<?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-15414138</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:12:27.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Thoughts...Inner Voices...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414138.post-116865722912526291</id><published>2007-01-12T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:00:29.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all. If you's interested in web comics, here's something that may interest you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The price of having a happy ending in fairy tales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ea.snafu-comics.com"&gt;www.ea.snafu-comics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-116865722912526291?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/116865722912526291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=116865722912526291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/116865722912526291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/116865722912526291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-116395186488268388</id><published>2006-11-19T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T07:57:44.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thought of the day: Can predestination co-exist with free will?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-116395186488268388?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/116395186488268388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=116395186488268388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/116395186488268388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/116395186488268388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2006/11/thought-of-day-can-predestination-co.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-116395097466382466</id><published>2006-11-19T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T07:42:54.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya! Haven't been updating for a long time..heh, due to NS and all, ah well. Anyway, I'm currently in OCS and yeh all I can say is most info is classified, so won't talk much about NS =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm still watching anime and am watching Negima!? something like the original one but now focusing on the magic portion of Negima universe. Nice show, I rec Negima! fans to watch it too ^^ there's not much fan service though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm trying to get back to writting finish my story in FF.netand if that isn't ambitious enough, I'm planning to start another multi chaptered fiction. Yeh, I'm a sucker for overloading myself =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-116395097466382466?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/116395097466382466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=116395097466382466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/116395097466382466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/116395097466382466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2006/11/heya-havent-been-updating-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-114674713580712741</id><published>2006-05-04T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T05:52:15.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you, but...&lt;br /&gt;If I can't love you, I'll befriend you.&lt;br /&gt;If I can't befriend you, I'll ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;If I can't ignore you, I'll hate you.&lt;br /&gt;If I can't hate you...maybe it's because&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-114674713580712741?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/114674713580712741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=114674713580712741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/114674713580712741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/114674713580712741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-114519708523321430</id><published>2006-04-15T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T07:18:05.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Easter Hols was spent in a &lt;em&gt;kelong &lt;/em&gt;in the waters off Johor, Pengaran. What for? Fishing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to catch 2 fishies: 1) a small puffer fish and 2) an unknown fish =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puffer fish was so cute. when disturbed it sucked in air and puffed up, much like a balloon and acted like a ball when squished. I found that the young puffer fish was not dangerous at all. Its spines was not mature yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than fishes, I also met some peopl there. There's a little girl, Cindy, who always accompanied me where ever I go. I must say I'm flattered to be adored by someone but if only she was not 6 but older instead, it's be much more flattering ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got 2 free fishing sets in the trip =) and I plan to bring them to Ubin and fish one day. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-114519708523321430?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/114519708523321430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=114519708523321430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/114519708523321430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/114519708523321430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-hols-was-spent-in-kelong-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-114386024031804644</id><published>2006-03-31T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T18:57:20.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sports Day is when different teams of people and individuals try to do their best to show that they can achieve greatness on the track. Had to drop off some stuff in Cat High today and what do I see? Sports Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the funny thing: I reached at 1700h and it took me a few moments to realize that the event haven't even started. Dude! Schools ends at 1400h from what I found out. Think of all the worried parents that clutch their son's blankets with lines of worry on their faces as they wonder where their precious sons are. Well, I know. They are in school doing the stupid of cheering at the mindless waste of energy running back and forth the same stretch of track in the late afternoon to the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have nothing against the "team spirit development"ness of this events, infact I encourage healthy competition and exercise. But what really bothered me was the way the event was carried out. Here's the things that bugs me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The field is under "upgrading" where a softball field is add to the new tennis court and the basketball court (A major case of poor planning of the overall school layout), so there were no field events. That takes away some of the fun of watching people throwing stuff and pole vaulting and the "students (trashing) teachers" soccer match. So, it's a very bad time to hold the event right? Not to the organisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the oppressive atmosphere. I remember fondly when the cheerleaders would stand up front and hype up the Houses to make some noise. Now, instead of the smiling and perky students and teachers holding drums and rattlers cheering, the school's "police force", the NPCC, was deployed and stood in front of the Houses staring down on the spectators and shouting at them to behave and "STAND BEHIND THE GRASS PATCH! SIT DOWN! DON"T TEST MY ULTIMATE OPPRESSIVE POWER!" Man, talk about overkill...Okay I added the last statement in for effect but their cold hard looks just screams that. What of the cheerleaders? I found them in the "time out" corner facing the wall with a "officer" snarling at them about the importance of keeping order and how the unhappiness of the teachers is proportional to their unhappiness, times 10. It was like a prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the athletes. Gone where the humble quiet ones who were focused with concentration only to celebrate with their respective houses after they finish. Now, it's the "Look at all those none competitors, weak unlike us. Let us bask in the lime-light now and ignore them after the run." type. Come on, their performance was not even remotely as good as their predecessors. Let's compare the previous best time of the 100 meter sprint to the current one: 9.8sec to 11.2sec. Is that something to be snotty about? Shameful and pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the commentator who can be described in either word, LAME or REDUNDANT. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know should I admire the entrepreneur spirit of some students or be disgusted by the opening of the ice cream stand and the soft drinks store. There used to be a milo truck giving away free iced milo for such events. Milo is free, healthy and the ideal sports drink. Now what do the school do? Fattening ice cream sold by stingy students and tooth rotting soft drinks sold by the people from the company who delivered them. Ironic eh? Sports Day is about being healthy when these unhealthy things are sold. What is the organisers thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this major event is filled with funny and contradicting things, I shudder to think of the other projects the school will churn out or had churned out. If the principal claims that "other schools are also doing it" I guess the people at the top has to be replaced with better suited people who have the youth, not their pay cheques, in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-114386024031804644?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/114386024031804644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=114386024031804644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/114386024031804644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/114386024031804644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2006/03/sports-day-is-when-different-teams-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-114192274348320390</id><published>2006-03-09T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T09:05:46.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,&lt;br /&gt;Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,&lt;br /&gt;As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.&lt;br /&gt;"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -&lt;br /&gt;Only this, and nothing more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,&lt;br /&gt;And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow&lt;br /&gt;From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -&lt;br /&gt;For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -&lt;br /&gt;Nameless here for evermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain&lt;br /&gt;Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;&lt;br /&gt;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,&lt;br /&gt;"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -&lt;br /&gt;Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -&lt;br /&gt;This it is, and nothing more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,&lt;br /&gt;"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,&lt;br /&gt;And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,&lt;br /&gt;That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door; -&lt;br /&gt;Darkness there, and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,&lt;br /&gt;Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;&lt;br /&gt;But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,&lt;br /&gt;And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"&lt;br /&gt;This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" - Merely this, and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,&lt;br /&gt;Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.&lt;br /&gt;"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:&lt;br /&gt;Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the wind and nothing more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,&lt;br /&gt;In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;&lt;br /&gt;Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;&lt;br /&gt;But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -&lt;br /&gt;Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -&lt;br /&gt;Perched, and sat, and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,&lt;br /&gt;By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.&lt;br /&gt;"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,&lt;br /&gt;Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore -&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"&lt;br /&gt;Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,&lt;br /&gt;Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;&lt;br /&gt;For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being&lt;br /&gt;Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door -&lt;br /&gt;Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,&lt;br /&gt;With such name as "Nevermore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only&lt;br /&gt;That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered -&lt;br /&gt;Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before -&lt;br /&gt;On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."&lt;br /&gt;Then the bird said, "Nevermore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,&lt;br /&gt;"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,&lt;br /&gt;Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster&lt;br /&gt;Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -&lt;br /&gt;Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore&lt;br /&gt;Of 'Never - nevermore'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,&lt;br /&gt;Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;&lt;br /&gt;Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking&lt;br /&gt;Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -&lt;br /&gt;What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore&lt;br /&gt;Meant in croaking "Nevermore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing&lt;br /&gt;To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;&lt;br /&gt;This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining&lt;br /&gt;On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,&lt;br /&gt;But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,&lt;br /&gt;She shall press, ah, nevermore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer&lt;br /&gt;Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.&lt;br /&gt;"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee&lt;br /&gt;Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore&lt;br /&gt;Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"&lt;br /&gt;Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -&lt;br /&gt;Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,&lt;br /&gt;Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -&lt;br /&gt;On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore -&lt;br /&gt;Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!"&lt;br /&gt;Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!&lt;br /&gt;By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -&lt;br /&gt;Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,&lt;br /&gt;It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -&lt;br /&gt;Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."&lt;br /&gt;Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting -&lt;br /&gt;"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!&lt;br /&gt;Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!&lt;br /&gt;Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!&lt;br /&gt;Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"&lt;br /&gt;Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting&lt;br /&gt;On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;&lt;br /&gt;And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;&lt;br /&gt;And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Shall be lifted - nevermore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe (1845)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-114192274348320390?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/114192274348320390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=114192274348320390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/114192274348320390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/114192274348320390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2006/03/once-upon-midnight-dreary-while-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-113604365171962298</id><published>2006-01-01T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T07:40:56.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Year 2005 started out with a BANG! 57th Anniversary Campfire, FYP grouping, planning for the year ahead...etc, etc. I made 3 resolutions for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get my driving license&lt;br /&gt;2) Learn Japanese&lt;br /&gt;3) NOT to get attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, well, 2 out of 3 is good right? ^^ I'll let you guess which are the two that I succeded =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, 2005 is quite a good year actually...I made lots of new friends, lost one (it's the other party's fault...honestly) fulfilled an old promise, did not get into any arguements with my family, got much experience and I did lose some weight =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were some downsides though...the passing of my grandpa (bless his soul), retaking my driving test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, focusing on the good of things, I'll say 2005 has been fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 beckons and as the year passes on to the other, I will remember the good times and look forward to the new year with renewed passion for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my preliminary resolutions for 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Not to be attached&lt;br /&gt;2) Start to earn my keep&lt;br /&gt;3) Continue to learn the ways to improve myself&lt;br /&gt;4) Treat my family dinner&lt;br /&gt;5) Write finish my story that I had posted almost 1 year ago =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all have a merry happy New Year! Wish that all your endevours will turn up right and stay healthy ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say with me! 5...4...3...2...1...0 Happy New Year!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: For time adjustment of increasing 1 second due to the slowing of the Earth's rotation, I included "0" haha =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-113604365171962298?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/113604365171962298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=113604365171962298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113604365171962298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113604365171962298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2006/01/year-2005-started-out-with-bang-57th.