<?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-9084407347327948367</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:34:46.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jian's A-Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084407347327948367.post-1560158805475189279</id><published>2009-12-10T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:56:00.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM is Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPM IS OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:50%;" &gt;(for me at least)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;W00t! Yeah! Booyah! oh Babeh! Say what?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPM IS OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Okay, fine this post is like 48 hours late? Who cares! I waited like 12 months for this, a puny little 2 days makes no difference. In case you were wondering, Ive been spending my time celebrating my freedom! Feel's great to alive again. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those who have yet to complete SPM, good luck to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep it up!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dont slack!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been through the past few weeks already, a few more days wont hurt you. Yeah so go on, go study. Stop reading this. Click that "X" button at the upper right corner of your screen... Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;As for me, ill be enjoying life for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-1560158805475189279?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1560158805475189279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/spm-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/1560158805475189279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/1560158805475189279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/spm-is-over.html' title='SPM is Over!'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-7528327321475021819</id><published>2009-07-18T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:41:47.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor's Science Quiz Victory!</title><content type='html'>It was a long day, starting on a nervous note, with a car ride filled with Gillian's constant call for us to not stress ourselves out. Me, Gillian, Yih Tang, Ramaraj were riding in Puan Teh's car to the Science Quiz, my mind furiously going through my all-important chemistry notes and my heart nearly beating out of my chest. "Reodx, Mn2+, Cl5+, "... all flying through my head, with "Boom Boom Pow" playing away from teacher's radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short while later we were in the Lecture Theater, Gillian was so confident we would win she was studying "Peribahasa Bahasa Malaysia"... in a SCIENCE competition. I had alot of doubt, I never joined such a scientific competition before. A blink of an eye and few few fast flips of the Chem notes and we were in the eerie silence of the Lab where we met &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1st challenge&lt;/span&gt;: 40 Objective Questions, 10 eachfrom Bio,Chem,Phys, AddMaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*quiet thinking*...&lt;br /&gt;*press,press calculator*&lt;br /&gt;tch tch tch tch ,&lt;br /&gt;*shades answer*&lt;br /&gt;....next question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMK Seafield was tremendous at the 1st Challenge. We were done in a blitz. I was only worried that we had careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Making a fruit cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Lemons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Oranges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3 Limes&lt;/span&gt;, wires, ,pieces of metal, LED, Multimeter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Build a cell(battery)"-Instructions from judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img507.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4960.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img507.imageshack.us/img507/682/dscn4960.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The electrodes which would bring us to victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hah, we actually new what to do already. This was partly thanks to the dedicated nightly MSN disscussions between us. The moment they let us start we were on it already. The only thing left to do is to hope that no other team has a better design than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a rather good 8.41 volts from the final design and what-we-thought-was-good ~8 pico amps. But sudddenly our confidence was blasted away by the news that the team with the table behind us got 8.7 volts, a considerable amount more than us. And the time was over, we could do no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to win, but now we were having our doubts. We were doubting wheter we should check our answers again. We were doubting our Fruit Cell. But we realised nothing can be done now. All that there is left is the nerve-wracking process of waiting for the results. (Agghh, Gillian you should have stayed back for the prize giving ceromony)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They announced the schools that got perfect score for the respective subjects in Challenge 1. Our school was fantastic! Seafield got a perfect, no mistake score in Chemistry, Biology (kudos to Gillian), Physics(kudos to Ramaraj). At that stage, our only competitor is Chung Hwa with 3 perfect scores as well, bu instead of having a perfect Biology score, they got perfect in Maths. Yih Tang was killing himself over the fact that he couldnt get perfect score for Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge 2 broke our spirits. We didnt get 1st 2nd or 3rd in the experiment. Seems like our FruitCell failed. As a matter of fact, our spirits and confidence plunged to the bottom of the floor, was trampled over, and smashed into oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they announced the second runner up and 1st runner up , we realised that they were both 2nd and 3rd in Challenge 2, the Fruit Cell. We lost all hope. Surely, the team with 1st in Challenge 2 was going to be champion.But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;"The winner is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*shit, we wont win..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SMK....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*hmmm, not SJK?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SEAFIELD!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"YESSSS!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldnt believe it! We won! Taylors Science Quiz 2009, Seafield brings home the Trophy! Exhiliration! Euphoria! Me, Yih Tang, Ramaraj, Puan Teh went on stage and we held our head (and prizes) up high with glory....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-7528327321475021819?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7528327321475021819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/taylors-science-quiz-victory.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/7528327321475021819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/7528327321475021819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/taylors-science-quiz-victory.html' title='Taylor&apos;s Science Quiz Victory!'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084407347327948367.post-3796284303462837040</id><published>2009-07-04T22:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:50:20.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood, Sweat, Dunk</title><content type='html'>Today was  a fun day! Short to say it involved, Blood, Sweat, Dunk. Plus a whole lot of Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dreamstime.com/splash-of-water-thumb9851734.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, went to school in the morning to take the DUNKING MACHINE for the Seafield Hari Karnival. Thanks to Pei Qi for taking us to the dunking machine place. Po Yee, Ling Ben, and John was there to help too. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(unfortunately I am unable to whereabouts the details of the dunking machine due to its confidential nature)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Area 51 to collect the machine, it was evident the machine was VERY heavy. Here is were the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SWEAT&lt;/span&gt; comes in. Even with the extra testosterone boost from the Mr.Lorry Driver* and Mrs.Nani* , it was hard work to move the machine into the lorry. After an amount of time which cannot be disclosed, we arrived back at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Liau,Synna,Nick, Siew Koon, arrived to help us out and learn to fix the machine. We had sooo much fun playing without water.Sadly, due to unforeseen circumstances our wet "test run" was delayed because the hoses at Seafield had more than the usual 2 holes on normal hoses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Liau wen to get some pails, so we could fill the tub with water quicker. This is where the drama starts. Because of some unluckily placed curbs, Sarah tripped, and fell. There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOOD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;flowing. Ouch. She had to get some plaster and disinfectant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Po Yee was actually first to go on the machine but hesitated when looking down from the top of the machine. I thought it wouldnt be that bad so i volunteered to sit on the machine instead. Oh I was wrong. Being the first ever person to be dunked on the machine was fun, thrilling, and scary all at the same time. Especially when you see balls whizz past the target and you wonder it that's the ball that's gonna send you into the chilly waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ball went flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ball flies past the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ball gets thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bang&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Actually it hit the sid of the machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bang, screeiq,krehhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, thats the sound of the the seat moving...&lt;br /&gt;Damn, im falling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPLASH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;DUNK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water isnt so bad, but i fell in such a way that my butt hit first. It hurts the bum. I came out soaking wet, but its SO FUN! I went up 2 more times, and each time i landed butt first. It's so exciting! The only downside it my right gluteas maxmus hurts as I sit typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you, if you haven't been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUNKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before, try it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-3796284303462837040?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3796284303462837040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/blood-sweat-dunk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/3796284303462837040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/3796284303462837040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/blood-sweat-dunk.html' title='Blood, Sweat, Dunk'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-1700831554383998195</id><published>2009-06-03T17:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:43:33.