<?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-24858633</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:18:52.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in my own world</title><subtitle type='html'>My life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-8419396740696718041</id><published>2007-04-23T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T18:47:38.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime with problems</title><content type='html'>i'll come to blog about it. Having enlisted, there are certain things that i gotta think about, certain decisions to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altho during this period of time, i got to know so many nice girls, i've been feeling very insecure. Not sure of what had happened, maybe its because she told me she need me to spend lotsa time with her. Too afraid of losing her i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-8419396740696718041?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/8419396740696718041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=8419396740696718041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/8419396740696718041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/8419396740696718041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2007/04/everytime-with-problems.html' title='Everytime with problems'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-117035970565648252</id><published>2007-02-02T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T03:55:05.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 graduated</title><content type='html'>Had my MSD final test today. Having a bad headache and fever, i think i'll do pretty bad for my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing, i think i need to apologise to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry for throwing my temper @ ya. Wasn't at my best condition yesterday. I really hope we can be close friends! U're my first friend thats studying aboard!! Won't forget you in my life..! haha! Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina! Christina! Won't forget how you care for me. Will reward u some other time, when i get better. *Woof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at this time, i just wanna share about my 3 years of poly life. Eis, Tiong Han has been my best click thru'out this 3 years. You guys rox!!!!! =D At year 3, my class are full of crazy dudes. People like Lionel, Winston, Benson, Cheng Yang, Li Nan, are fucking good friends. So much jokes, joy and fun in class. Altho' we are rowdy, we are still one of the top class in MTE ya. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years of poly life, have been crazy, gay and serious. These are the 3 things that made my poly life fill with colours. Right now, only left 2 more major event before graduating. just hope can give my best shot for it. Nevertheless, guys, lets not forget each other. Hang out k? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-117035970565648252?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/117035970565648252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=117035970565648252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/117035970565648252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/117035970565648252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2007/02/12-graduated.html' title='1/2 graduated'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-116957267914175480</id><published>2007-01-24T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T01:28:10.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About this week!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!! Really doesn't have time to blog for the past few months. Another reason is because my taggie isn't working at that time! yah, so i just dun feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bought LG chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a cool phone! but the functions and messaging system sucks! so dun get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Done with FYP and have most of my test cleared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Planning to get an IPOD nano(2GB) next month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MP3 player is spoiling, so just plan to get a new one. 2GB is more than enough for me, so even if 4GB is just a hundred bucks diff, i'll still get the 2GB one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everything is going so smoothly now. Hope it'll remain this way at least till i graduate. And stop asking whether have i got my license. i'll passed last month =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot 1 thing, today damn sway lah! Went to open a new UOB saving account, then found out that i need to constraint my pocket by keeping 500bucks in that account to avoid the 2dollar monthly deduction. This may be a good thing for me tho. Whats worst is after doing laundry and drying my clothes under the sunny weather, i went for a nap. Then something diastrous happened..! It started pouring 15minutes after i got into lala land. With much effort, only 1/2 of my clothes got drenched. And the thing that pisses me off is the rain only lasted for 20minutes! its like wtf?! seriously....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JoeL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-116957267914175480?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/116957267914175480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=116957267914175480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/116957267914175480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/116957267914175480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2007/01/about-this-week.html' title='About this week!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-116888677433558756</id><published>2007-01-16T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T02:46:14.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nong Nong ago....</title><content type='html'>WOOHOOT! my tagboard is back! and here i'm blogging again. HahA..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, just afew things to update you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- been working and doing project, no time for any other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- got to know new stuffs and people, slowly upgrading from a mountain tortoise to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Neglected all my bros, buddies. Lets hope i'll have time for them after grad. Miss the time we spent, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Carol is afraid of me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Christina Christina! pig pig pig..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- will update weekly! think there are lots of ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, cya~!&lt;br /&gt;JoeL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-116888677433558756?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/116888677433558756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=116888677433558756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/116888677433558756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/116888677433558756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2007/01/nong-nong-ago.html' title='Nong Nong ago....'