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-113587454412775179</id><published>2005-12-30T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T08:42:24.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke at 0730 this morning for an early breakfast. Economical noodles with vegetable...humble and fulfilling. Anyway, main event that happened was a visit to Sentosa...Singapore's Island Resort ^^ Price to get in: $2 per head plus $2 extra for a car =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet Renee at 1000h for a day of fun between Underwater World and Dolphine lagoon, the places she worked...actually as a Dolphine Trainer Trainee at Dolphine Lagoon (confusing, no?). First up, we went to Underwater world where there were these huge turtles in a pond. I guess there were about 12 of them in this clear water pond, each about 1 metre in length! I jokingly said that one could just as well take up the whole pond in my garden ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a slow stroll to Dolphine Lagoon to catch the 1100 practice session. It was more of a sneak preview of what is to come at the 1730 show. There, we saw the pink dolphines, Han and Tan. They were still young so most of their skin was still grey. Learnt many facts about the dolphines, I even got a chance to reach out and touch them ^^ Feels like hard boiled eggs =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick lunch at Sakae Sushi, we went back to Underwater World to look at the exhibits. Here's something new: the Sea Angels. They look like jelly fish but are actually sea slugs (think translusent half inch slugs with short stubby wings ^^) Native to the Artic regions, it trives on the frigid waters...hmm, I won't turn this to an bio lesson. Oh yeh, there was also an exhibit on the maturity of shark's egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, after a walk around the viewing area, I head to the "behind-the-scenes" area to prepare to dive. It's an enriching experience with all the fishies swimming around you and I was waving to all the visitors in the acrylic tunnel...fun! I get to pose with a leopard shark in my hands...how cool is that?! ^^ I strongly recommend it to anyone who's game enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, went back to the Dolphine Lagoon to watch the 1730 performance...which was almost full house at 1700h already! It was quite exciting to watch the dolphines perform. This time, Jumbo jioned in the performance. Being so old, it was almost completely pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1700h, we took our dinner to the musical fountain to watch the Magical Sentosa show. It was more entertaining than the first time I watched it. Could be due to the company =) and the situation...the last time I brought my Scouts there so I could not realy enjpy the show fully. One comment abouyt it is that they should make a better storyline for the show to make it more appealing. But all in all, a great show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to sleep. nite ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-113587454412775179?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/113587454412775179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=113587454412775179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113587454412775179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113587454412775179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/12/woke-at-0730-this-morning-for-early_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-113481195265275753</id><published>2005-12-16T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T01:32:32.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the time of the year when bright lights shine on decorated trees while friends and family gather. It's also the time of the year when you want to spend it with your special someone ;) This is for my special someone out there...you know who you are ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There is just one thing&lt;br /&gt;I needI don't care about the presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There is just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care about the presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to hang my stocking&lt;br /&gt;There upon the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus won't make me happy&lt;br /&gt;With a toy on Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask for much this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I won't even wish for snow&lt;br /&gt;And I, I just wanna keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't make a list and send it&lt;br /&gt;To the North Pole for St. Nick&lt;br /&gt;I won't even stay awake&lt;br /&gt;To hear those magic reindeer click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto me so tight&lt;br /&gt;What more can I do&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, all I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lights are shining&lt;br /&gt;So brightly everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of childrens'&lt;br /&gt;Laughter fills the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone is singing&lt;br /&gt;I hear those sleigh bells ringing&lt;br /&gt;Santa won't you bring me&lt;br /&gt;The one I really need&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please bring my baby to me, quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;This is all I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna see my baby&lt;br /&gt;Standing right outside my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;Baby, all I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, that was my Christmas wish...will it come true this year? =P Merry Christmas ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-113481195265275753?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/113481195265275753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=113481195265275753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113481195265275753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113481195265275753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-time-of-year-when-bright-lights.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-113422342221942050</id><published>2005-12-05T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T06:13:59.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeh. Years of anticipation, months of training and days of hardwork had finally paid off. Catholic High Scout Goup had won the BEST PATROL award of NPC 2005 ^^ YAY!!! Well done to the boys: Patrol Leader, Jing Chen; Louis, Sai Meng; Zhi Wei; Toon Ee; Joshua; Hector and Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recap the days in NPC 2005...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 49 competing patrols. 8 Scouts in each patrol. These 49 patrols are split into 4 sub-camps. I took charge of sub-camp 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As assistant sub-camp chief, I was incharge of 13 patrols: 104 Scouts' welfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Patrols are: Yuen Ching, River Valley, Chai Chee, Tanjong Katong, RI02, Houkang, Hong Kah, Victoria, Holy Innocent, Dunman High, Fox Scouts, Bukit Pangjang and St Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in Sarimbun at 1000h via taxi. There, I helped to check the central equipment which are to be given to the schools. Schools started to trickle is by 1200h. Had flag raising after that...at the campfire circle 'cause the field was taken up by the pioneering projects. The Camp chief had made a speech to the competitors but had to pause when a puppy stole the show. Passing my camera to a service scout, I walked foreward and took the puppy away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the official start of the camp, I had the patrols do their cheers as an ice-breaker and an introduction. Morale had started with a high and off they go for their camp development...and spent the rest the day doing that. Had Patrol Leader's Council (PLC) at night where I briefed them on the next day's programme. Then had Team NPC meeting after that...almost fell asleep a few times ^^" sorry, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at the modular tent that night...man, it's cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick warm up in the morning by the sub-camps, the camps readied for inspection. As walked around with the clip board, graded the different patrols on their layout and stuff...good experience ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camps 2 and 3 then went for backswoodman and orienteering while 1 and 4 continued their camp development (camp d). At 1200h, the camps changed over. I'm quite impressed by the fires that they built. Very creative...some even cheated with kerosene soaked wood shavings -_- I took a look at the stuff my scouts made and I'm glad for their fine performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, our camp had food judging and I was quite impressed by SJI's themed dinner, they even bothered to dress up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Team NPC, it started to rain. I rushed to the different camps to check up on everyone. Went back to the dorm to sleep after PLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, overslept! Woke up just in time for inspection. Can't help it, the weather was too good to sleep in ^^" Turns out my co-assistant sub-camp chief also slept in =P Ah well, no harm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During inspection for sub-camp 2, I was quite appalled by the ground condtions of some camps. Can't help them, it's all part of camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizes followed inspection.They were quized on Campcraft &amp;amp; Pioneering, First Aid, Orienteering and Scout Lore. Saw some questions...can't answer a few of them ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioneering was next. I ordered a water parade and reminded my sub-camp about being safe. So started 4.5 hours of tower building. During that time, I helped to mark the quiz papers and telly the scores. Seems some patrols agreed on the difficulty of the papers while some astounded me. After that, I went to watch my Scouts construct their tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held our breaths as the sun began to set and time ticked away. Thank goodness they managed to finish in time! Whew. I was then tasked to check on all the structures in my sub-camp to test for stability. It was satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick dinner, the sub-camp went for their camper's night. I was upset by the poor show that they put up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team NPC and PLC ended late 0300. Slept in the modular tent again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the last competing day of NPC has arrived. Today we went to sub-camp 3 for inspection. I get to see my Scouts campsite. Was satisfied by their camping standard and knots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then asked to help judge the first aid pratical. My family came but I was too busy to look for them. Ah well. Anyway, was glad most of the candidates knew what they were doing whild a little concerned for some who really did did not have the faintest idea on how to apply first aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The open house was next and many visitors were awed by the displays the schools showed. At 1800h, my sub-camp marched to the main campfire circle while singing the sub-camp song: Sub-camp 1, one united,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The much anticipated final campfire was filled with cheers and laughter. I learnt the many different versions of the old song "twinkle twinkle little star" It was fun ^^ When the time came for the announcing of results, there was tension in the air. I was so tensed and restless that I stood through the whole thing. I held my breath as the Campchief came to the part where the Best Patrol award was to be given out. Finally when he said our name, I cried out with the rest of the troop "YEEEHHHH!!!!" and followed by our troop cheer. It was a moment of invincibility that I felt...the same feeling the last time we won the award in 1999. I hugged my nearest brother in Scouting and trusted my fist to the air all dignity gone =P HAHAHAHA! Whoooooooooooo Hoooooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short victory cheer again, I went home on the bus with the rest of the troop...I had school the next day -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was it. 4 years ago when we lost, I made a promise that I will stay on and train the boys to get back our glory. NPC 2005, my last chance to fulfill it proved to be successful. Now think it's time to fade away as my time to serve my nation has come. It's been fun guys. Thank you all for helping my with my promise ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-113422342221942050?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/113422342221942050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=113422342221942050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113422342221942050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113422342221942050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-yeh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-113338385240864385</id><published>2005-11-30T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T12:52:40.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew. a whole day buzzing with activity. Class start as usual at 0800h. Had to seat through two consecutive lectures...sleepy sia -.- then came the three hour break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st hour was spent on touching up the plane in the clubhouse with Iceman. 2nd hour was spent eating with a special guest, Yvonne. Such a charming lady. Still remember the day when we first formed the class and I took the initiative to talk to her =P Ah well. 3rd hour was faithfully spent in a meeting for a role play assignment that was conveniantly posponed due to my absence for a competition that I was lookin forward to...NPC 2005 ^^ so happens that 1 Dec was the assignment and the first day of the competition. Thanks to me, the assignment was posponed to next week instead =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the break, we attended the avionics practical. Did soldering today. No problem. In fact, I finished my circuit board, which means i'm ahead of my classmates...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to donate blood after school. Good experience. Funny thing. My dad's blood type is A, mom's B, bro's B and sis' AB. My blood type was O ^^" In other words, they'll be after my blood if anything happened (touch wood) head back to the clubhouse to see the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the craft to the stadium where the wwnt for a few runs. We had a SIA pilot to look ate the plane. He was praising our afforts placed into the construction of the craft. Heh, the rudder was ripped off by the end of the trails =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left them at 1800 to go to Beach Road Army Market. Bought a new compass as instructed and i got myself a new firestarter kit. ($12) quickly went to Cat High after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there, they was about to lock up the room. Neway, dinner with our GSL, Mr Chua. I keep on encourage the boys to consume more meat as for the next few days, they won't be able to eat such food. Did a little shopping and went back to school to do some last minute tweaking. Left there at 0320 h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time. 1 Dec 2005. Months of trainning and preparation boils down to the next few days. Must win! Good luck to Catholic High NPC team!!! Will post the news when I return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-113338385240864385?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/113338385240864385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=113338385240864385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113338385240864385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113338385240864385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/11/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-113310840358086691</id><published>2005-11-28T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:13:15.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rain...drops of water, falling as one. It taps melodies on leaves, enhances the smells and slicks the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redish skies serves as the backdrop for the thin canopy of the trees that shelther the muddy path. There was no moon; it always hides behind the red clouds at this time of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped in a hooded cloak, a figure walks in the path. Every step leaves a print on the mud. Every print eroded away faithfully by the rain. Through the darkness, the figure follows the path with sure steps. An annual rite, but the path is as familiar as the streets of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arms folded within the cloak to keep dry, the figure made it's lonely passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the destination, the figure halt. Looking down, it stares at the slab of stone on the ground. One may have missed it as it was overgrown with flora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure listened to the patter of rain for a breath and suddenly spit at the stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been three years," the figure bitterly whispered. "Three years since we parted. Three years since you pushed me away. Three years since...you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm still angry with you. You never told me what was wrong with me...what's wrong with us. Every attempt to know more about you makes you shrink back more. I'm still lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, maybe you mistook my attempt at friendship for close affection, so you avoided me. Maybe you were afraid of something caused by me. For three years I always returned to ask you that question, three years I tried to search for the answers, none came about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flow of words paused. Waiting. Expecting to hear an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm leaving." the figure paused again. "I'm leaving you behind, just like you left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate to break promises, my friend. I would never have promised to be a friend forever to you if I had known what kind of personality you had. If things were different, I would make a point to visit you...but no, this bitterness between us seem too surreal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patter of raindrops ruled the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure chuckled, "you know, I guess our situation could be summed up as a hedgehog's dilemma: the closer we get, the more we hurt each other. So, I'm leaving. I'm never coming back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh, you're quiet today...as always." the figure looked up to the sky, feeling the rain on the skin. "As always..