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Inadequate Topic Letter Ensemble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Disclaimer: This post was supposed to be made DAYS ago, but due to unforeseen laziness, it had to be posted now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that the  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ducation &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;treme &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-is-the-target &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;emory-tests are over, i can now finally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;elieve &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xcruciated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;imbs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd e&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;tras. However, it seems weeks of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;elf &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ort&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; U&lt;/span&gt;tterly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;DYING&lt;/span&gt; have caused me to get a case of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ermanent &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ead &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;amage. Now, i see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;kay, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tudy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verything &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ust &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;andom &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;spects of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;istory, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;razy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ard &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;xa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;, in everything. What was previously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ich &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ellulose &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ncapsulation is now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;mino-acid &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tarch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;ngots. What was previously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ree &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nadulterated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;iceness is now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ucky &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;epressing. Heck, my addmaths-solving-skills cause me to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CO&lt;/span&gt;operation &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;camming &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;eople &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ra&lt;/span&gt;dical &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ynist &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ouths everywhere. Previously, i loved my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ole &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;aving &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;utside &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;nveloping &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;urface, but suddenly i realised it was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;uy &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hrow&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt;way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, I woke up before the Shining Using Nuclear rose. Normally, that would be normal. During the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ducation &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;treme &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-is-the-target &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;emory-tests&lt;/span&gt; period I studied about 18-20 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;orrific &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;r &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nbeareable &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;evising &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;essions each day. At &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;aximum &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;utput &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;leep &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ime I slept 7 hours the night before &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tupid &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;rritating &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ery &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;rrelevant &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;erajaan-imposed &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ubject. I always &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ant &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ard &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;very &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ay i could sleep more, it was  something i wanted so bad. But now, I keep waking up too early. I tell myself i can go sleep until 11.30, and it would be fine. But noooooo, the exams has screwed with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;alf &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;instein &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lrea&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;y. The hypothesis is: Repeated  central interneurone bio-electrical impulses has hormonally stimulated my cerebellum to biologically alter. See? I even doubt my ability to continue speaking in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you see me, i might &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;argon &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ccented &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;labber &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;out &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;rratic &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;andomness about some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ot &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;r &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ensible &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ffectively &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o-use &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;entence &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;valuation you might not understand. Perhaps, i will fill my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;onderful &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;rdered &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;efined &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;efining &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;equence with scientific terms until it is incomprehensible. I might suddenly replace &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;any &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;f &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;upposed &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;erms of my adjectives and nouns with words which stand for their meaning. By then, will I be able to keep a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;uletin &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;inking of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;nline &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;ossip? I am  losing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a cure. If at all &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;urely &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;nly &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ci-fi, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;illy, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;mpossible, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;et's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;stimate , I will require &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;as &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;veryone &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;oathed &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;eople. Where may I find relieve? The Government? Building 26? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ari &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ergi &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;unway &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;alan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uff sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-1700831554383998195?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1700831554383998195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/totally-inadequate-topic-letter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/1700831554383998195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/1700831554383998195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/totally-inadequate-topic-letter.html' title='Totally Inadequate Topic Letter Ensemble'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-5796415319897511888</id><published>2009-05-01T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:31:43.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam!</title><content type='html'>Ahh! Its exam season again... Should have guessed anyway. This post just to give myself a break. Just cant start studying so hardcore all of a sudden. I seemingly have no self discipline to do that sigh... What I have however is an exam-oriented jokes to suit the exam season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: When the air pressure on the outside is higher than the inside, why isn't it good to be inside?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Because it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. Im just really bored&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/9084407347327948367-5796415319897511888?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5796415319897511888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/5796415319897511888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/5796415319897511888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam.html' title='Exam!'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-5245670051006985492</id><published>2009-04-18T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:31:11.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Sukan! Sports Day!</title><content type='html'>Hari Sukan! I went to the event just to bring my ice box for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poor&lt;/span&gt; Kelab Kebajikan. Never expected to do much except watch the stall for the Charity Club a.k.a Kelab Kebajikan. Probably chat around abit, watch some events, then go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img212.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4388.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/2421/dscn4388.th.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know, that the mere act filling a bottle of water for the Kabjikan Kelab would lead me to so much more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The icebox had not enough water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jade asked me to fill the bottle with water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I decided to take the long way to the toilet just for fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked in such a way I met some pengawas on the way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decided to fill the water quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While on the way back to the stall, i met Puteri and Synna. Actually Synna was helping Puteri dress up as the Blue House Mascot. Then Puteri shouted something like "JIAN SHEN , CAN YOU BE THE BLUE HOUSE MASCOT? PLEASE?". I was shocked, I never thought about marching for the blue house let alone be the mascot?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next minute, Synna was tying a blue Toga around me. (Supposed to be Neptune, Greek God of the Sea) Any of the five things above could have change and I would have walked past Puteri. No mascot, no Toga, no Neptune Fork, no parading around the stadium wearing a blue crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The icebox could have been filled earlier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jade could have asked anyone else to fill it up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Could have walked the shorter way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Could have walked any other way, and avoided alot of people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Could have took my time to fill up the bottle of water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mascot, not bad being one. Was ok, not the nightmare scenario I imagined. It was actually a wee bit fun. Haha, last year in Secondary schoola anyway, thats the year people say you should do all those things your never dared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*I curently have no pictures of me as the mascot, didnt bring camera, and couldnt take any picture during the "parade" anyway. Please send some to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img522.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4409.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/6553/dscn4409.th.