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-116094377094353341</id><published>2006-10-16T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T04:22:50.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAH</title><content type='html'>Review my blog and see sooooo many sad post. No more! if not later depression then die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. anyway, talking rot with Cherie now. Silly girl, always want to zhng herself. u r pretty enough la, careful later zhng liao become ugly. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr still got sch.&lt;br /&gt;cya&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-116094377094353341?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/116094377094353341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=116094377094353341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/116094377094353341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/116094377094353341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/10/wah.html' title='WAH'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-116035557676609652</id><published>2006-10-09T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:41:15.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最近</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;歌曲名： 最近&lt;br /&gt;歌手/乐队：李圣杰&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C        G    Am     Em      F      G    C   G&lt;br /&gt;你最近不说话  怎麼了為什麼  是不是有什麼事让你不快乐&lt;br /&gt;  C        G    Am     Em      F      G      C G&lt;br /&gt;听说你最近很孤单 有点乱有点慌  可是我却不能够在你的身旁&lt;br /&gt;    C        G                Am         Em    &lt;br /&gt;你想要的我却不能够给你我全部  我能给的却又不是你想要拥有的&lt;br /&gt;　　爱  我却不能够给你我全部  我能给的却又不是你想要拥有的&lt;br /&gt;  F        Em         Fmaj7         G&lt;br /&gt;我们不适合 也不想认输  好几次我们抱著彼此都是想要哭&lt;br /&gt;    C           G            Am         Em&lt;br /&gt;常解释这样的一切 都只是开始   我觉得是所有的一切早就已结束&lt;br /&gt;  F          Em         Fmaj7 G C                 &lt;br /&gt;不想再约束不要再痛哭  下一次会有更好的情路&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Fmaj7 G    C&lt;br /&gt;Ending (这一次我们都能会幸福) &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-116035557676609652?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/116035557676609652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=116035557676609652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/116035557676609652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/116035557676609652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='最近'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-116019959054451319</id><published>2006-10-07T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T13:39:50.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling terrible</title><content type='html'>Why do human needs to be so cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Why does we have to restrict ourselves in the things we do.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to live like how everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Are we living our lives for ourselves or for others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fucking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; of how she telling me how we are not suppose to be together. Yes, im outta love. This love thingy is not kinda my thing anymore.&lt;br /&gt; -&lt;br /&gt; -&lt;br /&gt; -&lt;br /&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just hope that i'm older, so she won't think there is any problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm that. Has been working nowadays, got back playing DA, been busy with project and was busy with her too. It feels so good to be in love, and so terrible to put an end to it. Hope that she'll find someone that will be able to support her, a stable and serious guy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling down,&lt;br /&gt;JoeL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-116019959054451319?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/116019959054451319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=116019959054451319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/116019959054451319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/116019959054451319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/10/feeling-terrible.html' title='Feeling terrible'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115792022844780260</id><published>2006-09-11T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T04:30:28.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemma</title><content type='html'>Gotta start working soon, requires me to give up partying. Really have a hard choice, but i'd prefer to earn money than spending it now cause im fking poor. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with 308 + jabian on friday nite @ pastamania, PS. Really had a wonderful time. Then it was BBQ yesterday @ batok. Enjoyable weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what i want. Had been worried over what would happen if i start working. Neglect my friends, stop partying, less time for project etc etc. What should i do? Sometimes i really wonder if this is what i want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Stop worrying and work first. Need to earn 2 grand for myself before i start deciding what to do. Hope there won't be a problem in completing my FYP. Strive for good grades!. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115792022844780260?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115792022844780260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115792022844780260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115792022844780260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115792022844780260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/09/dilemma.html' title='dilemma'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115765375458797056</id><published>2006-09-08T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T02:29:14.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing her. Motivation lost.</title><content type='html'>It was a day i spent with my bed since project meeting was cancelled. Came to realise that she really loves me when i looked at the birthday cheese cake she baked for me. And she doesn't want to get into a relationship for some reasons. I don't know whats wrong with her, but this is not very nice. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its was so discouraging thinking about how much i slacked from doing the project. I just lost motivation in doing this. I don't wanna do it anymore. For some unknown reasons, i'd put project at the last piority. This is bad, i know. Need to find the source of motivation. Someone. help me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Lorraine is kinda angry that i went club last nite. Anyway, i got myself a job in zouk. Start working every wed, fri, sat from next week. Wish me luck ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good things: Charged up camera, ready to rock and roll! &lt;br /&gt;                  Finished the cheescake.&lt;br /&gt;                  Project tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;                  Bought singapore cigs. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off. &lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115765375458797056?