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later, the figure stooped to the height of the stone, and ran a finger across the engraving. lightly tracing the letters. " Well, I guess this is it, old friend. Time for me to move on. You'll be just a memory in time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure took our a single blue rose and placed it in front of the stone. Then Taking two fingers of the right hand, it kissed them before placing them on the stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good bye, my friend." folding the arms back into the cloak, the figure turned and begin to walk away. Taking a few steps, it turned its head back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I've found the person that caused all this. He will be brought to justice. Although nothing can bring you back, take comfort that I got him. Rest in Peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, the figure made its way following the path it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain...drops of water, falling as one. It taps melodies on leaves, enhances the smells and slicks the ground...It also washes away the tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-113310840358086691?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/113310840358086691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=113310840358086691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113310840358086691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113310840358086691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/11/rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-113276302681262700</id><published>2005-11-24T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T08:23:51.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>23 Nov 2005, first official maiden flight of our project ^^ WoooHooo! Heh heh, made the most fundamental mistake of a camera man...did not keep the camera trained on the subject =P So all we got was the clip to the point where we went "whoa" (the lift-off) -_- ah well, learning point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, seemed our time to buy the new props paid off. Ah yes, one thing to note to myself: do not buy the Wanton Mee in China town, the noodles stick =P Kudos to Iceman for the decision of buying the stuff. Hey, your $15 investment paid off ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's back to the drawing board for Drake and I. Tight schedules. But hey, our motto is "Don't worry bout it, Eugene will settle it"  so ya, thx for the faith...i guess (stress sia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, still wanna watch HP: GOF and Just Like Heaven. Anyone up of the movies? Oh and Drake, "Harry beacons" =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-113276302681262700?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/113276302681262700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=113276302681262700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113276302681262700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113276302681262700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/11/23-nov-2005-first-official-maiden.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-113235863260038775</id><published>2005-11-19T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T16:03:52.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"So, why should your project be highlighted?" asked the judge. These are the words they asked every group that went through their interview. This project highlight interview is held to select the teams that will display their creations in SP innovex 2006. There's much glory to be chosen...and the teams get to skip classes =P Our team was the first to present. One advantage is the judges are not that bored yet ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the informal presentation (that could have gone better), our team went to the track to attempt a test flight. Due to secrecy, I had not blogged the previous few runs that we did. This run, we were attempting to get the plane off the ground. Unfortunately, somebody forgotten to charge the control radio batteries ¬¬ well, it was about to rain (and it did) anyway, So we packed up and left soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Drake's home for a scrumptious dinner. Her family was really accomdating. Hmm, personally, I liked the mee siam. Think I'll ask her for the recipe. Drake and I then played the Harry Potter Quidditch card game. Turned out we were just playing as we went along., not very clear of how to play ^^" but hey, we had fun. Stayed there till 2200h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Bishan at 2300h and wanted to go to Cat High to see how the NPC is coming about. but the gate was locked and looks like no one was there. Head for home after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-113235863260038775?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/113235863260038775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=113235863260038775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113235863260038775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113235863260038775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-why-should-your-project-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-113198075342627813</id><published>2005-11-14T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T07:05:53.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh, went for my "Pre-enlistment Medical Checkup" today at CMPB. Was supposed to meet a few of my friends at the MRT station, but I kinda slept in ¬¬ neway, reached there on time for my 0800 appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesee, 1st there was the photo taking...luckily i had a hair-cut the day before. Hope my photo will turn up okay =P Next was the urine test. I pee-ed too much so I tried to dump some into the urinal. By accident, I dumped all ^^" So I had to pee again so there was enough of it to do the test. The blood test was next. Just a light prick and he drew a little blood. Hmm, had to wonder what will they do with all those used pricky contraptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dental check up was quick, though the nurse said something about "37P; 38P" *shrugs* I was then asked to go for an X-ray for my jaw. Wonder what's wrong. Speaking of X-ray, I took a chest X-ray next. I think the guys there are quite efficient. Very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the eye checkup next. The colour test followed by the letter reading test. So far, so good, not much hussle. Then heading to the audio thingy to test my hearing. I managed to hear all ^^ I was then asked to go to Station 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At station 6, they took my height and weight which was 73kg and 1.76m respectively. My blood pressure seem a little high. Think the ackward position I was sitting in contributed to the discrepency. In that same room, we took the ECG test. According to the report, I seem to have a little abnormality. Something leads. and i think my heart rate is on the slow side with 58 beats/min. Took a test next whick I think is better not mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing I seem to hate is the computer test. asking questions after questions. There was even timing taken. Only managed to finish 2 exercises. Finally, we came to the 19 page questionair. Upon completion, I left for the release counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda looking forward to my enlistment =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-113198075342627813?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/113198075342627813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=113198075342627813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113198075342627813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113198075342627813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/11/heh-went-for-my-pre-enlistment-medical_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-113158177268018340</id><published>2005-11-09T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T16:16:12.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to China Town today with Iceman to get some materials for FYP. While there, we were lucky enough to try the famoue Curry Chicken Noodles (which is basically Laksa with chicken in it) as the store just opened and there wasn't a person in queue...yet. It's so good that a long queue had fomed after us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to school for avionics Lab. Heh, I managed to connect the circuit with the least wires and the fastest...not bad eh? ^^ After class, Iceman had to go for a blood test while I went back to the club house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touched up on the soldering while Brother Bear and Jet Lag did the aircraft fuselage. If our pace keeps us, we're sure to fly by next Monday...keeping my fingures crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-113158177268018340?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/113158177268018340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=113158177268018340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113158177268018340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113158177268018340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/11/went-to-china-town-today-with-iceman.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-113044081463620262</id><published>2005-10-28T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T12:20:14.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew, just returned home after a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school for FYP, a busy start as we did the final reinforcements of the aircraft, or rather a seacraft that flies...if it floats that is =P It better or else $2000+ will be going under water -_- left the club house at 1700h with Drake to head for my Lifesaving class. (Not bad eh? Lifesaving and Adult First Aid ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with 10 laps of freestyle swimming, it made me realise how far I have fallen: last time I could do 20 laps easy, now after 10 laps, I was starting to get dizzy and heated up =P Then we did extended chin tow, 3 laps of it. I was partnered with my friend who could not seem to float and was so skinny that I could not find purchase to hold onto his cheek. I excused myself to rush for a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Became restless after awhile as the meeting did not seem to end =P but thank goodness it finally did at 2240h. Went for dinner with a buddy after that. We went to the famous Prata House where I got 3 &lt;em&gt;kosong&lt;/em&gt; while he ordered the mutton soup. Not to self: order the soup in the future, it's goooood, mmmm. We chatted till 0200h mostly about some issues and the things we gave up for our passion in Scouting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I could have spent my time finding a girlfriend instead of looking after my Scouts... I mean, you don't expect when I am in NS to call the SPL, "hey, how's the troop?" I tell you, he'll think I'm creepy and just hang up on me =P But I like to see CHS Scouts grow strong and stay strong. With it, I want my Scouts to be the best that they can be in the future, that's why I'm training them to make their own decisions, let them learn their flaws and build their strengths, strict discipline and solid brotherhood between the boys. They are all my younger brothers, even if they don't appreciate my, no, our efforts to nurture them and groom them to be a better person, just seeing them doing their best is already pride to my efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On speaking about our Scouts, I would like to thank someone special, Denise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank you for staying on with me and look after the Scouts. You are the only one from my batch who stayed on for so long and I think we work well with each other despite some disagreements. Even through your busy schedule and on coming competition, you never wavered from trying to do your best, hey, that's a Scouting spirit in you. Though our boys never say it out, I can tell that they find your presence conforting and are thankful for all you have done so far. I do wonder how do you feel about us in turn? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a big competition coming up, I will work hard and do my best to win back the honor and our legecy for I am almost desperate to win, for this will be my last major act and last shot at bringing honor to our troop. After that I'll fade as I prepare to serve another call of duty. Denise, I hope you'll stay on and hold the fort in my absence. I can say CHS Scouts need you. Need you to nurture and groom; need you to oversee and plan; and I say that I need you, cause there is no one else, besides our superiors, I trust to look after the troop when I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's work together to bring glory to our troop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-113044081463620262?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/113044081463620262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=113044081463620262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113044081463620262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/113044081463620262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/10/whew-just-returned-home-after-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112938420164090315</id><published>2005-10-15T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T06:50:01.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday: Haiz, attempted my driving test on Friday. Well, let's just say I did not pass -_- Sad...Walked under the rain back to Cat High as I promised to assist preparing for the open house which was to be held the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there, there was much hussle. Turns out that the school gave a day off to prepare the respective CCAs' booth. We had a third of the field. My Scouts had built two "cannonballs" and a five storey flag pole just for the open house. I was infromed they had already attempted to raise it and had broke a spar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began construction on the gateway. Some where sent to build gadgets: A counter and a shoe rack, and polish some equipment which are chosen to display. Heh, while building the gateway, the overcast sky treatened to rain. I was almost begging it not to rain or we'll fall behind schedule. Thankfully, the heavens were merciful and even blessed us with a light drizzle to keep us cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assisted them to erect the pole. It was a sight to behold. It was even taller than the school building =P Two 3 storey flag poles were erected at the sides of the 5 storey. They planned to place a long banner on each 3 storey. With the completion of these, we called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Reached Cat High at 0800h. The Scouts were already there seting up the booth properly. Spent untill 1000h to make it very presentable. Hmm, upon displaying he stuff, I just realised how  much awards and display items we had. It was the must colourful and prominent booth of all ^^ Flag raising was held at 1100h. The banners unfurled impressively...Seems we have a flagpole design for the next troop's birthday. Everyone went to work on preparing for NPC. As said before, I'm not at liberty to devulge any information about our trainings =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, the next week will be packed with my 1st aid course. Well, take care ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112938420164090315?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112938420164090315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112938420164090315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112938420164090315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112938420164090315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/10/friday-haiz-attempted-my-driving-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112912912291394498</id><published>2005-10-12T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T07:58:45.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuned into the radio today...after a long period "cold turkey" from it =P Hey, had to look after my ears *shrugs* Anyway, this song was on. I dunno, haven't heard it for quite some time. Wonder how's the band doing? Here's Backstreet Boys with the 1999 hit, I Want It That Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are....... my fire.&lt;br /&gt;The one.......desire.&lt;br /&gt;BelieveWhen I say.....I want it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we, are two worlds apart.&lt;br /&gt;Can't reach to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;When you say:&lt;br /&gt;That I want it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why.......&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a heartache.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why.......&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why.....&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna hear you say:&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I, your fire?&lt;br /&gt;Your one, desire?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;But I want it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why.....&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a heartache.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why.....&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why.....&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna hear you say:&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see that we've fallen apart....&lt;br /&gt;From the way that it used to be, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;No matter the distance.....&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;That deep down inside of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are.....my fire.&lt;br /&gt;The one....desire.&lt;br /&gt;You are...&lt;br /&gt;You are, You are, You are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear you say:&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a heartache&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;(Don't wanna hear you say)&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna hear you say:&lt;br /&gt;(Ohh, yeah) I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a heartache.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why,&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna hear you say:&lt;br /&gt;(Don't wanna hear you say)&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why...