fly to Melbourne and spend a week there!&lt;/span&gt; haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than I begin to search for good deals to get me there, but no matter how I search, the cheapest I can get is S$950+, and that's only like the flight there. There are accommodation and expenses to worry about. I have to be realistic about it. I mean I do still have 1month+ to go before June arrives but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M EARNING S$0&lt;/span&gt; at work now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to stay away from office today, to give myself some morale lift. Being in office really suck sometimes. It's tough to see so many people working hard for the same cause but all you need is one bad egg to spoil it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a good self-imposed day off. Like just spending the whole day at home, reflecting and plan ahead what I need to do before army starts. Friends and BB takes up a large part of the plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I should be meeting the Student Council Committee for dinner as soon as their "non-ending" exams finally finishes.&lt;br /&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/35782247-8539614030681449513?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/8539614030681449513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=8539614030681449513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8539614030681449513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8539614030681449513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/04/money-matters.html' title='Money Matters'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-8296036539927176054</id><published>2007-04-19T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:25:58.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time for the nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;        Good evening Mr LIU LIJIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your enlistment date is on 27-Jul-2007. Your reporting unit is TRAINING LIST BASIC MILITARY TRAINING CENTRE SCHOOL 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT SO LATE?!??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;And I've got an email from SMU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;APPLICATION FOR ADMISSION TO  SMU UNDERGRADUATE PROGRAMMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;Thank you for  your application for admission to the SMU’s undergraduate  programmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;We are pleased to  inform you that you have been shortlisted for an interview for the Bachelor of  Science (Information Systems Management) by the SMU Admissions Committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What on earth is that course??!!&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/35782247-8296036539927176054?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/8296036539927176054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=8296036539927176054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8296036539927176054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/8296036539927176054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-for-nation.html' title='The time for the nation'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-3696561911968296050</id><published>2007-04-19T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T01:39:04.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciating little things in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Met up with Derrick Ho and Clarence Cai to look through the upcoming BB website. I must say I'm very impressed with the level of work Clarence had given us. And although some areas require improvement, the website is nothing short of fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good chat with Derrick after that and I shared with him about the post on me not being able to trust anybody. I was telling him how it was the case every since back in the secondary school days when, more frequently than not, there will always be someone stabbing my back, and it just snowballs down to today and creating a paranoia. I shared about the dynamics of my group of friends where unedifying words are usually used on each other, maybe we believe that is how we communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to look back and say that it was a mistake to join the prefects or for BB to choose me as a key leader. As all persons, we should be forward looking and just leave the baggages of the past behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shared with Derrick on why I wanted so much to go overseas to study. It is mainly due to being around people that I know, and because of the fear of another back-stab. I feel that living in a foreign land, I don't have to watch my actions so much because I won't be with people that looks at what I do and if anything goes wrong, I won't 'earn' myself too much stabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being a &lt;/span&gt;风云人物(haha) in Fairfield, it was difficult to see that sad side of me. I didn't really enjoy secondary school days as much as my peers because of heavy responsibilities. True enough, responsibilities mature me, but I'm learning too much, too fast for my own good. On paper, I am 20 this year but my mind works like a 60 years-old. ( And no, there's nothing good about that line, I'm not complementing myself )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I should learn to let my hair down more and able to take the burdens off my shoulders. I will try as much not too be so hard on myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "blog hopped" to Valerie's blog. I read about this event when she witnessed a couple's fight and how as a complete stranger, Valerie was able to be the mediator between the couple. I admire her courage a lot to be able to do that. I was just thinking, if I were to be in Valerie's position, what would I do? I most probably just walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That point aside, I believe over the years from secondary school till now, I had my fair share of bad experiences, and not only that I've heard of break ups more than happy stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thought to myself.......)&lt;br /&gt;I think I won't blog about this topic, I will leave it to you people to probe me to share in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie ended off with this line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"I'm single and am appreciating it more everyday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So do I.... I think.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/35782247-3696561911968296050?