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-5245670051006985492?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5245670051006985492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/hari-sukan-sports-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/5245670051006985492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/5245670051006985492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/hari-sukan-sports-day.html' title='Hari Sukan! Sports Day!'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-618789099266932362</id><published>2009-04-08T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:05:22.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0407</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee scrollspeed=100 style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks everyone who wished me for my birthday! It meant the world to me! You guys are the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-618789099266932362?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/618789099266932362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/0407.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/618789099266932362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/618789099266932362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/0407.html' title='0407'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-7013864546120641375</id><published>2009-03-28T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:47:21.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour!</title><content type='html'>In Dedication to Earth Hour, I did switch off my lights! Then lights when out then came back 1 hour later. Nothing much happened, no sudden cooling off the Earth, no hysterical cheering, no announcement from Prime Minister that we are all gonna switch to solar power instantly. Well, but Earth Hour isnt really about saving energy is it? It is about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;global warming awareness&lt;/span&gt; as well as a vote. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vote for Earth&lt;/span&gt;. A vote to world leaders, to take immediate action agaisnt climate change. A vote for a better world for a better tomorrow in a better environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://earthinyourhands.earthhour.org/our-earth/images/earth-hour.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-7013864546120641375?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7013864546120641375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/7013864546120641375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/7013864546120641375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour!'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-3625122365152613509</id><published>2009-03-21T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:47:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday MayQin!</title><content type='html'>Haha, as you can see from the title, I recently went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MayQin's &lt;u&gt;surprise&lt;/u&gt; birthday party/mini-bbq&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The original plan was to go to the USJ 2/2 padang or the "Padang Bukit" as it is called. Unfortunately because of an unexpected increase of H2O percipitation and comulunimbus formation, we had to do it in Lesley's house. In other words, Lesley (as the unofficial host of the event) didn't plan for it to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, followed Andrew there. Kinda rushing bad planning as usual. We got there first,waited awhile, then people started arriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img7.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4192k.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/874/dscn4192k.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Azhar, Edward ,Andrew, Me, Shawn- probably watching that YouTube rap video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img18.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4191.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img18.imageshack.us/img18/9552/dscn4191.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelvin, Alex, Xing San, Pravin- Chilling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img14.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4189.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/6211/dscn4189.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XingSan, Pravin, Ling Ben- I think they were comparing they're leg hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual talking, Alex tried to show me how to play a small tune on the piano. Heh, should have known why i quit learning electone at the first place :P. Then back to chatting, Alex and Kelvin doing they're "random acts"&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*no more explanation needed&lt;/span&gt; , and somebody just decided to stick that leg-waxing thing on Pravin's leg. The thing stuck on Pravin's leg quite well but LOL,  watch when they pulled it out of Pravin's leg! Along with a patch of his leg hair! Pictures are worth a thousand words...and a few strands of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img17.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4193.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img17.imageshack.us/img17/6082/dscn4193.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pravin just realised, theres no pulling out from this.I mean, he HAS TO pull it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-59221cba6b022962" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59221cba6b022962%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331651812%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A36DA2751410BFCE81535F53AFBD305DE98F845.5D1DB2BB878EA363581B6139632937471BD8435E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59221cba6b022962%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDHZtSUw7c-vrESwksFezdeNnug0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59221cba6b022962%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331651812%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A36DA2751410BFCE81535F53AFBD305DE98F845.5D1DB2BB878EA363581B6139632937471BD8435E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59221cba6b022962%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDHZtSUw7c-vrESwksFezdeNnug0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img21.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4196n.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/8613/dscn4196n.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the bald patch? And Pravin said he likes his leg hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pravin's leg hair aside, we then decided to start the barbeque.Thanks to Yih Foo , his barbeque set, and his flamethrower. Short to say, Alex was doing alot of the fanning and setting up the coals. So was Azhar, Xing San and Yih Foo. Took some time, EVEN with all fo us hot guys standing around the coals. Lesley, Amirah, and Jen Nee where inside the house, probably setting up for May Qin to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img19.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/6305/dscn4200.th.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xing San, Alex, Yih Foo- Masters at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img21.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4203g.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/8272/dscn4203g.th.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Alex, he wants his "campfire" with the coals, so hes arranging it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img5.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4207.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/6581/dscn4207.th.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Yih Foo, for the Barbeque set, and ESPECIALLY this flamethrower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we got the coals started, Lesley,Amirah, and Jen Nee went in Shiva's car to drive May Qin to Lesley's house. It was supposed to be a surprise, and May Qin is supposed to think she is going to Sunway. So the rest of us: Me,Xing San, Alex, Edward, Pravin, Azhar, Shawn, Andrew, Dhaneesh  and Ling Ben were supposed to "get ready" as in turn off the lights, get the cake out , light the candles, move the table, shut the curtains, and keep quiet until May Qin. All that we did, except the "keep quiet" part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all ready.&lt;br /&gt;Curtains?Check.Lights?Check.Cake?Check.Candles?Check.Camera?Check. Keep Quiet? Still working on that. Then suddenly, Xing San said "Coming!Coming!". Boom!We went into red alert, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go!go!go!go!&lt;/span&gt;", positions!, candles!,open the door!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which button to press? &lt;/span&gt;matches!, NO matches? "GET THE FLAMETHROWER!" Boom!" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;light it! light it&lt;/span&gt;!"There door swung open, and at the door was... Azhar &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with his Twister set&lt;/span&gt;. FALSE ALARM! (=.=')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, after Shiva drove May Qin a few rounds around "to Sunway", one more false alarm and a couple on inches of candle wax melted, the Birthday Girl Arrives! Now realising she probably isn't at Sunway, May was led blindfolded into the house. Happy Birthday May Qin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img15.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4225.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/4825/dscn4225.th.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img24.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4229.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/9606/dscn4229.th.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candle plucking "tradition".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, then Ling Ben decided to play a prank on May Qin. He hid from the beginning, at the upper floors of Lesley's house. Then he sms-ed May Qin with something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;"I am waiting at Sunway now, where are you MayQin?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, then MayQin still in the shock of the surprised party, kinda panic and called Ling Ben, and asked him to somehow get to Lesley's house. Ling Ben, actually upstairs, played along, and said, he only has RM20 and its trafiic jam and doesnt know if he can make it back. Pravin went along with the game and told May Qin "Theres a bus back here, its like RM8 tell him to take the one going around Sunway, not the highway one", and May Qin just continued thinking Ling Ben was in Sunway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img17.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4231.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img17.imageshack.us/img17/8034/dscn4231.th.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May Qin actually thinks Ling Ben is in Sunway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly Ling Ben just popped out from the stairs and said something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;AHAAH! hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Ling Ben)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;*horrified i-kena-conned face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(May Qin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"ahahahahaha!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"THATS THE LAST TIME IM GONNA CARE ABOUT YOU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(May Qin, in a happy kinda way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img25.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img25.imageshack.us/img25/8092/dscn4232.th.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Qin realising she was tricked, and Ling Ben is actually in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the party continued, with the barbeque. By now, Shiva has joined us with his car. Mainly it was Edward, Alex, Shiva, Azhar, Xing San qround the barbeque. Barbequed around, ate some weiner's and sausages. The chicken was nice too. Those fish fingers was okay. Ate some fish balls too. Wasted some of the food which just slipped down the gril and into the coals. Too bad none of us had carbon-deficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img15.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4233.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/5465/dscn4233.th.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azhar fanning the flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img24.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/5985/dscn4234.th.