&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a heartache.....&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why,&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna hear you say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I want it that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112912912291394498?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112912912291394498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112912912291394498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112912912291394498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112912912291394498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/10/tuned-into-radio-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112904253314134420</id><published>2005-10-11T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T07:55:33.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good deed for the day: helped one old man and a blind lady to look out for their bus ^^ Missed 2 of my buses but it's okay, it's good to help others =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, thought i'll be late for my FYP meeting, turns out I was the earliest =P Did some sanding and planking, had a innuendo laced conversation in the room ^^" It was a blast! Regretfully left at 1330h...had another appointment with my second family, my Scouts! *pride* ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We built the gateway today. A lot of trial and error. Learnt from our mistakes and finally got the thing up in full view of the rest of the people in the field. The Primary school kids were impressed. I'm proud of my Sec 2s, they managed to get the thing up and planned a playground for the open house this Saturday. We basked in our accomplishment for awhile and even took a group photo. Good job, guys! Hmm, seems we need to work on the deco...personally, the gateway is pretty nice by itself already ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home, watched The Aviator. Dunno if the movie is credible, but it's inspiring that someone would actually put his reputation and money on the line just to further the future of aviation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112904253314134420?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112904253314134420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112904253314134420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112904253314134420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112904253314134420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-deed-for-day-helped-one-old-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112892791445351006</id><published>2005-10-10T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T01:42:35.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once there lived a gardener. A pretty garden he had: potted, bedded plants and flowers from everywhere. Most of them given, some were found. He loved all these plants, from their petals to their torns. He shared his joy with his assistant, a friend. They would exchange notes and formulas to nurture their plants. Everytime a flower blossom, they will admire and share the joys of it's beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, they recieved a small pot of sapling. It was so small, so fragile, so innocent. Both gardener and assistant were intrigued as this was a rare plant. The gardener took to himself to find out more on this exortic sapling while the assistant would follow the tips and instructions. Both worked to a common goal to keep this plant healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gardener spent months upon months doing research: the best soil conditions, the amount of sunlight, the amount of water...these information was passed on to the assistant who will spend time tending the plant. It worked well for both of them as the sapling grew steadily. As the sapling grew and flowered, the more beautiful it gets. People who visited the garden were enchanted by it's beauty. They praised the assistant of a job well done, not knowing the efforts done by the gardener. The gardener was happy for his assistant for this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plant grew, day after day. Books can only tell you so much, the best way to grow a plant is to spend time with it and learn it. However, everytime the gardener approaches the plant, the assistant would jealously guard it, not allowing the gardener to even go near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's best that you do not go near it," the assistant warned, lightly pushing the gardener away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gardener was puzzled, but did not press on further. He tended on his other plants while admiring the beauty of the plant from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the assistant was busy, the gardener aproach the plant. As soon as his fingers touched the stalk, he felt the most painful prick. It was excruiating that his tears rolled down his cheek. He caught his tears. Turns out this plant had torns, torns that will open in it's defence. But the gardener was unfazed. he tried to touch the plant again and got the same result. Everytime he touched the plant, the more pain he will recieve...his skin started to blister and bleed. Hearing footsteps, he darted away. The assistant have returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gardener wanted to warn the assistant of the torns, but his words were caught in his throat as he stared in amazment as the assistant stroked the plant lovingly. Not once the assistant was stung by the torns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned, the gardener slipped away, feeling like there was something wrong. Thinking back, there were times other people touched the plant...they too were never stung. The gardener panicked. &lt;em&gt;Is it me?&lt;/em&gt; the gardener thought. Panic turned to paranoia as he saw more and more visitors touching the plant unscathed as they discribed how wonderful a texture the leaves are and that it was never like any they had felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia turned into obsession. The gardener started to cut himself, learning to withstand the pain. He imagined everytime the soil encrusted edge of his gardening tools cutting deeply into his flesh as the torns of the plant. He learnt to be numb. But the plant seemed to sting even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime the gardener saw the assistant with the flower, and is able to touch it, a pang of hurt worse than any sting of the plant was felt. Thoughts of giving up was starting to float through the mind. Different emotions started coax the gardener to yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disgust spat: It's not worth the pain...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intellegence asked: why do you hurt yourself?...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anger screamed: it will never let you be close, give up!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Courage begged: Stay away from it, please...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jealousy surrendered: There is nothing, even I don't think it's worth...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness plead: Sorrow is overcoming me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Optimist sighed: It's hopeless...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutality drawled: I side with them, it makes no sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something told the gardener not to give up. The gardener gave one last try...&lt;br /&gt;However, this time, the plant reacted violently, one of it's torns pierced deep. and broke off into the gardener's flesh. It felt like someone had stabbed the gardener in the heart with a cold metallic blade. The gardener broke down and wept...for all the physical, psychological and emotional pain. After all the pain the gardener put up with and all the effort, it was for naught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been years since the plant flowered. It was the most beautiful sight to behold. The assistant grew further and further away from the gardener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitors were awed while the assistant stood proud and announced the decision to grow his own garden, with the plant as his main piece. Not sparing a glance to the gardener, he took the plant and left. The visitors left with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gardener yield to logic. It was never worth it. It had been wasting time and effort. It was never meant to be. Maybe more time rather than effort was to be spent. Maybe growth is best when quanity is better quality...But the question on why the plant stings only the gardener was left unanswered. It's all over now, the plant's gone with the assisant, all that was left was a ring of soil around the spot where the plant used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing a final sigh, he hid his sadness behind a smile, plants are affected by their owner's mood, picked up the watering can and hummed a light tune with only the rest of the plants to hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112892791445351006?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112892791445351006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112892791445351006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112892791445351006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112892791445351006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/10/once-there-lived-gardener.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112886715245456405</id><published>2005-10-09T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T07:12:32.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday: Morning went to visit Grandpa. Gave offerings and chatted with my cousin. He mentioned something about Heros of Might and Magic 5. I din't know there was even a HMM4 -_- He says it's fun to play...can't wait to get my hands on the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting at Scout HQ at 1300h. Arrived early and helped some big shots to change old flouresent light blubs. Big shots meaning old guys from the Scout Council. I felt so small in their presence =P Meeting started soon after. They talked about the NPC planning. I tell you I was surprised for side tracky they are. Minor minor details also want to talk. Haiz, think I'm too used to intensive serious meetings that could last up to 4 hours straight... We have a new leader, Irene is her name. Very big assets: you should have seen, can't wait to get my hands on one of those...it's not eveyday you see and sit in a turbo charged car! I was was gripping hard on the sides of the sit as she accelarated. A powerful car that's all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had another meeting in school to discuss stuff. We did that till 1900h+. NPC approaches...Time to rally the troops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Hmm, washed the car, surfed the net, read a book, another chapter in Sun Zi's Art of War. Borrowed a few VCDs: Aviator, Troy and National Treasure. Hope they'll prove satisfying ^^ Watched Troy, good show, but had a slow start. Slept the rest of the day. Oh, had a long chat session with one of my buddies. Sian, tml is back to FYP -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112886715245456405?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112886715245456405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112886715245456405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112886715245456405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112886715245456405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-morning-went-to-visit-grandpa.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112861259679094035</id><published>2005-10-06T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T08:29:56.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is a trend that when pilots have completed ten missions, their chances of surviving increases tremendously. Operation: Red Flag gives these ten missions during their training. It's so cool! Went to the omni theater at the science centre to watch it today. It was projected on a large interior dome and gave a surround visual and sound experience. Throughly enjoyed it. Very educational too. Being a pilot is one of my hopes, no matter airforce or commercial ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, past few days have been working hard on our FYP project. But hey, I have great company with my friends. Now starting to feel under the weather though =P must be the sleepless nights -_- Thinking of what? Not telling. (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On FYP, Drake and I have almost completed the vertical and horizontal stabilisers. Very nice, but will work hard on it to make it better ^^ The wing is almost complete and the engine mount is comming on well. Plan that by next week, we can have the working model up and running. Keep the pace and vision guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112861259679094035?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112861259679094035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112861259679094035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112861259679094035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112861259679094035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-is-trend-that-when-pilots-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112834992654607161</id><published>2005-10-03T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T07:32:06.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So begins the intensive period of FYP... Arrived in SP at 0900. Iceman had the keys but came late, leaving Brother Bear, Jet Lag and I waiting outside the room -_- As soon as he came, we went off to do our respective tasks. Iceman and I head to the computer labs to do some ProE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ProE skills are shakey for a moment until Iceman came and showed me some simple solutions to the complicated problems =P Drake came soon after with the plans. As according to schedule, we left the room two hours later with the stuff we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five of us then went for lunch at FC2. Had cheap and good chicken rice and a packet of large fries...mmm, I'm loving it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, we were heading for the Science Centre in hopes to watch Fighter Pilot: Operation Red Flag, but as luck had it, it was closed on Mondays -_- No matter, we explored the public exhibits and had fun with the stuff outside. Think my favourite exhibit was the Acoustic Maze thingamajig where the balls running around the maze made cool noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brightened by that fascinating noise case, we went back to Jurong Point were Iceman and Brother Bear went to play Generals. Drake, Jet Lag and I passed. Jet Lag left, leaving Drake and I. We went to the arcade next door which was pretty under standard if I may say so, but we had fun there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contray to the phase "chivalry is dead", Drake seem flattered when I offered to escorting her home. However, we made a detour to the Boonlay library. Spent some time there. Found a funny book "So you have your first crush" . We barely contained our laughter as we read the book together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main highlight at the library: After borrowing some books, I looked up and I thought time slowed down as this pretty girl walking towards the borrowing counter. Interesting choices of deep books she chose and a mighty fine figure and looks I might add. Brains and Beauty, now that's a girl I like =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the exit, I asked Drake "Hey, pretty or not?"&lt;br /&gt;"You go ask her for her number lah" she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;"I shy ^^" "&lt;br /&gt;Then a lady approached me for a pen and paper, making us miss the 1st lift. Lady Luck must be smiling at me cause in the 2nd lift, my eye candy stepped into the lift beside me. Haha. Drake was giggling on the way down everytime I glanced to look at her. She was reading her book  and I must say she looked so cute ^^ Kawaii! After we stepped out of the lift, Drake commented that I had a look as if Christmas came early this year. Heh, I smiled so wide that I think it was stuck there for a while. A light blush had even seemed to burn into my cheeks, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was late, I bid Drake good bye after seeing her up the bus and head for home. Another time, Lady Draconite, I will escort you home, as promised ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another session of FYP tomorrow. Going to sleep. Nite ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112834992654607161?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112834992654607161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112834992654607161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112834992654607161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112834992654607161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-begins-intensive-period-of-fyp.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112834439202555258</id><published>2005-10-01T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T05:59:52.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like to extend a hearty congrads to Gordon Foo, PSA holder. Very happy for you man. I can still remember the first day I met you in Scouts: you, Ken and Pun Hon came under the wings of Eagle patrol, became an inspiration to you juniors in Sec2 then all three of you went to become Patrol Leaders in Sec 3. Next thing I knew, you became the Venture chairman. Know you came from Eagle Patrol makes me proud ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, wanted to try for PSA myself but I thought you had to have CCA 1st...wasted =P ah well. I'm going for BPA instead ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112834439202555258?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112834439202555258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112834439202555258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112834439202555258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112834439202555258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-would-like-to-extend-hearty-congrads.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112802296468417458</id><published>2005-09-29T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:42:44.