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/3696561911968296050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=3696561911968296050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3696561911968296050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3696561911968296050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/04/appreciating-little-things-in-life.html' title='Appreciating little things in life'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-3599411163822377725</id><published>2007-04-17T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T01:49:57.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonderful Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I survey the                      wondrous cross&lt;br /&gt;                On which the Prince of Glory died&lt;br /&gt;                My richest gain I count but loss&lt;br /&gt;                And pour contempt on all my pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;See from his head,                      his hands, his feet&lt;br /&gt;                Sorrow and love flow mingled down&lt;br /&gt;                Did ever such love and sorrow meet&lt;br /&gt;                Or thorns compose so rich a crown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;O the wonderful                      cross, O the wonderful cross&lt;br /&gt;                Bids me come and die and find that I may truly live&lt;br /&gt;                O the wonderful cross, O the wonderful cross&lt;br /&gt;                All who gather here by grace draw near and bless&lt;br /&gt;                Your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Were the whole                      realm of nature mine&lt;br /&gt;                That were an offering far too small&lt;br /&gt;                Love so amazing, so divine&lt;br /&gt;                Demands my soul, my life, my all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Someday I will look back and laugh at myself for the things I didn't do and for the things I've shouldn't have done. For now, let me just regret it till I recover, life still needs to go on and someday, I might just find it.&lt;/span&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/35782247-3599411163822377725?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/3599411163822377725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=3599411163822377725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3599411163822377725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/3599411163822377725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/04/wonderful-cross.html' title='The Wonderful Cross'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-6066273551047316498</id><published>2007-04-16T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T01:49:38.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm not perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pow Wee came by to office to pick up envelopes, he's starting today for my company's courier service. My cousin was late so I went down with him to have my lunch (WOW! I usually don't have lunch!). But anyway, it was nice just to catch up with him and have a little chat. It was quite a DARING chat too! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here's a post about work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;IT SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.. the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nar... there's more. You know I've actually made lots of mistakes at work everyday but somehow I've always managed to 'keng' my way through. Well, I'm not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Moreover, I think the situation in office is getting serious which kind of affected my mood to work. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks not because of the above nor the fact I'm actually might not get paid. It sucks because I actually wanted to do relief teaching to get a better understanding but I can't leave the company as of yet, so I'm actually missing the opportunity to experience the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick! I having a very bad throat! That sucks too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this line sums up the whole post "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I may not be PERFECT but parts of me are pretty &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This game is best left for people that are good, I'm not good enough to play it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-6066273551047316498?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/6066273551047316498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=6066273551047316498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6066273551047316498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/6066273551047316498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-not-perfect.html' title='I&apos;m not perfect'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-5188600632906535318</id><published>2007-04-15T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:55:04.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OH! There are lots of tags.. So I'm going to reply them here on this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU PEOPLE REALLY TAG RUBBISH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hahaha... but please keep that up.. it's always nice to return tags, I always wonder why I tag on some people's blogs but I don't get a tag in return..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sarah: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Nar it's ok, it was more convenient for you to take the bus that day! I hope I raise 1K in time to go Melbourne in June. Sponsor me? lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-5188600632906535318?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/5188600632906535318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=5188600632906535318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5188600632906535318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/5188600632906535318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/04/tags.html' title='TAGS!'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-1163688864406180746</id><published>2007-04-12T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:35:45.