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbequed Meat! Carbon! Coals! Hot stuff! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when i went in to get some drinks the topic of driving May Qin around blindfolded with Shiva's newly acquired driving skills started. It then soon turned into a weird joking session linking sexual-inuendos to food items being barbequed. Later, Shiva took some of us on a ride in his car while dropping Dhaneesh back home. It wasn't THAT life threatening, but Shiva made a jogger RUN after revving his engines a few times. I must say his 10-seconds of driving the car like a slalom was kinda intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Puteri arrived, looking quite sick. I'm not a tabib-diraja, but I think she has a cold or something. Anyway, we played Twisters and watched some video using Lesley's laptop. The worst of the two was the videos on Lesley's laptop. So i shall skip that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img7.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4240.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/6628/dscn4240.th.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, fueled by carbon, coal, sausages, buns and I was ready for TWISTERS. I had the chance to showcase my amazing skills at Twister as well as how I look with my pants pulled high and shirt tucked in. Dont ask me, its some Twister rule,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or so they say&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously with some uber-cool hip action and weird looking positions later, I emerged self-titled-Twisters-Champion beating Ling Ben and Azhar crashing out due to unluck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone then had the smart idea to play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 player Twister&lt;/span&gt; . It was on: Me, Alex, Pravin, Edward, Azhar, and Lesley. Well with Pravin's butt in front of my face for the first few moves, i was in danger of losing, not to mention Pravin might decide to release the gas generate from the bbq dinner using his rear end. Suddenly Pravin had to move and his gluetious maximus was placed ever closer to my face. Then he had to say "Kameeee Kameee...I'm Coming!" Then he fell, and brought everyone on the Twister's mat down with him. LOL, damn funny, everyone should try 6 player Twister, especially with big-ended people like Pravin. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone for 10 player Twister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, up to this poiunt, ive run out of photos, cause I was too busy doing cool-stuff. Next on my list: Challenging Alex in a series of Mortal Kombat Test. Bring on, leg-folded-yoga-style-hand-racing! Wanna do headspins? Alex and I do Ass-spins. Not to be forgotten: Super Korean Chicken-dance Leg fight. I had to admit defeat of 2 consecutive losses to the supreme skill of the Super Korean Chicken-dance Leg fight: Master Alex Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puteri, Azhar, Ling Ben, and Shiva who went out for a drive just now came back. They were quite in time because we just started to eat the cake. The plan was to involve the cake in some game, but I guess we just couldn't resist, the cream filled black forest style joy of May Qin's Birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img53.imageshack.us/my.php?image=dscn4219.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img53.imageshack.us/img53/1331/dscn4219.th.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The cake, credits to Andrew for buying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew had to go quite soon after. I had to go too.  But they were just handing out balloons. Anyway, family matters, so i have to go home. Anyway &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had a GREAT TIME. DAMN FUN PARTY! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAY QIN!&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/9084407347327948367-3625122365152613509?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=59221cba6b022962&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3625122365152613509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-mayqin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/3625122365152613509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/3625122365152613509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-mayqin.html' title='Happy Birthday MayQin!'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-4737747806073619843</id><published>2009-03-16T21:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:03:58.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Fighter Movie</title><content type='html'>Today, I saw my own blog. Read it and found grammatical errors. Like what the hell.. cant believe I did so many mistakes on the last post. Probably too distracted yesterday thinking about what movie I was going to watch today. The plan was for me, Alex, Benjamin, Desmond and Ashween to go watch Watchmen.(Men, pun was not intended) However, due to the bleak reviews from Ashween as well as the lack of stars from TheStar newspaper reviews, we decided to watch Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iconocast.com/B000000000000136/J2/News9A_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, I you are VERY strict about adhering to your no-spoilers low-info diet, then you might not want to read this few paragraphs.But then again the movie's story didnt make much sense. Although it might be just because i dont know much about Street Fighter, i think the story is just pretty random. I mean, when the movie started in the cinema, the starting title thing was so video-game like i was waiting for the "Press "SELECT" button to start" message to pop up. Random comments aside, Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun Li was seriously random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start things off, there was an exploding wine bottle, a weird scroll, a weird Auntie who only appears for one scene, big black man, fruit throwing, a high class lesbian, a Thai S.W.A.T,  a guy called Gen who pops up everywhere,  a member of the Black-Eyed-Peas, and an organization called Shadowloo. Yeah according to the subtitles its SHADOWLOO. Get it? Shadow Loo? Nope, i dont get it either, but its probably a light-deprived walled space for defaecation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://scifiwire.com/assets_c/2009/02/StreetFighter_McDonough-thumb-550x276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bison, the leader of Shadowloo, and baddie in the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Street_Fighter_Legend_of_Chun_Li/street_fighter_the_legend_of_chun_li_movie_image_taboo__of_the_group_the_black_eyed_peas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah that's right: Taboo from Black Eyed Peas is in Street Fighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was toooooooooo much monolog in the movie by the Chun Li. She was going on and on and on about OBVIOUS stuff and had to monolog everything she did. It went something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/05/23/street-fighter-chun-li-kreu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I have come home",&lt;br /&gt;"...the scroll said i have to go to Bangkok",&lt;br /&gt;"I must be in pulse with the street",&lt;br /&gt;"I was walking around",&lt;br /&gt;"Life was hard",&lt;br /&gt;"Life was a struggle",&lt;br /&gt;"I had to find food",&lt;br /&gt;"I am home again",&lt;br /&gt;"I bought a banana",&lt;br /&gt;"I peeled the banana",&lt;br /&gt;"I took the banana skin and threw it",&lt;br /&gt;"Damn",&lt;br /&gt;"I missed the bin",&lt;br /&gt;"I took the skin up again",&lt;br /&gt;"I threw to banana skin into the bin",&lt;br /&gt;"I did a good throw",&lt;br /&gt;"I hit the bin",&lt;br /&gt;"I ate the banana",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay fine, i added the last 10 lines. But seriously it felt as though those line were really in the movie. I nearly wanted to show out at the cinema "STOP TALKING AND GET ON WITH THE FIGTHING ALREADY, THE MOVIES CALLED &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STREET &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIGTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT STREET TALKER&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i got that off my chest i dont feel like hitting anyone. Because the movie felt so uneventful and random I nearly felt like i needed to create some fight of my own. Obviously the characters in the movie didnt share my thoughts. There wasnt that much cool fight scenes in the movie. Okay, to be fair there were some fight scenes and they were okay, its just i wished to see MORE and cooler fighthing. For example, it didnt really get that bird necklace thingy or the headstand spinning kick thing. Is it some kind of signature move in the game? Cause they only showed it once in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up, the movie was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;filled with tons of random scenes&lt;/span&gt; they could just cut out of the movie. The Interpol investigator and that Thai Policewomen, didnt didnt do that much. And that White Rose, didnt even understand why it was there. Actually there was so many random stuff, if I did comment about it all in this blog it would turn out like the movie too: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filled with unescessary random bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-4737747806073619843?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4737747806073619843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/street-fighter-movie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/4737747806073619843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/4737747806073619843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/street-fighter-movie.html' title='Street Fighter Movie'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-2852126532970145843</id><published>2009-03-14T16:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:55:17.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day...and Blogpost</title><content type='html'>March 13th, Friday. Yeap that's right Friday the 13th. But that's probably the least of the worries on some of the student's minds. That is because on this paticular 13th day of the month , on the fifth weekday, it is Open Day. Probbaly known to some as Hari Terbuka, Report Card Day, Teacher-meets-Parents Day, Parent-meet-Results Day, or Doomsday. However, to me, Open Day was nothing much out of the ordinary. Went to school, parents came early to take card, couldnt go home ...yet. Stayed in school for random things. Pretty much less pain, torture, and dread then some people's Open Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the teacher's didnt teach for half the day. And the other half of school day where there was supposed to have lesson only 1 teacher taught. Okay, okay, i know even ONE teacher teaching on Open Day is abit of a surprise, but other wise the day was filled with free time. What did i do with my free time you ask? Well i decided to try to revamp the look of my blog*. Thus, with immediate affect** my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog suspended under construction***&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/9518/underconstructionr.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*subject to terms and conditions&lt;br /&gt;**subject to change without prior notice&lt;br /&gt;***Jian's-A-Musings is reserves the right to the definition of "under contruction" is not legally obliged in any circumstances to fullfill of the defined conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-2852126532970145843?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2852126532970145843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-13th-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/2852126532970145843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/2852126532970145843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-13th-friday.html' title='Just Another Day...and Blogpost'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-1980246583320241808</id><published>2009-02-25T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:14:41.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a...</title><content type='html'>One day, when I was helping put up the random topic boards on the back of the class with double sided tape, De Ming came to me. Professor Dr.Mr. De Ming M.D. PhD MA ABC started saying something random as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; "Life is like a..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While holding a roll of double sided tape, I replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"...double sided tape..