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hooya! Just returned home from night cycling. At 2200h, Bryan and I met at Macritchie reservior and planned to visit the "Tree-Top Walk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling to the car park at the Peirce Route, we parked our bikes and hiked in. It was creepy: his Maglight started to fail at a certain point and the funny thing was, the batteries were new! We were so spooked that we decided to turn back. Another funny note, when we left the area where the tourch started to fail, it began to work perfectly and shone brighter than before O_O waaa. one explaination that Bryan gave was there was a spirit disturbance, it absorbs electric powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a foiled plan, we started to wander around. Saw some shaking vans. =P A fake phone call Ah well. Will talk more about it. Now I want to sleep. Nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112802296468417458?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112802296468417458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112802296468417458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112802296468417458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112802296468417458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/hooya-just-returned-home-from-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112791825488976667</id><published>2005-09-28T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:37:34.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Estuans interius, Ira vehementi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only people who know latin knows the meaning...or at least when they ask me. Think this will be what is going to describe me if some things are not resolved soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to SP via scenic route. Reached at 0745 and went to FC2 to have some last minute studying with Alex. Did not really help though =P The paper was quite okay. Confident of at least a pass...but I don't want a pass -_- I want better than that. Had a quick lunch with Iceman then went home via the scenic route again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny weather today, although the sky was overcast, the patch of sky above me was a cheery clear blue. And as soon as i stepped into my home, it started pouring. Cool^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked the whole day of...guilty =P then cooked dinner. Yes, I cook. Not anything fancy, just a vegetable and meat...My bro and mom actually liked it =) Happy points for me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, did a little exercise. Now have to focus more on speed. Heh. Tomorrow is my LAST paper. Got to go now. C'ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112791825488976667?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112791825488976667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112791825488976667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112791825488976667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112791825488976667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/estuans-interius-ira-vehementi-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112782951140258169</id><published>2005-09-27T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T06:58:31.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Library today for me again...this time I was all alone. Sad eh? Thought I'd have a study buddy...I was wrong. On the bright side, I did study for my QEM paper. Almost 2 solid hours of studying done. Took a walk at 1100 to prepare to run an errand. Made 2 trips to FC4 to get it done. Stretching your legs once in awhile after long periods of sitting prevents blood clogging...so says some old guys =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, was a little upset today. I never liked being misguided nor lied to. Not being petty or anything but try experiencing repeated times of it. It gives a feeling that you are being manipulated. The least I could get is a note that there was a change in plan. But none came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went back to my old school to complete the errand. Saw my Scout teacher-in-charge interrogating two sec 2s for playing &lt;em&gt;yu-gi-yo&lt;-&lt;/em&gt;(how you spell that?) during the exam break&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and demanded that they score as many distinctions as the number of cards in the deck. Nice one, Miss Hua ^^ Had lunch in the canteen. Surprisingly, the store I frequently patronise during my time was still there...and the uncle remembers me =) It's been 3 years. For old times sake, I bought what I usually ate and it only cost $1.50! Haha...it's great to be back to the old school. (Not really, I always go back there on Saturdays for Scouts =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, tomorrow is another paper...Statistics. Hope my concentration is prime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112782951140258169?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112782951140258169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112782951140258169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112782951140258169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112782951140258169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/library-today-for-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112774129514470620</id><published>2005-09-26T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T06:30:10.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom's Birthday today! Had a celebration for her yesterday at Banana Leaf Apolo. Delicious! $78 for a whole fish head, mutton curry, chicken masala, black squid, 5 shares of rice and 5 lime juice...cheap or cheat? You decide =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Here's a poem written for my mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one year older, another year wiser.&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as ever to your husband, my father.&lt;br /&gt;My mentor in the darkest of nights,&lt;br /&gt;A ray of sun shine that beacons bright.&lt;br /&gt;Laugher to my brother as both of you bicker,&lt;br /&gt;Strict discipline makes our character stronger.&lt;br /&gt;A friend to my sister, your faithful follower,&lt;br /&gt;Think one day, your sapling will flower.&lt;br /&gt;No simple gesture can express our pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;For all those years as our mother.&lt;br /&gt;As years go by, and time pass for another,&lt;br /&gt;You will always be, our friend, confident, love and mother.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday. Mom! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112774129514470620?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112774129514470620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112774129514470620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112774129514470620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112774129514470620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/moms-birthday-today-had-celebration.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112773973010867169</id><published>2005-09-26T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T06:02:10.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to SP via the scenic route, aka, the bus. It's cheaper and faster. All the wasted time taking the train =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a whole day in the library. Well I should 'cause I'll be playing computer games at home =P Spent last weekend doing just that ^^" Drake's my study buddy today...nudged me awake when I almost fell asleep. We were there from 1000 to 1130 then went for lunch. Cheap and good food at FC2 filled our growling bellies. Chatted absolute non-sense. We trudged back to our study area and continued our mindless working. Think there was more laughter than academic questions volleyed at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1430, we went for a walk. Using my "sixth sense" I directed us to the fitness corner where we met with some of my classmates. Saw them doing pull-ups and did three myself -_- Iceman called just as we reached there. Met him at FC5 , bought a snack and we head back to the library. Three of us commenced our studying. It was just like old time when there were just three of us, in some quiet corner and exchanging notes...except that now, it was no so quiet and we were exchanging jokes rather than notes =P The above mentioned classmates joined us soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake had to leave at 1600 (her mom set some kind of curfew) so doing what a gentleman should do, I escorted her to the MRT station. Chivalry is expected for all men, no? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed further till 1730, then left with Iceman. Now that I'm home, my pridiction that I won't do anything as accurate =P It's back to the library tomorrow ^^"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112773973010867169?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112773973010867169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112773973010867169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112773973010867169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112773973010867169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/went-to-sp-via-scenic-route-aka-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112749363214665065</id><published>2005-09-24T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T09:40:32.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today was okay. But the paper wasn't =P not the standard that everyone expected. We started protesting to each other as soon as we left the exam hall. Then rushed to the Scout HQ for a gathering. Played a game called Tabo: it's something like the game of charades. Fun! But as i went late, they were soon packing up. Thanks to Sox for the nice book of quotes! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to go home too soon and to escort a fair lady home, I went for a bus ride. Tried to be a gentleman and send her to her door, but was politely refused. Ahh well, another time ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite ya'll! I'm off to play Warcraft III (yeh i noe it's an old game -_-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112749363214665065?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112749363214665065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112749363214665065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112749363214665065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112749363214665065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-today-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112736394117740236</id><published>2005-09-22T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T09:42:42.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh, think I made a funny mistake yesterday in my Airframes paper =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: List down four distinct features/differences between:&lt;br /&gt;i) an open system&lt;br /&gt;ii) a closed system in the aircraft system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Answer: In an open system, the fluid does not return to the reservior.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww man, that cost me 8 marks -_- I kinda blanked out on that qns. Hey, at least the rest of the paper was good ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, haven't updated for the past few days too...here's a quick recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Rainy weather. Went SP lib to study for HFEM. SP lib 'cause the draw of the computer at home is too strong =P sides, free aircon. Borrowed a book on 1st aid to read during breaks...Was told off because of that ^^" at about 2030h, waited for someone (who did not turn up =P), went home and praticed a little martial arts (it's a great stress relief, try it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: HFEM paper in the morning. Well ,it was okay. Cocked through the whole thing. Reminds me of my Human Psychology test that I took a few months back =P Aiya, nothing much, it was a crash course introductory thing (ignores the "chey"s) it was fun doing the praticals espicially "reverse psychology" I think there was a period of time if my friends can remember... erm talked too much, moving on. Went to the library to study with Draconite for Airframe systems. We were bored after awhile and started passing none academic notes...it was a fun QnA session (I ask, she answer ^^). She even treated me to sweets! thx Drake =) Went home at 1630h. Had a longer session of the arts...this time with my 6 feet bamboo pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Airframe exam at 1400h. As I said, okay except for one question. completed the paper in 30 minutes (believe it ^^). But was stuck on that question 2 -_- left the room one hour later. Waited for Iceman to complete his paper. When Drake told me i screwed the question, I almost freaked! heh, okay lah. Went home and took a break. Read another chapter in Sun Zi's Art of War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, another "paper screwing" session tomorrow...Oh the paper cuts &lt;-(I think only a hand full of people know what does that mean ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people! Cases of dengue rising here, must be careful. Got some red spots all over my body recently...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112736394117740236?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112736394117740236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112736394117740236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112736394117740236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112736394117740236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/heh-think-i-made-funny-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112705894942669450</id><published>2005-09-18T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T09:06:14.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very nice weather to wake up to. It was heavily raining in the early morning (0400h). It made the room really cooling...suang sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to study HFEM after that. Nothing goes into my head though =P Helped Dad prepare dinner: seafood spaghetti and home-made cream of mushrooms. Learnt and picked many pointers from Dad. I hope to cook as good as him one day. For now, I need to concentrate on getting As for my exams...wish me luck! Good luck to all my peers and others taking their exams too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112705894942669450?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112705894942669450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112705894942669450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112705894942669450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112705894942669450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/very-nice-weather-to-wake-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112697185884723937</id><published>2005-09-17T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T08:44:18.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reached Catholic High at 1235h. Bryan, my ol' scouting buddy, was waiting patiently in the den. Today mainly was NPC prep. For confidential reasons, I'm afraid I'm unable to release information. Sorry =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended at 1830h and had a cake cutting with the troop for Nise's b-day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Denise,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nise, I wish you happiness in life and success in all your endeavors. Hope you enjoyed your birthday and the presents. Actually planned for a dinner with the rest too, but too bad some people had higher precedence -_- luckily I had not make reservations =P haha jokin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1900+h,  I discussed future NPC plans with Wei Xing, Leon and Bush. Our outlook don't seem to let us catch our breath. Next meeting is 15 Oct, one day after my driving test ^^ maybe I'll drive to Cat High the next day. But have to keep in mind the &lt;em&gt;jaga&lt;/em&gt; locks the gate at 1830h. Wei Xing's car was locked in.  Went looking for that guy to unlock the gate ^^" He was about to leave the school when we found him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to the kopitiam for dinner, with two of my sec 3 scouts. It's good to hear feedback from the ground. Seems like somethings need to be done for us to perform better... We chatted till 2230h. Went home and now, I'm gonna sleep =P Nite ya'll! Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112697185884723937?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112697185884723937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112697185884723937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112697185884723937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112697185884723937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/reached-catholic-high-at-1235h.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112688200198233419</id><published>2005-09-16T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:46:41.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Giving second chances is merciful. Getting them is a blessing. Been to jail does not label you for life. If you learn your lesson, you earn your chance. Yellow ribbons signify your support to ex-convicts. Here's a song dedicated to those who earned their second change...I wish for the best in your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Ole Oak Tree by Tony Orlando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming home. I've done my time.&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine.&lt;br /&gt;If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free,&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll know just what to do if you still want me,&lt;br /&gt;If you still want me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree.&lt;br /&gt;It's been three long years.&lt;br /&gt;Do you still want me?&lt;br /&gt;(Still want me?)&lt;br /&gt;If I don't see a ribbon 'round the old oak tree,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay on the bus,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about us,&lt;br /&gt;Put the blame on me,&lt;br /&gt;If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus driver, please look for me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really still in prison, and my love, she holds the key.&lt;br /&gt;A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote and told her please,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree.&lt;br /&gt;It's been three long years.&lt;br /&gt;Do you still want me?&lt;br /&gt;(Still want me?)&lt;br /&gt;If I don't see a ribbon 'round the old oak tree,&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay on the bus,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about us,&lt;br /&gt;Put the blame on me,&lt;br /&gt;If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the whole damn bus is cheering,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe I see,&lt;br /&gt;A hundred yellow ribbons 'round the old oak tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming home, mm-hmm.&lt;br /&gt;(Tie a ribbon 'round the old oak tree.