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A message / Cousin / Tagboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a nice meeting with a friend yesterday but here's some words from me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we had this conversation that not only disgusted you but me as well, and you have no idea how many times I went "erghhh" in my head when I was driving. But we know this friend of your's treats you like her very good friend and she definitely takes serious considerations in your advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, we know that her actions might be disturbing but you shouldn't draw far away from her. We know her family's situation and that was where that character developed. We can't say telling her straight in her face that she's doing this wrong or treating this matter lightly is going to work but I can say that in a long run, events will happen and it will mature her in that area, and she needs people like you to be around to watch her grow. Haha, well it's weird to say you are watching her grow since there's 0 age difference but yar, you get what I mean. Someday, you will see she takes life seriously, and I know you will be proud to walk with her, taking pride in how you have worked magic in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the matter of being disgusted, well, as friends we disgust each other with our actions and I believe I had done so to you before, but what matters is that we keep true to the friendship.  (so cheesy!! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no idea how the guy in the situation is taking this but it's not my area to comment because I'm not very close to him. But I know, he will consider this matter hard. I believe he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do wait for the day, where she realised playing too much is no longer an option anymore. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teared to sleep last night, because one of my cousins confided in me. And it really touched me a lot for him to trust me so much because it's been a while since we have chats like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the 10 cousins, he is the one I really looked up to. But after my family moved to Bukit Batok, and my mum takes up working again, we've drew further apart. So it really touched me how he shared about his stresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, with his qualifications, he doesn't really need to hang on to this company. 1st in Hwa Chong JC in his time, first class honours in NUS (top in dean's list), and even the professor asked him to stay in NUS to help him out as assistant-professor while he takes his Masters. Seriously, he can get a high position in any company or get a job with a starting pay of $3000 - $4000 anytime. But he is earning negative amounts with this company. And I know the real reason behind it. (It was the issue I talked about in one of my previous posts.) He had to use his own earnings to pay some of the debts in the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company in normal processes is making business but arghh.. nvm... shall not reveal it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to ease his debts, I restructured my pay with him. And told him he can take his time to pay me, as long as he pays! haha! I'm too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie here's a post about tagboards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, what really keeps a blogger from blogging is the knowledge that people reads his/her blog, and how does he/she know? Tags or comments! So, if you read a blog, please tag, because it encourages the blogger to continue BLOGGING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PEOPLE TAG! DON'T JUST READ! EVEN IF YOU ARE TAGGING RUBBISH, JUST TAG!&lt;br /&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/35782247-1163688864406180746?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/1163688864406180746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=1163688864406180746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1163688864406180746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/1163688864406180746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/04/message-cousin-tagboard.html' title='A message / Cousin / Tagboard'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2034561858076625305</id><published>2007-04-10T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:18:19.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm going to tell my dad that I seriously don't think I can make it to any of the 3 local universities, and the family should start preparing mentally for me to go overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read Tabi's blog about how the Easter season has affected her. And than it developed to how she wants to meet people. (which I don't know how it developed that way.) I guess that when I realised overseas was the only option available, it just hits me that I should start meeting people as well. Like starting with this Wednesday, I will be meeting Tabi! haha.. And Tabi, I decided we should still meet even if I'm not going to your area to collect debts! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also be meeting people like Angelia and Karen together (sensitive issues to meet them individually.. lol!), Aining, Lydia (who like always rejects me, hahahaa!). Call on Johnny, Weiye and Boonpeng. Like I said, although I don't wish to meet the class, I can always meet them individually or in smaller groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's the 2E people, starting later when we have a mass gathering at THE GLASS HOUSE! (Fish and Co.) Meet for what? Because SARAH IS BACK for one week (Easter Break). I'm so going to take that long train ride home with her afterwards to get some understandings about life in Melbourne. (I think I will take the advice and apply for Melbourne Uni). And Sarah, WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO BUY YOUR CAR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in contradiction to my previous post, I do have people I do trust. And I'm not totally surrounded by people that brings me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a short sermonette by yours truly. Turn with me to (haha)... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luke 23:39-43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-25965"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39&lt;/span&gt;One of the criminals who hung there  hurled insults at him: "Aren't you the Christ? Save yourself and us!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-25966"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;But the other criminal rebuked him.  "Don't you fear God," he said, "since you are under the same sentence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-25967"&gt;41&lt;/span&gt;We are punished justly, for we are getting  what our deeds deserve. But this man has done nothing wrong."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-25968"&gt;42&lt;/span&gt;Then he said, "Jesus, remember me  when you come into your kingdom."