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"because it looks like it has one side, but when you open it up, it is..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Both together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Double Sided."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Hahaha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"De Ming, do you plan to be a philosopher?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"What la we all...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Give us anything we can connect it to the meaning of life..."*waves his hand infront like a wise man*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you are like De Ming or me, you would understand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, we started just saying randomly "Life is like a.....[random object from classroom]".&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of the ideas we came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;calculator&lt;/span&gt;, because you may &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try to find the answer&lt;/span&gt; but sometimes its just not correct. Thats why you try to find for the User's Instructions Manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/4794/syntaxerrormv4.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is your life a syntax error?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;calculator&lt;/span&gt;, because you may choose to decorate it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;however you like&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gizmodiva.com/entry_images/1207/26/calculator_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Does your school calculator look like this?** Hint to all those who draw/sticker/decorate their calculators&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pencil&lt;/span&gt;, because when it is broken all you have to do is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sharpen it again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stockvault.net/details.php?gid=100&amp;amp;pid=5232"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.stockvault.net/watermark.php?i=5232" alt="Tools" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All you have to do is get a sharpener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;speaker&lt;/span&gt;, because it sometimes produces sounds although you dont want to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stockvault.net/details.php?gid=15&amp;amp;pid=1365"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.stockvault.net/watermark.php?i=1365" alt="Speaker" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blackboard&lt;/span&gt;, because although it starts as one colour, you can choose to draw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; on it with any colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dreamstime.com/blackboard-thumb2485277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tie&lt;/span&gt;, because you can tie it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatever way you want it&lt;/span&gt;. But all time time people choose to tie it one way and with the same basic style as everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/4753/tietl3.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do you choose to tie your tie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-1980246583320241808?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1980246583320241808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-like.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/1980246583320241808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/1980246583320241808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-like.html' title='Life is like a...'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084407347327948367.post-6370911490397074838</id><published>2009-02-20T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:05:05.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Febuary Exams Over!</title><content type='html'>Yeah Febuary Exams are over!!! W00t!! Yeah!!! Feel the Freedom!!! Hahahhaa i can laugh at you other people who have not finished their exams yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.juventudrebelde.co.cu/img/info/-secondary-schools-student-2008-03-25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Haha! STUDY MORE! Good for you!^&lt;br /&gt;Dont you think that is just over reacting? I mean it is just a monthly test. Anyway i have been sitting for exams for the past 11 years of my life and they just come and go. Besides, compared to SPM, this monthly exam is the least of my worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...just to make my post longer/vent some exam stress i shall showcase what was in my brain this past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish this is over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WHY ME??!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More stress...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late night studying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AddMaths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling of stress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some vague memories of the other subjects i take.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;But now im DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dont know what to do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-6370911490397074838?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6370911490397074838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/febuary-exams-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/6370911490397074838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/6370911490397074838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/febuary-exams-over.html' title='Febuary Exams Over!'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-8983629250868849347</id><published>2009-02-07T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:56:54.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seafield and the Taekwondo Storeroom of Secrets</title><content type='html'>Okay, today I did a something wouldnt normally do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cleaned a storeroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, its no ordinary storeroom with brooms, paint, and a flickering light bulb. It was the Seafield TaeKwonDo storeroom! This storeroom has a aura of mystery surrounding it. I until very recently have never seen it opened for the 5 years i have been in Seafield. And since Form 1 the Taekwondo Instructor said that they once upon a time, they used the store, but then it got very dirty and nobody has used or cleaned it for a while. That would mean, it hasnt been used or probably not even opened for awhile even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; I was Form 1 until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the Seafield TaeKwonDo storeroom, is one of those rooms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;comparable to Harry Potter's Chamber of Secrets&lt;/span&gt;. Its there, but not many people know it exist, and of those who know, even less have keys to the locks, and for very few who have access, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;none have entered....until now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill skip the part where we had to wait for De Ming to come back from teaching USJ2, and the part where he found out that he didnt bring one key, and the part where we waited for him. It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Wheres De Ming? Only he got the key you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I dunno, Sir Arul never answer phone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Then we wait lor.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;[After waiting.....finally De Ming arrives]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"De Ming, finally you are here! Okay lets start cleaning"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Eh, I forgot the grill key..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;hhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hhh....&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;[More waiting]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long story short, when we started cleaning straight away, but as soon as we opened the store room some people were just not prepared for the horrow that lie within. Among the comments were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Eeeeee, got rat inside one ah?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Eh serious ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[looks further into store]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Aiyoooo, whats&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt;!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Eh, the pad moudly la"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Okay la, we shift the things out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ahhhh, dont wasnt to go inside la...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, you go in and sweep, we just stand outside here okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Wah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; dusty wan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Why I keep sweeping still got dust one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"I think that looks like bat shit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"You know, i think tadpoles died in this pail"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile into cleaning, Xia Shuen came to us with the "What are you guys doing?" look. I mean it looked weird cause we suddenly opened a grill nobody opens, and unluck a door with 2 padlocks, start throwing taekwondo apparatus out, and not to mention, there was a a few weird things in the store including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/P10877053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garden hose (not real picture)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.justtools.com.au/images/k236m-plus-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mysterious Water-pressure gun thingy (not real picture, but looks like what we found)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/2657098/2/istockphoto_2657098_rusty_hammer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rusty Hammer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.canada-home-mould-inspection-inspector.com/images/canada-mould.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mouldy taekwondo pads (i know the picture is not a taekwondo pad , but some parts of it looks like the picture)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car Washing Liquid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dusty Sponges&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boxes of Wood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dumbells (the Gardener wanted those, guess the next time you see the Seafield Gardener theyre gonna be real buffed up and toned)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We noticed rainwater could flow into the storeroom, and thus destroying all the stuff the Taekwondo Club is gonna keeep inside. We wondered if we could close the gap in the wall with the boxes of wood. On closer inspection we discovered something which intruigued me very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gap in the wall seems to have remnants of double sided tape on it, and a flap of black plastic. In the boxes of wood was also and piece of wood, stuck together with what seems like the same double sided tape. Even more interesting, we found a partial contruction made of wood, closing the gap between the wall and the stairs, although it only has one remaining section like the step of a stair.This wooden strusture was nailed to the wall, and in the boxes of wood we found nails, big nails which seem like they were ment to punch into cement walls. The gap between the door to the floor, was also boarded up and nailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems, previously, loooooooong before I was in Seafield, some people were doing the very same thing i was doing right now: trying to stop rain water from seeping into the room. And here I was, long after they left school, looking at theyre hard work, trying to replicate what they did. They where probably taekwondo members too, and who knows, probably they stayed back at school like us to clean up the store. Perhaps, they were thinking the very same things as we did as we cleaned the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting facts aside, we decided to make raised platforms instead so we could stack the taekwondo stuff on top of it so it would rest above the rain water. After all, we had wood, hammers, and nails. This is where i should have been more carefull:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nail digs in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nail nudges in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nail goes in abit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nail goes in abit more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own thumb gets hammered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was actually typing this with 9 fingers. At least it only my left thumb, because i still need my right hand for the coming exams. Its just abit sore, swollen, and bruised. Peiqi says my thumbnail will drop off. I hope not, never had a fingernail drop out before. *crosses fingers and thumbs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-8983629250868849347?