&lt;br /&gt;Tie a ribbon 'round the old oak tree.&lt;br /&gt;Tie a ribbon 'round the old oak tree.&lt;br /&gt;Tie a ribbon 'round the old oak tree.&lt;br /&gt;Tie a ribbon 'round the old oak tree.&lt;br /&gt;Tie a ribbon 'round the old oak tree.&lt;br /&gt;Tie a ribbon 'round the old oak tree...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112688200198233419?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112688200198233419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112688200198233419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112688200198233419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112688200198233419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/giving-second-chances-is-merciful.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112688120437774768</id><published>2005-09-16T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:33:24.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did something stupid today...why do I even try? Recieved some painful news too. Ah well, I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent almost the whole day in the library studying for my materials test. Became restless after awhile. Was so bored that I went to read a book on herbs =P Heh, at least I got some company after 1200h. Draconite brought her sister to school. Had lots of fun batering with Iceman and Draconite. It's been almost 3 years since we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friendships grows stronger over time...while others degrade to a road of hurt, uncertainty and sometimes anger. Guess I have one such that makes me fustrated. Yes, that's what's wrong with me. Looking back, I think I made many mistakes...too many. Which in turn lead to my predicament. Friends are supposed to be open to each other; Sharing the pain and the joy; Discussing your dreams; Give and get encouragement. All I get from that friendship is nothing but sorrow. I tried to do something to set that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try, my friend turns away, hide, look to others, sometimes even ignore me. Asked "what's wrong?", never got an proper answer. "Wanna hang out together?" "Nah" then my friend goes out with someone else. Try to talk but all I get is "uh huh...rite...wateva...shut up". Is our friendship that shallow? Why am I stuck on the beach while others play in the water? Why do I feel like the only one tied to the bouy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this will be my first time asking out to you readers for comments...what should I do to make it right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112688120437774768?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112688120437774768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112688120437774768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112688120437774768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112688120437774768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/did-something-stupid-today_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112678899214223609</id><published>2005-09-15T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T05:56:32.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, there will be some changes after this Saturday. I did not try hard enough. It has been a year. There are some promises that I'll keep, some I will break. I will withdraw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermore will I risk.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermore will I hurt myself.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermore will I bleed.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermore will I catch my tears.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermore will I swim.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermore....Nevermore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams coming up. Time is of the essence. Everything else...is a distraction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112678899214223609?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112678899214223609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112678899214223609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112678899214223609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112678899214223609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-know-there-will-be-some-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112670609368163077</id><published>2005-09-14T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T06:54:53.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunny weather today. Accompanied Iceman to collect his laptop. Seems like the hard drive got problem. Lost all information...sorry to hear that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to school after that for lunch at foodcourt (FC) 6. Here's a tip to ya'll if you decided to come to SP: eat at FC1, 2 and 6 for good and cheap food =) had math tutorial and materials class. Math was okay lah, but one qns was too confusing for anyone of us to decipher, including the teacher =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library to study. Nothing interesting. Iceman was my study buddy today, we didn't exchange much info though. Can't realy concentrate...We left at 1730, Iceman had to give tution, committed eh?  Material test this friday night, gotta study =P C'ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112670609368163077?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112670609368163077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112670609368163077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112670609368163077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112670609368163077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/sunny-weather-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112662670149144250</id><published>2005-09-13T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T08:51:41.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The library is a nice place to study. Shelves upon shelves of hidden information between each book cover. Neat rows of study tables luminated with sturdy lighting makes it an excellent conducive place to study...and to chat =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to SP main library this afternoon, supposed to meet up with Nise, Nic and Emily to study. Kelvin, study-buddy for the day, and I found Nise in the "Quite Zone" with Dino. It was too stuffy so my friend and I left them. Not that they acknowledged our presence =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin and I sat outside the "Quiet Zone" and did a little discussion. 6 of our classmates joined us and soon it became an all out discussion-cum-chat session. Although it was a little distracting, it was a fun and enlightening experience. We had initally agreed to leave at 1800h but delayed for one hour by a fully chat session. Think we were the rowdiest group in the library ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do that again tomorrow. I like that spot in the library. I won't mind company though =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112662670149144250?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112662670149144250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112662670149144250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112662670149144250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112662670149144250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/library-is-nice-place-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112645445410771703</id><published>2005-09-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T09:00:54.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm, sometimes ever wondered where you stand in someone's life? Doubt your importance, and think "hey, why is it that this person is keeping a distance away?" yet know there's a certain level of relation that just..stagnates. Try to communicate yet was ignored. Seen having a good time with others yet uptight around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you deepen a relation while still tethered to a floating bouy on the sea of friendship? At first you brush it off, but time goes by and things never change. Yet you see others who jump into the water later yet go deeper. You start to get paranoid "Was it just me? Did I do something wrong? Am i that insignificant? I need to know why is this happening!" So you swim harder, trying to get deeper, but still attached to that acursed bouy. After a while, maybe, you start to feel that you don't care any more, you can't care less, you have lost your strength . You surfaced, climbed back into your little boat and dried your hands. You tried...at least you tried. You turn your head away and, without a backward glance, continue to float on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's humorous to think about it now, but will think otherwise if that really happens to you. It hurts and is tiring. I know... 'cause the strap of the tether seem to become tighter over time. I'm surfacing soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112645445410771703?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112645445410771703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112645445410771703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112645445410771703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112645445410771703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmm-sometimes-ever-wondered-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112645433742928961</id><published>2005-09-11T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T08:59:24.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Overslept today =P 1st thing i did was to work on my HFEM report. almost retyped the whole thing when I remembered that there was the soft copy with Iceman -_- Hmm, did a few chores here and there: tidied the room, washed the toilet, washed the car(s) and cut the grass...well, not really for the last two, the weather was not agreeable (one minute it was too hot to do either, another too wet) funny weather today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked for the rest of the day. Read a report on a new revolutionary way on keeping the air fresh: Bio-farms. These farms takes waste water, bad air and heat loving fungi and the final product is clean water and air. Find out more from Scientific America. Very Informative. (that sounded like an infomercial =P) Hope that idea will take off. For the sake of the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a steam boat dinner at home. Then went for driving lesson...yes at night. It was my first and only auto lesson too. The center was very empty. Very different from the crowd in the afternoons. Auto driving was really like riding a bike. within 30 minutes, the instructor said "you can end the lesson anytime" instead, i took him for a joy ride...he almost fell asleep a few times ^^ I did end the lesson early...10 minutes before the lesson. Finally I can book for my test ^^ But for some reason the website s shut down for maintenance -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112645433742928961?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112645433742928961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112645433742928961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112645433742928961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112645433742928961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/overslept-today-p-1st-thing-i-did-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112636671491312186</id><published>2005-09-10T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T08:38:34.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AMK District Field Day 2005. A few bumps here and there. considerably okay but may have been better. Ah well, good experience. learn from mistakes. Points to note: 1)Schools always do not come on time. 2)Badges cost $1.80. 3)Not everything will go according to plan. 4)Always thank people when giving speech. Well, it'll thank then here then. I would like to thank my helpers and judges from other schools, my scouts for building the flagpole, the ventures for doing the "&lt;em&gt;balong long&lt;/em&gt;" stuff, Wei Xing for liasoning with the schools, Miss Hua for the permission to use the field , Nise for prodding me to work and preparing the trophy and anyone esle for their contribution. Thanks ya'll ^^ Well, looking forward to next Sat. Somebody's gonna get a nice surprise. Somebody. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After scouts, i rushed for my lifesaving test...yeh it's been further delayed. Tester is a NUS lecturer, very much on theory. "in theory..it's logical..in the book..." haiz. But learnt a lot of stuff from him. Everyone passed...but made us realise we are not knowledgable enough. Must study more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112636671491312186?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112636671491312186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112636671491312186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112636671491312186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112636671491312186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/amk-district-field-day-2005_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112628657381246783</id><published>2005-09-10T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:22:53.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been almost a week. Grandpa's ashes finally rests with his brothers. In a way, I experienced how Hakka funerals are carried out. I tried to contain my sorrow for the whole procession but burst out crying along with the whole family when he was about to be cremated...Rest peacefully Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week when i was busy, my group members had helped to cover for me in school. Thanks to Iceman especially for being understanding...keeping notes, signing attendence (shhh) and covering for me. It's nice to have such good friends. But retyping the report seemed a little merciless dun ya think, Iceman? Haha, joking. Thanks man, really appreciate it. Thanks to all others who gave words of comfort too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired sia. Today still have the District Field Day that I was organising then followed by my again rescheduled Life Saving test. Must be strong to keep ut the tempo today.  It's 0120 in the morn now...going to slp. Nite ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112628657381246783?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112628657381246783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112628657381246783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112628657381246783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112628657381246783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-been-almost-week_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112581058184661320</id><published>2005-09-04T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T22:09:41.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grandpa passed away...the rainy weather seem to reflect my mood. May he rest in peace...We miss you Grandpa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112581058184661320?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112581058184661320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112581058184661320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112581058184661320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112581058184661320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/grandpa-passed-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112576118608453322</id><published>2005-09-03T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T08:26:26.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing important happed today. Reached Cat high at 1105. it was then I realised i forgotten to bring my camera =P A quick phone call home and it was arranged to be delievered...better than any delievery service ^^ did some light PT while waiting for it to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rainy weather today but the scouts went ahead to raise the flagpole...ON sia all of them, which is good, albeit unhealthy =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked in a light drizzle to HQ. Chatted with Jit Seng, a sec 2, on the way there. Noticed that parents these days are very comcered bout their child's academic performance that they usually forgot about their health. More and more chubby bespectacled children these days. One thing that enforces the fact that the afore mentioned children are also spoilt these days is that the parents actually help them carry their school bags. Okay maybe Primary 1 or 2 is alright, but today, I saw a Primary 6 fat kid, gobbling on an ice cream and even lagging behind his maid who was carrying his almost empty bag. Is a bag really that heavy that a 70+ kg 12 year old kid can't carry? I don't think so. Gone were the days where skinny kids with overstuffed bags stand patiently in the public transport and readily offer an old lady his seat.Times HAVE changed...not for the best unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, reached HQ at 1300 on the dot to brief about the field day next week. Only Whitley, Shadow, Peirce and Cat high turned up...not the response that I was hoping -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went back Cat High and experimented with a cannonball design that i built before. Did not turn out as i hoped. I was called for PLC after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had NPC discussion after that. tight schedules we have, hmm. Left cat high at 2045h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now off to do my homework. Exams comming too. on and Lifesaving is comfirmed to be on coming monday. wish me luck ^^ (i'll need it =P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112576118608453322?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112576118608453322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112576118608453322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112576118608453322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112576118608453322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-important-happed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112562821652901480</id><published>2005-09-02T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T19:30:16.