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-25969"&gt;43&lt;/span&gt;Jesus answered him, "I tell you the  truth, today you will be with me in paradise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I read this passage not from the bible but from the book "He Chose the Nails". It was God's promise through the two crosses. The chapter's title, "I will let you choose".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times we complain about not being able to choose your life, like which family you are born into, the colour of your skin, the race, looks, etc etc. And than with the lack of freedom of choice, we often complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the above scenario, Jesus had two robbers each on his side when He was crucified. Condemned to the same death, surrounded by the same crowd, equally close to the same Jesus. And they began with the same sarcasm: "The two criminals also said cruel things to Jesus." (Matt 27:44 CEV). But one changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus allowed the two criminals to choose, one decided to mock him till the very last second of his life, the other changed to fear God. I believe the one who changed, gets to spend eternity beside Jesus. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... today you will be with me in paradise." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm going to take something from the book)&lt;br /&gt;Abel and Cain, both sons of Adam. Abel chooses God. Cain chooses murder. And God lets him.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham and Lot, both pilgrims in Canaan. Abraham chooses God. Lot chooses Sodom. And God lets him.&lt;br /&gt;David and Saul, both kings of Israel. David chooses God. Saul chooses power. And God lets him.&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Judas, both deny their Lord. Peter seeks mercy. Judas seeks death.And God lets him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bible, God allowed these men to make their choices and their choices led them to different outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; "Enter through the narrow gate. For  wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter  through it. &lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-23331"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But small is the gate and  narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it. (Matt 7:13-14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose your road wisely, follow the word of God and make your own choice, do not allow yourself to 'follow the crowd'. If you choose the road that will pleases God, it might not be an easy road to walk (narrow the road....) but a place in the kingdom of heaven will be reserved for you (... that leads to life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35782247-2034561858076625305?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2034561858076625305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2034561858076625305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2034561858076625305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2034561858076625305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/04/meet-ups.html' title='Meet ups'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35782247.post-2821734190354705729</id><published>2007-04-09T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T01:10:38.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People should stop having high expectations of me. I live in the shadow of what I used to be in my teenage 'glory' days. I no longer could handle tasks on my own and I shouldn't be left alone to do stuffs. I know a lot of BB boys will be reading this, no matter, if they look up to me or not, I shall still say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be seen as the Lijia I was in secondary school. Arrogant or not, I believe there were people that looked up to him but it's a different situation now. I've totally lost that air of confidence as a person and ability to work. I shouldn't be trusted with even the simplest of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost that enthusiasm of wanting to work hard, you don't see it in me no more. I used to be able to say 'Yes' to everything back in secondary school, that was the reason why you could see me having a hand in almost everything. But now, I just keep saying 'no'. Why? Because I'm afraid I might screw things up, because I don't think I can handle them. Because nothing works well in my life anymore. [Don't bother tagging encouragements, words don't work anymore].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like I could trust anybody anymore, even for Jen Wen, who has been my best friend for the past 10 years, I had my doubts about what he thinks of me sometimes, well, a lot of times. I enter my workplace, feeling paranoid every single day, like when my colleagues had secret chats outside the office, I thought they would be talking about me, negatively. And like I want to initiate and propose something to me cousin, and when he doesn't reply after reading it, I felt as if he is thinking I'm too full of myself. Every little things bother me, when I go out with friends, I felt like I'm not being wanted there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships and relationships disappoint me. My friends hurt me, my family hurts me, I hurt myself, I don't know when will be the next person who will hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've build 'bricks' around me so that nobody enters my world of thoughts, I hardly trust anybody because I'm afraid of setbacks. If you find me being quiet when you are alone with me, I'm sorry, this is me, I don't like to update people with my life. I don't want people to have critical thoughts about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drawing far away from my current small clique. Why? I don't know, maybe, I'm unwanted, they don't need me. What else can it be? Why would they need me for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I need professional help, I'm afraid to approach one.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this post was looking for your sympathy, I don't know it myself.&lt;br /&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/35782247-2821734190354705729?l=jiafied.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/feeds/2821734190354705729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35782247&amp;postID=2821734190354705729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2821734190354705729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35782247/posts/default/2821734190354705729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiafied.blogspot.com/2007/04/expectations-of-me.html' title='Expectations of me'/><author><name>Lijia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