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8983629250868849347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/seafield-and-taekwondo-storeroom-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/8983629250868849347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/8983629250868849347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/seafield-and-taekwondo-storeroom-of.html' title='Seafield and the Taekwondo Storeroom of Secrets'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084407347327948367.post-8156791561488568041</id><published>2009-02-05T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:46:49.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Waitings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A-Waitings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rbis.sr.unh.edu/explorer/images/wait.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i type this , i am waiting for several things at the same time.I am waiting, waiting for myself to make a decision, waiting for some sign, waiting for an answer, waiting for someone to ask me to stop waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woops! Sorry for the random attempt to sound deep and wise. I am actually also waiting for the pics of Chinese New Year to be sent to me by my relatives.(Don't they realise i want the photos too?) Secondly, im waiting for some YouTube videos to load. Oh, and my mum is waiting too, waiting for me to start studying.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/rha/lowres/rhan392l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Exams are actually in 2 weeks! What the hell... and as i type this, it crawls down to 1 &lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;/&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; weeks away. Eventhough i realised this, I keep delaying, keep waiting for something to knock me to my senses. Im sure somewhere in a dark and creepy office, a certain teacher is waiting to unleash his/her set of sadistic, cruel questions unto unwary students. And what do we all do? We wait.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.net4tv.com/voice/graphics/story/62_wait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what should i be doing? Practicing Physics? Brushing up on Biology? Checking my Chemistry facts? Waiting for some answers? I might not realise it know, but I am quite sure if i continue waiting, ill regret it someday. Just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Actually I hope I wont regret it.&lt;br /&gt;Off-topic note: This has nothing to do with the movie "They Wait" which I watched some time ago. If you want a review from me, you'll have to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-8156791561488568041?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8156791561488568041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/waitings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/8156791561488568041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/8156791561488568041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/waitings.html' title='A-Waitings'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-9081035771672755944</id><published>2009-01-30T16:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:08:39.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar, Spice Makes Everything Nice</title><content type='html'>For the past few post i have been posting just for the sake of updating the blog. Short to say, it was BOOOORING for both myself and readers of the blog. According to the my brand new Big Book Bout Bloggers Rule #12: Never bore your blog readers. Besides that, Rule #3 says "Dont ever admit your blog is boring, if if it is, act as though you dont know XD".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SYLIdK3nc_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/-9Vr-HWG7B0/s1600-h/bigbookboutblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SYLIdK3nc_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/-9Vr-HWG7B0/s320/bigbookboutblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297016515200513010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, i have decided to spice things up with a few pictures. You see, i have noticed pictures are like sugar and spice to blogs, they might not be everything, but they add flavour and enhance the main topic of the dish, or blog if your not hungry. So lets try this picture thing out okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;#1: Sugar&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about sugar, i went to eat ice cream recently at Baskin Robbins. I dont go there usually but somehow my family decided to go there on the 29th???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why for the-sake-of-good-cheap-ice-cream would i go there on the 29th when there is a 31% dicount just 2 days away???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why spend that 31% more just 1/3rd of a week earlier on the 29th???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well the answer would be that it was my sister's b'day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(And we just had a craving for ice cream....yummm)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SYLSU1y5hGI/AAAAAAAAACM/5OI4HvxNpqY/s1600-h/DSCN4155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SYLSU1y5hGI/AAAAAAAAACM/5OI4HvxNpqY/s320/DSCN4155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297027367220905058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah so, we got some ice cream and started eating. Who cares, about the 31% discount?! We will just come back on the 31st to buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SYLTWExmEnI/AAAAAAAAACU/SV2X5205tEY/s1600-h/DSCN4150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SYLTWExmEnI/AAAAAAAAACU/SV2X5205tEY/s320/DSCN4150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297028487933465202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^Before^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SYLTWVv8i2I/AAAAAAAAACc/u5pQy53Dffc/s1600-h/DSCN4157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SYLTWVv8i2I/AAAAAAAAACc/u5pQy53Dffc/s320/DSCN4157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297028492489952098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^After^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah , okay we ate ice cream at Baskin Robbins. We consumed alot of frozen sugar and milk, but it was all in a days fun. And since we where on the topic of Sugar, and it so happens to be Chinese New Year, it is time time of cookies, condiments, calories, cholesterol and all matter of confectionary wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;#2 Spice&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behold! My Gingerbread Army!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SYLVZOa8SiI/AAAAAAAAACk/q_cG17xuPPo/s1600-h/DSCN4009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SYLVZOa8SiI/AAAAAAAAACk/q_cG17xuPPo/s320/DSCN4009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297030741085669922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, i you were thinking i was very rich to randomly buy Baskin Robbin's ice cream and was scheming to rob me think again! If you were even thinking of stalking me or my sister when we were eating ice cream, watch out! This is the made-in-Malaysia gingerbread army!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fine i didnt make them, i just helped stirr the dough&lt;/span&gt; Fear me Gingerbread Army!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They dont sleep, dont rest, and dont even need to eat! In fact, they're eaten!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are prepare for WORLD DOMINATION! One icing frosted arm at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are not afraid of heat and cold, and can withstand the baking heat of a home oven!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are born through a though training routine invovling stirring, beating, cutting, and intense physical mixing of flour!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They dont require pay and dont complain, even when theyre heads are bitten off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They come in all shapes and sizes!Rawr!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And leading them would be this dude&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;grabbed from another friends blog and force into service&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FKO7OpRdgXQ/SXsyXpAwyCI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/O88dmvxPle4/s320/%3D.%3D+....gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 75px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FKO7OpRdgXQ/SXsyXpAwyCI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/O88dmvxPle4/s320/%3D.%3D+....gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Beware!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unfortunately my gingerbreadarmy has been decommissioned due to lack of budget, economic recession, a hungry stomach, a big appetite and one too many tea-breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until, i find another way to world domination or more random things to post about, this is one of Jian's Musings signing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-9081035771672755944?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9081035771672755944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/sugar-spice-makes-everything-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/9081035771672755944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/9081035771672755944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/sugar-spice-makes-everything-nice.html' title='Sugar, Spice Makes Everything Nice'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SYLIdK3nc_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/-9Vr-HWG7B0/s72-c/bigbookboutblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084407347327948367.post-7679574499258337891</id><published>2009-01-26T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:20:50.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To EVERYONE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the joy! Feel the Festivities! Go!Go!Go!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Gong Xi! Gong Xi&lt;/span&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you dont celebrate Chinese New Year, go have fun! Its gonna be a 2 day public holiday at least. So go forth! And have some fun and foood. Feast and feel ang pow between your hands! Play with some firecrackers or if theyre banned or you cant get any from that shday-looking-guy at the pasar malam, then twirlk a few sparklers around! Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-7679574499258337891?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7679574499258337891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/7679574499258337891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/7679574499258337891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-6154128236712907165</id><published>2009-01-24T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:05:35.