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm, in the past few days, Draconite seem upset bout smth. Think she's ignoring me...come to think about it, Nise also seem to lost her vigor. Suspect it's all due to stress: projects, assignments, BGR, personal...In retrospect, I think I take things easy compared to them. Oh yeh, exams are comming up soon. My Human Factor class states that stress may lead to inefficiency. Hope they won't burn out. Take it easy guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my District field day briefing tomorrow...not many responses. So far only 2 schools replied -_-" ah well, if really not many turn up, Plan B is to  hold the field day as a friendly competition. Luckily Nise nagged at me to do smth about it at 1 AM in the morning =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was supposed to be my Life Saving level 1 and 2 test. Turns out the tester was busy and had to postpone it. Blessing in disguise I tell you. One of my team mates forgot almost everything. Luckily cause if one fail, the whole team fails...whew. So we had a revision lesson. Ever tried holding your breath and swim 25m without surfacing until you reach the end? I did that (10 times)...it's good breath-holding training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. got to head to school for assignment and project again. C'ya ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112562821652901480?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112562821652901480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112562821652901480' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112562821652901480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112562821652901480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmm-in-past-few-days-draconite-seem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15414138.post-112559267241207065</id><published>2005-09-02T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:37:52.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song has a catchy tune. My current fave. It's Obviously by McFly. Think this song is for you lonely and heartbroken guys out there. Don't worry, you'll meet the girl for you in time. For now, hope you can relate to this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly reachin&lt;br /&gt;Out for this girl&lt;br /&gt;Who's out of this world&lt;br /&gt;Believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;He drives her round the bend&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's 23&lt;br /&gt;He's in the marines&lt;br /&gt;He'd kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so many nights now&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinkin about her now ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause obviously she's out of my league&lt;br /&gt;But how can I win&lt;br /&gt;She keeps draggin me in&lt;br /&gt;And I know I&lt;br /&gt;Never will be good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;I never will be good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta escape now&lt;br /&gt;Get on a plane now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Off to LA&lt;br /&gt;And that's where i'll stay&lt;br /&gt;For two years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put her behind me&lt;br /&gt;(Put her behind me)&lt;br /&gt;And go to a place where she can't find me ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause obviously she's out of my league&lt;br /&gt;I'm wastin my time&lt;br /&gt;Cause she'll never be mine&lt;br /&gt;And I know I&lt;br /&gt;never will be good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;I never will be good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;And I never know where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;Good enough for her x6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause obviously she's out of my league&lt;br /&gt;I'm wastin my time&lt;br /&gt;Cause she'll never be mine&lt;br /&gt;And I know I&lt;br /&gt;never will be good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause obviously she's out of my league&lt;br /&gt;But how can I win&lt;br /&gt;She keeps draggin me in&lt;br /&gt;And I know I&lt;br /&gt;never will be good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause obviously she's out of my league&lt;br /&gt;I'm wastin my time&lt;br /&gt;Cause she'll ne-ver be mine&lt;br /&gt;And I know I&lt;br /&gt;never will be good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;I never will be good enough for her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112559267241207065?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112559267241207065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112559267241207065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112559267241207065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112559267241207065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-song-has-catchy-tune.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112523590962433837</id><published>2005-08-28T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T06:34:05.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for family gathering at grandparents' place. It's a birthday celebration for my Granddad. Seems that the chef gene runs in the family: my uncle is planning to open a resturant, my dad wants to open one and i hope to be a chef, part-time actually =P I can see it "Lee Family Restraunt" But here's a problem: my uncle is more of an asian chef while dad is more for westen cooking. East-meets-West cuisine anyone? ^^ the food and company was great. The &lt;em&gt;asam&lt;/em&gt; fish was delicious and chatted till the late afternoon. It's nice o meet up with the whole family every now and then ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow I've got a presenttion...have to look fresh. turning in early. Nite ya'll =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112523590962433837?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112523590962433837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112523590962433837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112523590962433837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112523590962433837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/08/went-for-family-gathering-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112516093585293518</id><published>2005-08-27T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T09:42:15.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meet the NEC main team scouts today at 0715. Went to Tampines accompanied them to their start point. Hey Iceman, I think I know where you go fly your planes. It's at the end a T junction that leads to a dirt trail and near a hilly biking circuit rite? Nice place. Kinda reminds me of Ubin =P There, I met my teacher from year 2. Mr Jim Gan was his name and he's a real entrepreneur and he was a Scout. We chatted about the current situation and the changing needs for the modern Scout. One observation he made was that now our Scouts are not really mixing with each other to create stronger bonds...hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the main teams flag off, I hiked towards Pasir Ris park. It took me about 2000 paces which is estimated 3km to get there in 35 minutes...not bad eh? Met the rest of the school there. They were eager to start on their events. Nise then sent me to buy drinks for them...such a caring scout mistress rite? Here's the funny thing: I just walked past the NTUC shop at the station during my hike and that was a 10 minute walk from there to the meeting area...so i hiked back there to buy 11 bottles of drinks and brought them back to the meeting point...after dropping it off, I had to hike back to return a trolley I borrowed to transport the bottles. A few minutes later, Nise and I went back there to buy some much needed stationary -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my runs, I returned to the meeting point and looked at the events happening. I can tell you, cheating seem to be very balant in some schools and I decide not to release their names for their honor, for as long as we played with integrity, even if we do not get the top, we did our best, so who cares if they cheat. Besides, winning by cheating is actually dishonorable. In the end of the event, although we did not get the challenge cup for Scouts, our Ventures had regined our honor by winning their challenge cup. But on the whole, I think everyone did their best... good job guys, keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending them off, Nise and I returned back to the NEC area to meet our leader and mentor to talk about the next event: Ang Mo Kio District Field day. I'm the person in charge of it ^^ Discussion was draggy but nothing much cause most of the things I have already prepared, just need to ready for the briefing of the schools next Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Wei Xing's car back to Bishan for dinner. On the way back, Nise told me she wants to meet my Temask Poly friend, Priscilla. Hey Pris, Nise wants to meet you ^^ Dinner was great, talked a lot =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, take care ya'll...nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, the answer to the riddle asked on Wednesday is below, highlight to view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112516093585293518?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112516093585293518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112516093585293518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112516093585293518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112516093585293518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/08/meet-nec-main-team-scouts-today-at_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112516079399765669</id><published>2005-08-26T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T09:39:53.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to meeeeeeee! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-day wish: Peace on Earth and a basket of kittens...yeh rite. Wish that I'll get my driving licence soon! I don't mind having a kitten though =P (What? They're cute)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112516079399765669?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112516079399765669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112516079399765669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112516079399765669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112516079399765669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-to-me-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112497555203688505</id><published>2005-08-25T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T06:12:32.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just remembered it's now Virgo on the Zodiac. Here are some horoscope notes about Virgos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 23 - Sep 22&lt;br /&gt;Symbol : The Virgin&lt;br /&gt;Ruling House : Sixth House&lt;br /&gt;Ruling Planet : Mercury&lt;br /&gt;Gemstone : Emerald&lt;br /&gt;Element : Earth&lt;br /&gt;Most compatible with : Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;Can be good with : Scorpio, Cancer, Pisces&lt;br /&gt;A 50-50 chance with : Aries, Sagittarius, Leo&lt;br /&gt;Doubtful with : Gemini, Aquarius, Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo Personality&lt;br /&gt;Practical, cool-headed and thoroughly meticulous -- that's what you are in a nutshell. You are not unnecessarily swayed by emotions and even if sentiments were running high, you can keep a cool head to weigh your approach. Often quiet and reserved, you try to stick to your world, keeping it as tidy and perfect as you can. Nevertheless, you are bustling with energy and always have plenty to do. You are not afraid of taking on challenges and prove your mettle with hard work and a quiet determination. Your quest for perfection and your inability to ignore even the smallest of faults generally proves good for you. You are Nelson's Horatio, quite content not to be in charge, but there to make sure everything runs smoothly and is done as required. You believe in fair play and rarely manipulate. Violent confrontations are not your cup of tea and indeed render you quite ineffective in your work. Honest and forthright, you do not like hypocrites and cannot hide your displeasure at sycophants. Although you are not short-tempered and in fact are slow to get angry, when you do have arguments you try to put up a stiff resistance to anyone opposing you. You tend to make bitter enemies, and like an elephant you remember events that happened a long time ago. You love to travel and generally this proves beneficial for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo Lover     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the most passionate of signs, a Virgo's love life is rarely turbulent or stormy. You are not the kind who likes to cuddle and make a public display of affection but can be quite romantic in your own way. In fact, a Taurean, Capricorn or a fellow Virgo will appreciate your style of courtship, which will include sending a never ending stream of flowers and going to romantic dinners at quiet and elegant places. Even though you are kind and loving, your no-nonsense and critical nature often puts off a lot of people. You always demand perfection and are easily disappointed. Unless you can accept people for what they are and overlook their frailties, you will find it hard to have a loving relationship. A Virgo home is neat and tidy; you go about filling your kitchen with gadgets that may not be of much practical use. Your obsession with order and neatness around the house can be quite infuriating to your partner, who will never seem to meet your exacting standards. Otherwise, you should settle down quite comfortably in marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo Professional     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos do well in science and mechanics, often inventing and developing appliances or other new things. You are enterprising and hardworking, and make good managers. As an earth sign, work connected with land is also favorable. Not surprisingly, you have an interest in gardening. You are fond of reading and writing and have a flair for handicrafts. Some of you also make good performing artistes. You will have to work hard for your riches, so be careful with your investments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo Teens     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Virgo girl is a shy and reserved young lady, disposed to spending much of her time fretting over things. She is a perfectionist who is never satisfied. The ever-organised Virgo is forever planning and making lists. She chooses her friends, both boys and girls with care. She prefers the company of like-minded individuals, perhaps those who are as health conscious as her. As Virgo rules the nervous system, this young girl is prone to nervousness and anxiety. She is consumed by her obsession for detail. Studious and hardworking, she always gets good grades, which gives her immense satisfaction. She is not out there to seek glory and fame, but merely the satisfaction that comes from a job well done. Relationship with her siblings may not be good as she is prone to criticise them constantly. Academically, she is inclined towards research activities. She is ideally suited to be a doctor, nurse, programmer or editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Virgo boy is always very particular about his appearance and is a fussy dresser. He is not a big spender, and is careful with his money. He takes a logical approach to every aspect of his life. He expresses himself in a straightforward manner. He often lacks tact and his criticism is not always endearing. With his analytical mind, he is often engaged in activities like chess and advanced mathematics that stimulate his mind. This leaves him little time to participate in physical activities and sports. He is usually a top performer in school and has all the ingredients for a successful career, possibly as a businessman or a doctor. He should watch out for anxiety or depression, which are common amongst Virgo boys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo Well Being      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgos tend to be fussy eaters and you often suffer as a result. Mostly, you suffer from anaemia because of iron-deficiency in the diet. You also tend to suffer from back, muscle and bone injuries because of lack of sufficient calcium. Try to include fresh fruits, vegetables and fish in your meals, you should also consume milk and dairy products. The vegetarians among you will have to take care to include iron, protein, calcium and minerals in their diet. Some of you could be prone to dental problems, so you should take extra care of your dental hygiene. Many of you could face psychological problems, as Virgos tend to be compulsive worriers. Try not to let your worries get the better of you. Distract yourself by taking pleasant walks, listening to soothing music and dancing. You have sharp features, often highlighted by a straight nose and thin, perfectly shaped lips. Most of you have good complexion when young. Virgo's are mostly of a small slight build and are, in younger days, a rather delicate lot, health-wise. Many of you tend to have a weak liver and gall bladder and often complain of digestive disorders. However, your health does tend to get better with age.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgo Luck   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl grey, silver, white and forest green are your lucky colours. Jade, green or white is your lucky stone. Wednesday is your lucky day. Your lucky number is 5. Mercury is your ruler and your element is Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infromation taken from Zodiac Zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112497555203688505?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112497555203688505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112497555203688505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112497555203688505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112497555203688505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-remembered-its-now-virgo-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112489820282794865</id><published>2005-08-24T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T05:52:36.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Riddle me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alluringly distant,&lt;br /&gt;Seductively cool,&lt;br /&gt;Disarmingly playful&lt;br /&gt;But nobody’s fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endearingly wilful,&lt;br /&gt;Aloof from the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;Bewitchingly haughty,&lt;br /&gt;And famously proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lovable tyrant,&lt;br /&gt;Beguiles and unnerves,&lt;br /&gt;And makes of it’s master&lt;br /&gt;A minion who serves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112489820282794865?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112489820282794865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112489820282794865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112489820282794865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112489820282794865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/08/riddle-me-this-alluringly-distant.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112488749329576210</id><published>2005-08-24T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T05:44:53.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today seemed a little rushed. Woke up late =P rushed to the bus stoop to catch the 0715 bus. Rushed a tutorial in the first lesson only to find out we didn't have to hand in -_-" had a 2 hour break only to rush to math class cause someone was reluctant to stop his final year project (FYP) work ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After math, did last minute preparations for our FYP presentation only to find that the stupid co-supervisor was not interested in talking to the rest of the team so he talked to the group leader, ignoring the rest. So there we were, standing at one side while he grilled our leader. I suspect he did not know what he was saying, only stabbing in the dark, hoping whatever he was saying was related to our project. Personally, i think that was rude; eventhough he was of higher athority, the least he could do is acknowledge our presence. From the moment we saw him, we knew we didn't like him -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excused from the presentation early to rush, yet again, to my driving class on a taxi. Had a chat with the driver about driving in general. He told me one of his friends took only one practical lesson then went for he test. The tester said "confirm fail one lah, u only took one lesson..." the taxi driver's friend then passed the test with flying colours o_O wonder where he took his lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached at the driving school late. Did parallel parking. Knocked down a pole once =P whoops. okay lah, at least i passed the whole lesson. now only left with the final few lessons... the final leg to my driver's licence, oh yeh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112488749329576210?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112488749329576210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112488749329576210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112488749329576210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112488749329576210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-seemed-little-rushed.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112463899013893024</id><published>2005-08-21T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T08:43:10.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Up last nite watching Drive me Crazy...pretty decent show. Should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, Dad's off to China again. He only returned home for the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home at 1900h to go to Changi Airport. Had dinner at Sake Sushi...Oishii! Ordered the rice with minced salmon on it and we savored it...though my sis said it tasted like dog food -_-  now, the question is not "does it really taste like dog food?" rather it's "how did she know?"...some mysteries are best unanswered :P (i'm so dead if she reads this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tml's gonna be a loooong day. nitex  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112463899013893024?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112463899013893024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112463899013893024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112463899013893024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112463899013893024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/08/up-last-nite-watching-drive-me-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112454847047085897</id><published>2005-08-20T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T07:37:42.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Saturday, aka Scouting Day! reached Cat. High @ 1105h, a little late due to the rain. Set some checkpoints for the National Exploration Competition (NEC) training with Gordon. For some reason he wanted to be sadistic to make a checkpoint in changi 0_O NEC is next week...hope we'll win...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donning my uniform, I took the troop for flag raising. Attendence was 54 out of 57...with 4 Ventures, not too good... After the ceremony, they changed out of their uniform and the "games" for the day begun. Before splitting them up for events, i ordered for a water parade and a 1st aid kit inspection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they set off, I stayed in school as the center in case of emergency...n to look after the flag (loyal, no? ^^) Did a little PT as i waited for Scout Mistress Denise to arrive. Light chatted with Miss Hua the teacher-in-charge then changed into half U for a briefing in HQ. Nise arrived just as I was about to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Dino @ the bus stop near cat high, apperently was waiting for nise. Felt like a third wheel the whole way to the MRT station =P funny thing was that he walked her all the way to Cat High when eventhough it was not convinient...shan't comment more on that: "poked to death" doesn't seem like nice word to find on my tomestone ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nise n I rushed to HQ as we're late...she insisted in breeze walking even though her knee hurt...now that's a girl on a mission. reached when the briefing already started. One thing I learnt today was that even though girl says "it's okay" do it for her anyway, rite nise? =P Rui Heng appeared after awhile. We chatted while nise took notes ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the briefing, we had to return back to Cat High. it was raining as we comtemplated whether to return to cat high by foot, fortunately, our leader, wei xing, sent us back. It costed me a free show -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at cat high, we briefed the scouts on what to expect in next week.Rushed home ater that for my dinner date. Dinner was good, really enjoyed it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired sia...Goin to get some slp...nite ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112454847047085897?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112454847047085897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112454847047085897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112454847047085897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112454847047085897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/08/todays-saturday-aka-scouting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112438347097049685</id><published>2005-08-19T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T19:30:57.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A slight of your arm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your hand caresses his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A smile on your lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eyes filled with mirth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An aura of bliss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as you shine your beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For that to others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yet you shy from Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had no qualms&lt;br /&gt;with your other friends.&lt;br /&gt;Then why the coldness to Him?&lt;br /&gt;Giving uncertain distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though He would not say it,&lt;br /&gt;He does feel hurt and pain.&lt;br /&gt;For all those times you&lt;br /&gt;skirt from Him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side step here,&lt;br /&gt;a shrug off there.&lt;br /&gt;One has to wonder,&lt;br /&gt;how much He could bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is He any different?&lt;br /&gt;What faults are there?&lt;br /&gt;Just a light contact&lt;br /&gt;was all you need to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stands for assurance,&lt;br /&gt;it meant deep trust.&lt;br /&gt;To show your appreciation,&lt;br /&gt;and solidarity everlast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comfort of this gesture&lt;br /&gt;may mean nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt;But there are those who&lt;br /&gt;just wants to be close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He need not money,&lt;br /&gt;He wants no fame.&lt;br /&gt;All that He wants is&lt;br /&gt;a little more than you knowing His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time as friends,&lt;br /&gt;longer than others by much.&lt;br /&gt;Is there something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;When all He wants is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112438347097049685?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112438347097049685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112438347097049685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112438347097049685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112438347097049685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/08/touch-slight-of-your-arm-your-hand.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112437199080812284</id><published>2005-08-18T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T06:33:10.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, was woken up at 0545 this morning by my mom with grim news, "Eugene! the fishes are DEAD!" I rushed down to take a look and sure enough, there were the Koi, lifeless and at the bottom of the pond. They died of suffocation: the pump seized working...They were only about 3 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time we got them was when the house was renovated which was, as mentioned eariler,  3 years ago...they were so small then. Now each measured about 45cm and weighed about 2kg at the time of death. I sadly self tasked to remove the dead bodies. I scoped up 5 of them when, miraculously, still found one swimming...It was the golden one. Now it's alone with the two other small fishes that my sibs and i released 2 years ago as a sign of good luck (used to have 3, one died the day after) Our pond never looked so empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their death made me realise that i took them for granted. Their lives depended on us and all i did was to feed them, once or twice remind my father that the pond was getting dirty...never really cared deeply as in personally cleaning the filter, going to the aquarium to learn on how to look after them well...it's our responsibility and I somehow felt like i've failed =( This was a lesson learned today: It's still your responsibility even if it's everyone's duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, neway,  went for lifesaving after school, realised that i have forgotten how to do CPR...got to brush up, going for the lifesaving level 2 certification test on 1st September =P Oh yeh...still got tests in sch...sian -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care ya'll...look after ur pets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112437199080812284?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112437199080812284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112437199080812284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112437199080812284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112437199080812284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-man-was-woken-up-at-0545-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112429549058900318</id><published>2005-08-17T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T09:18:10.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drove todae, did an emergency brake near an interesction ^^" whoops. u should hear the wheels screech &gt;&lt; but Instructor sae i'm a good driver, only need more experience...oh yeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed MM day in sch today for my driving -_-" this is the last chance to go as a student and i missed it. Year 1, y din't i go? hmm. I remember year 2 i din't go because of my Flying lessons...yeh  I flew a plane before, so did Dino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a small fee of $3, u're entertained and feed up to $10 of food plus there was a lucky draw too, 1st price was something...din't other to remember. But the second prize appealed to me more...an X-box. wanted to take this opportunity to ask someone to go with me, but driving lah. Juz a few more weeks to my driver's license, Whooo Hooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, heard the next MM event is the ADD (Annual Dinner and Dance) which i think is for our graduation batch next year *shrugs* whenever it is, i already got a date! ^^ I kiasu wat =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired sia, gonna turn in, nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112429549058900318?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112429549058900318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112429549058900318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112429549058900318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112429549058900318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/08/drove-todae-did-emergency-brake-near.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112420662841445509</id><published>2005-08-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T08:37:08.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juz watched CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. One word: Cool. To me, the original CSI is better. You know, the one in Las Vagas...been there before, nice city, very dry though...got chapped lips...got family lost there before too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, it's a nice show. It shows you how they use the tools to solve the mystery and clues that you may have overlooked. Although some scenarios' answers were almost obvious. Today's episode had two cases: an arson and a murder by choking. Won't spoilt it for all you people ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, it's a good show to watch if you are curious on how the CSI works, recommand it for Investigators wannabes  (",) &lt;- cute smilie, thx nise ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough bout CSI. Hmm, Today was uneventful. Forgotten to bring notes to class again, tried to stay awake in Bang's lesson (it's pronounced 'B-Ang'), watched the animated clone wars on my friend's, (Iceman*), lappy (aka Laptop...I was definately NOT on his lap) and got poked at the sides by Draconite* and Iceman during lecture -_-" owww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to slack at Iceman's club(really bored...need action) and toked bout FYP, then visited the squash court to look for Marcus (aka Dino, to Nise)  and Nise...To Nise u were really graceful ;) and to Dino, nice moves and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;psst,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;use ur "sleek" moves to go after her lah ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All in all, below average day. Note to self: arrange for more excitement...maybe having a sing-a-long during tutorials, hmm. Well, gtg. Take care ya'll =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Not real names...DUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112420662841445509?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112420662841445509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112420662841445509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112420662841445509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112420662841445509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/08/juz-watched-csi-crime-scene.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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-15414138.post-112402899801775809</id><published>2005-08-14T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T06:35:19.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never thought i'll create a blog...oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do i start? hmm, maybe a little intro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, Lee here. Young, dynamic Singaporean...yeh rite. All i want is to fit in in this complicated matrix so called "society"...at least i found a few spots to plant my roots in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one bro and sis. It seems me and my sibs go quite okay with each other. a random argument here n there...nothing much. But we do look out for each other...I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I study in Singapore Poly, 3rd year, Aeronautical Engineering student (sounds cool eh? *sounds* only lah ^^), average results: no real life outside school, juz study study study. SIANZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no girlfriend, for all u people wondering, why? well, i spent 11 freakin years in an all guys school (Catholic High) which is more than half of my life so far. Sad eh? know wat's even worse? I spend another 3 and a half years in a course that's dominated by guys...in a Mechanical and Manufacturing School which of course is also mostly guys...To make things worse, singaporean guys have to serve in Nation Service (NS) which equals to another 2 years of guys...goodness. Thank God I've not turned gay -_- But let's do the math. 11yrs in all guys school + 3 yrs in mostly guys course + 2 years in NS = 16 out of 20 years! I need a woman ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, oh yeh, maybe i do have life outside school. I'm an Assistant Scout Leader (ASL) of CHS Scout Troop. I'm damn proud of it! This year we have a huge competition: the National Patrol Camp (NPC) and we want our "Best Patrol" shield back! Scouting was one of the best things in my life. It taught me many life skills and discipline in a fun and educational way. now that i'm in the helm, i hope to teach my scouts all i can and hope that they will succeed in the future. Currently, i co-run the troop with a beautiful and smart girl, Denise (aka Nise). Speakin of Nise arh...haiz. No, i wun tok bout her and her...overwhelming predicament. it's her personal life, can't give much info or she'll poke me to death =P But i can say she's really efficient and hardworking. i'm glad to work with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...hmm i'm a karate yellow belt too. although i've stopped trainning due to busy schedules, i still pratice at home. i've got a friend who's a brown belt that lives near me...thinking of askin him to train with me sometime in my garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think this is quite enough for my 1st entry...have been yabbering alot. C'ya! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15414138-112402899801775809?l=nevermore8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/feeds/112402899801775809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15414138&amp;postID=112402899801775809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112402899801775809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15414138/posts/default/112402899801775809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nevermore8.blogspot.com/2005/08/never-thought-ill-create-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14969637154776432500</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