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Gathering...For A while</title><content type='html'>So met Li Ann for the last time, at least for what would be an expected 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason, we decided to watch the movie "They Wait". We being all the people who went to Li Ann's Farewell Gathering(as it will be named here). And the "They" is ...ermm....hmm... shouldnt talk about that. Go watch the movie yourself if want to know. So the day started with me, Andrew, Lesley, and LiAnn, who went and bought the tickets first. While waiting... we went to the A&amp;amp;W where LiAnn said she wanted to eat A&amp;amp;W before she went back to the Land Where Apparently A&amp;amp;W Does Not Exist. It turns out Suba, JenNee, and Sam where waiting at Starbucks. After waiting awhile more came, Amirah, Yih Foo,Ling Ben and Jade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of waiting, now to the movie. Honestly, im not a great fan of horror movies, and this one is quite scary according to my standards. And theres alot of poking at chinese people in this movie which features stereotype Chinese Accent, Chinese Dragons, Chinese Herbal Medicine, Chinese Words, Chinese Men with Tattoos. The cinema hall was kinda empty beside us. We were like nearly taking up the entire row, and there were a few people sitting above us. Poor folks, had to put up to our laughing,screaming and talking. There was a few scenes where we laughed out of a sudden when it was supposed to be scary. Guess we spoiled some of the suspense scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the horrow movie we went to Manhattan Fish Market, ate lunch, took pictures, and usual lunch stuff. This of course includes paying the bills, where SOME PEOPLE conviniently went to the toilet at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that, the Girls wanted to go do their ladies-shopping thingy and the Guys just stood there and thought "What the... What are we supposed to do while they go shopping?". After some random wandering we ended up in the arcade where we killed time and some video game characters by paying cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, nothing to do, until we exited the arcade, walked around until we found LiAnn and gang then went to Pancake House, under Jade's recommendation. Lesley and Sam didnt want to go cause they still want to go shop(Is this the part I call them shopaholics?). Apparently the people in Pancake House are family friends of Jade. I was kinda of sorry we probably ruined Jade's reputation as we loudly , boisterously, and  excitedly entered the restaurant. Her image dropped further as we discussed what to eat. We decided to try Halo-Halo. For those geeks, this ain't a video game, nor is it a floating beam of ring shaped light. Its like a Ice-kacang, but a Philipino version. Then the sugar got to our head, and we tried crazy things such as pouring maple syrup into the already sweet, Halo-Halo. Suba had the honour of adding a diabetes-inducing dose of syrup into my spoon of sweeted iced water. I guess a spoonful of sugar helps the extra sugar go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about how my day ends. I just followed them to the bowling alley, bid farewell to LiAnn, and walked off into the Sunset...or Sunway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-6154128236712907165?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6154128236712907165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-gatheringfor-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/6154128236712907165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/6154128236712907165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-gatheringfor-while.html' title='Last Gathering...For A while'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-7928637759786712350</id><published>2009-01-24T22:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:35:54.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-January Musings</title><content type='html'>Okay, so i havent updated my blog for awhile. And i have no idea how to continue my blog. Should i continue with the past stuff, then follow the timely order? Or should i just skip the things i did not blog about? Haiz.. blogging is so ..errm.. inconclusive. Or was it indecisive? Perhaps it is possible that i might not be able to make up my mind. Probably its just maybe i cant decide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lets start with the start of the year! It seemed like a long time ago now. Since then &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i got 3-4 new workbooks to do, borrowed a whole cabinet of school books and done about 64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sub style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;8&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; pages of homework&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh. But back to the beginning of the year, i went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sunway Lagoon&lt;/span&gt; with Lesley, LiAnn, JenNee, Andrew, Eric. Let me tell you this: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;IT WAS DAMN FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was uber-super-duper-rollercoaster-spinning cool! We went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wet park&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thrill rides!&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately Andrew and Eric didnt bring their extra clothes. However, with all their decency and kindness they where OK with us going to the wet rides and wet parks without them. (Recently i learned Andrew did not bring extra clothes because he thought Sunway Lagoon was Sunway Pyramid. [=.=] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would actually go into long and exciting disscussion about how i got real sick on the 360-degree rides and how Andrew got wet anyway. I would also love to write a long descriptive essay with a poem at the end about the adrenaline-pumping-water-slides. If you gave me the chance, I would compose an ode about the exciting circular accelerating motion of the cow boot ride. Unfortunately this post is rather late, and I'm sure if you look around in other peoples blogs, there is a whole chronicle of what we did at Sunway Lagoon. All I can say was I had more fun and excitement than I can fully describe in a sensible sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after Sunway Lagoon, reality set in :( , school was starting again. Sure enough, i had load of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;, tonnes of work, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;, tuition, tuition work, co-curriculum activies, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;, house practices, library duty, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;, and not to forget, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, did i mention i had more &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt; then there are times I was trying to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt; the fact that i was under &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt; in this paragraph. I am stressing the usage of this word abit too far am I? Feeling &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stressed&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break dont I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who are keeping track:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;PROS&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CONS&lt;/span&gt; SCOREBOARD OF 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;For the Sunway Lagoon Wet Slides +173 points!&lt;br /&gt;For the Sunway Lagoon beach, swimming pools, and water fun +108&lt;br /&gt;For the Pirate's Revenge 360-degree ride which made me motion-sick, it still gets +164&lt;br /&gt;For the roller-coaster ride +94&lt;br /&gt;For the Dry Thrill Rides +88&lt;br /&gt;For the Spinning Teacup(don't ask)and Ferris Wheel +3&lt;br /&gt;For all the school starting stuff, -1&lt;br /&gt;For getting motion sickness on the 360-degree ride, -0.0001&lt;br /&gt;For all the STRESS -1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" border="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+631&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-3.0001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-7928637759786712350?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7928637759786712350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/mid-january-musings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/7928637759786712350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/7928637759786712350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/mid-january-musings.html' title='Mid-January Musings'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-9172854127200474604</id><published>2009-01-01T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:44:07.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year: 2009</title><content type='html'>Haha, its 2009. So what's the big fuss about 2009? After all, its just 2008 + 1 isnt it?So what if the  Earth went around the Sun another time?Is it just another reason to stop by in the middle of the highway just to watch the fireworks from Sunway? Just another ocassion where bored blogger's get to write about.... AND just a random conincidental date where i decide to debate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;PROS&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CONS&lt;/span&gt; SCOREBOARD OF 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just doing my usual stuff when i saw the pile of textbooks in front of me and realised "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I have to go back to school!Studies starting again!&lt;/span&gt;". "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;," i thought to myself,"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;school is not bad , just some homework and its not like i have never done homework before&lt;/span&gt;". That MAY be true, but &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;homework is still hard&lt;/span&gt; and i am forgetting an important part of school, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;exams&lt;/span&gt;. Furthermore, this year there is the dreaded &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;.On the bright side im gonna &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;meet all my schoolmates in school&lt;/span&gt; again! So lets make that a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; draw for 2009. For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll actually, i cant just say 2009 is is ALL about school. There's bound to be more &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;fun stuff&lt;/span&gt; this year! What they are? I just cant predict. If i could, i would win the lottery would't I? Then i would be so rich i'll just hire a consultant to consult me about 2009 instead of wondering about it right now. So the score stands at &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; for 2009, i would just have to accept it. Until i win the lottery that is. :) *crosses fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-9172854127200474604?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9172854127200474604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/9172854127200474604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/9172854127200474604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year: 2009'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</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-9084407347327948367.post-4306999096167137285</id><published>2008-12-31T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:35:04.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Year: 2008</title><content type='html'>So, as i type this 2008 is gonna enter the history books with the rest of the other 13.7 billion or so of its buddies. You see, i actually planned to write a really really long comtemplative essay about how i improved my life, how i have contributed to the world, how i relealised my social responsibilities, and how the last three topics are not actually true. But being the (lazy)human i am i decided to make a list of cool things I did in 2008(in no particular order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Cool Stuff in 2008&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Made A Blog&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay my blog is not THAT cool. But hey, where would this list be without the blog? Oooh! here the link to my blog if you dont know: Jian's Amusings&lt;br /&gt;And if you didn't know i had a blog, how are you reading this in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Learned to Make an Ambigram&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what an ambigram is? Well, THIS is an ambigram of my name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SVtUkZALESI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3OREGkdT82s/s1600-h/jianshenambigramspin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SVtUkZALESI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3OREGkdT82s/s320/jianshenambigramspin.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285911571813044514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Learned to Solve the Rubik's Cube&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry, im not gonna become like this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n55JFh5V8zY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n55JFh5V8zY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I Hugged A Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SVtUkCw4VtI/AAAAAAAAABs/6ZsKw8xS6hc/s1600-h/Fraser%27s+Hill+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SVtUkCw4VtI/AAAAAAAAABs/6ZsKw8xS6hc/s320/Fraser%27s+Hill+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285911565843322578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh yes indeed, i hugged a tree. What's that? You want to know what it feels like? Well, kinda like hugging a person, whos 10 metres tall, hard, brown, and covered in bark all over. That, and the person only bathes in the rain and eats soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sang Christmas Carols&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i sang, wanna watch it? Wanna hear it? Do you really wanna watch the video? Wanna feel the ear-splitting stomach-wrenching horror of me singing with a group of friends? DO YOU? HUH? Dont say i didnt warn you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1634172633&amp;amp;ref=profile#/video/video.php?v=1023269155360"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1634172633&amp;amp;ref=profile#/video/video.php?v=1023269155360&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-4306999096167137285?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4306999096167137285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-year-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/4306999096167137285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/4306999096167137285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-year-2008.html' title='What A Year: 2008'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SVtUkZALESI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3OREGkdT82s/s72-c/jianshenambigramspin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084407347327948367.post-7421715634411630858</id><published>2008-12-16T23:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:30:29.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gathering With An Old Friend</title><content type='html'>Where do i start? It has been a helluvaday! You see, i mean you WILL see from the photos below, a friend and former classmate Li Ann has returned to Malaysia! And not only that, we had a gathering just for fun!(and to meet and catch up with Li Ann of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="2" bordercolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SUfMWiaX3PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W7arLXf101Q/s1600-h/DSCN3973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SUfMWiaX3PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W7arLXf101Q/s320/DSCN3973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280413775681805554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Li Ann, Hostess of the Gathering- She somehow decided we should meet up at Kayu Nasi Kandar , she wanted to try that Super-Big-Long-Sweet-Buttery-Roti-Tisu thingy, unfortunately it was lunch time and Kayu Nasi Kandar only serves mee and nasi at that time.(gagh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="centre"&gt;&lt;table border="2" bordercolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SUfMXcyitGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nwg0-13-GB8/s1600-h/DSCN3976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SUfMXcyitGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nwg0-13-GB8/s320/DSCN3976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280413791352435810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(From left to right)Hanley, Li Ann, Jen Nee,Sam- Notice the empty plates, yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="2" bordercolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SUfMXipqdeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/G1YZ9U6n4Uc/s1600-h/DSCN3977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SUfMXipqdeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/G1YZ9U6n4Uc/s320/DSCN3977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280413792925808098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone that went to the gathering- not including me of course since im the photographer at the time. And not including the lady at the top left, thats the waitress(probably doesnt want to join us anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah after the eating, talking, laughing, present giving, and camera-bag-chasing, we decided to go to Li Ann's house(dont ask me why). Yeah and we were going to walk there. Come on, a bit of walk once in a while (in the blazing weather) wouldnt kill you would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were at Li Ann's before you knew it, and we met her mum and saw her brother's Lego ermmm....collection?gallery?assembly line?It was a nice house with nice people. Here's some pics to see for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="2" bordercolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SUfMX4mC-RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N-jj_SX_A1E/s1600-h/DSCN3982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SUfMX4mC-RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N-jj_SX_A1E/s320/DSCN3982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280413798816217362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture of Elaura, Lesley, and the ever-elusive-and-rather-destructive-Wen. ahem *nature guide voice* The Wen is seen here in its natural habitat, around people. Although Wen is normally spotted in areas of high concentrations of Lego&lt;sup&gt;TM&lt;/sup&gt;, he is seen here with a stack of blocks(which are about to topple).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="2" bordercolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SUjHJz-muAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/230FTFid4Ho/s1600-h/DSCN3984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SUjHJz-muAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/230FTFid4Ho/s320/DSCN3984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280689534477449218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MayQin(piano) and Hanley(drums)- Notice the ghost like effect on Ever-Elusive-Wen hiding behind the cymbals and Ling Ben trying to catch him. Yeah the ever gracious Li Ann was willing to let us play on her piano, drums, and guitar, all for good and safe fun of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="2" bordercolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SUfMYMxPhdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QH-DXYEjXRQ/s1600-h/DSCN3995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SUfMYMxPhdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QH-DXYEjXRQ/s320/DSCN3995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280413804231886290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LengLui Guitarist Strumming Some Christmas Songs- Somehow, or probably due to the "Magic of Christmas", everyone started singing and jamming to Christmas Songs.It was quite fun singing "WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS" out aloud with like 10 people (sorry neighbours, we dont have volume control) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="2" bordercolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SUjCIuqsrSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ulWKJpUFY7Q/s1600-h/DSCN3997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SUjCIuqsrSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ulWKJpUFY7Q/s320/DSCN3997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280684018313768226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Song Singing- Typical scene of Christmas song singing, Edward was suprisingly reluctant to join in eventhough he is in the Seafield Choir Club, go figure. Couldnt say we sounded very nice but it was fun, Ling Ben was singing from behind Lesley, couldnt get him in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-7421715634411630858?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7421715634411630858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-do-i-start-it-has-been-helluvaday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/7421715634411630858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/7421715634411630858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-do-i-start-it-has-been-helluvaday.html' title='A Gathering With An Old Friend'/><author><name>Jian Shen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13797133686438850837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a0ECkvab0tY/SUfMWiaX3PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W7arLXf101Q/s72-c/DSCN3973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084407347327948367.post-4610030310327318851</id><published>2008-12-10T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:50:25.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahah! A Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee scrollamount="25"&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;font COLOR=" #FF0000"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;we-inspiring &lt;font COLOR=" #FF0000"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;uper-cool-moving &lt;font COLOR=" #FF0000"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;elf-Sliding Title for a &lt;font COLOR=" #FF0000"&gt;C&lt;/font&gt;ool &lt;font COLOR=" #FF0000"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;ptimized &lt;font COLOR=" #FF0000"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;utstanding &lt;font COLOR=" #FF0000"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;lama-spitting Blog&lt;/font&gt;(not to mention self-praising)&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, everyone was asking me to start a blog. Okay...... well not everyone, im sure there are people out there who would rather me NOT have a blog (ahem &lt;marquee style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" scrollamount="50"&gt;*government*&lt;/marquee&gt;ahem&lt;marquee style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" scrollamount="50"&gt;*ISA*&lt;/marquee&gt;ahem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in the world and internet filled with mindless games, self-addictive sites and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;websites naming themselves after a part of our head and a reading material&lt;/a&gt; would i make a blog? Havent i still have that &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/"&gt;site named after the sound of certain species of bird makes&lt;/a&gt; to try out?Poke me and tell me i am &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/Persuadable"&gt;persuadable&lt;/a&gt;,  have high &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/persuasibleness"&gt;persuasibleness&lt;/a&gt; (sure! theres such word, click the link!) , tell the world i rarely &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/expostulate"&gt;expostulate&lt;/a&gt;(go on, click the link), call me &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/capricious"&gt;capricious&lt;/a&gt;(I said click the link!)or even say i am &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/mercurial"&gt;mercurial&lt;/a&gt;(Tired of clicking links? XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is! Five minutes of my life used to fill the first entry of my blog with stuff even i dont understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:This look and feel is just temporary until i get my lazy-bum and inactive-brain to edit the blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.:My bum is not lazy, its just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S:Dont know when i will post the next post, so dont hold your breath waiting for the next post...or you might end up in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.P.S: If you dont already know, dont take this blog seriously, SERIOUSLY! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;.S.:Wondering when i would stop putting P.S.'s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alot-Of-P's).S.:Stop it! Bloggers these days! No discipline!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9084407347327948367-4610030310327318851?l=jianamusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4610030310327318851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahah-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/4610030310327318851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9084407347327948367/posts/default/4610030310327318851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jianamusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahah-blog.html' title='Ahah! 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