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115765375458797056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115765375458797056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115765375458797056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115765375458797056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/09/missing-her-motivation-lost.html' title='Missing her. Motivation lost.'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115754184421484325</id><published>2006-09-06T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:24:04.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection on my 19 years old</title><content type='html'>1st present that i received was shocking news from bingbing, then we broke up. Next was my exams, really scored badly for it due to the impact of them breakup. This is so unforgettable, unbearably painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was christmas i think. Its nice to have a gathering at my place with weijie, zhaowei, eric and kailun. The bond is always there and it won't be gone. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2006, scored badly for my exams again. Fail my driving test. Quarrelled with my auntie who came back from US for holidays, every 4 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anymore. They are all bad. But there's one thing thats good, things will only get better because this is the worst. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115754184421484325?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115754184421484325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115754184421484325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115754184421484325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115754184421484325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/09/reflection-on-my-19-years-old.html' title='Reflection on my 19 years old'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115754144253663199</id><published>2006-09-06T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:17:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring 20th birthday</title><content type='html'>Wasn't really looking forward to my 20th birthday partly because i failed badly for my driving test. And it wasn't my fault, ahhh.. in a way, yes, blame myself for being so naive and stupid =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing but lying on my bed, and staring at my laptop. Birthday wishes received via sms, but no birthday presents. not even one. thats so sad. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, need to do a review on my 19th years old life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115754144253663199?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115754144253663199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115754144253663199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115754144253663199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115754144253663199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/09/boring-20th-birthday.html' title='boring 20th birthday'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115696159279182552</id><published>2006-08-31T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T02:13:12.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 more hours</title><content type='html'>To driving test. I am so excited and nervous that i could bearly catch my breath. I am confident of passing!! Lets just see eh. haha. I won't fail k! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115696159279182552?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115696159279182552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115696159279182552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115696159279182552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115696159279182552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/08/7-more-hours.html' title='7 more hours'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115652840436107895</id><published>2006-08-26T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T01:53:24.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLA FUN!</title><content type='html'>Had so much fun over this week! Wednesday in phuture, thursday in MoS, today at bukit batok play bball. Really enjoyed myself to the max! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning had a very nice dream. (There was this guy who met her for dinner, and when she came back to find me, the guy claimed to be her boyfriend. I was pissed and had some dispute with that guy. In the end, she sided me and we went away. It was so loving and sweet.) But of course, its too good to be true lah. Exchanged text with her a moment ago, find out that its almost impossible to get into a relationship with her. So ya, she minds. Its not hurting at all, i mean we should take things easily, be more opimistic ya. Certainly felt a little heartache, but i think its ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week gotta start on project again. TiongHan, please inform bob about it. Monday before 10, at AT hub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cya guys.&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115652840436107895?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115652840436107895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115652840436107895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115652840436107895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115652840436107895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/08/hella-fun.html' title='HELLA FUN!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115640409641484134</id><published>2006-08-24T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:21:36.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In club</title><content type='html'>So why does people club? The air is so polluted, music is so loud, so many people and WORST OF ALL, KENNA PUSH LIKE F***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, guess there are 2 kinda people ( guys ) who clubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Horny guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people practically goes to club to see see, touch touch. Never keep their hands by themselves. Usually, they would dance beside their target, and there are 2 kinda approach here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-1. Dance right behind them and get self-high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They usually are ugly and tall people, from what i see. Maybe its because im short, i see tall people giving out those very pleasure expression, like when you pcc. These people are the worst i see in club. If you want to have this kinda pleasure, spend the money at Geylang can. Don't fu*king come club and waste the dance space. Seriously i can't stand these guys. 50% of the guys are like that in club. I don't see a point doing that loh. Go get yourself a girlfriend and do it at home, or like i suggested, go joo chiat or geylang. Losers. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-2. Dance and get dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By hugging girls from behind. Usually these people are good looking and they are prone to get beaten up or involves in fights. Stop touching the girl when she's not interested ya. This is just a piece of advice. haha. Ok, to be truthful, i do it sometimes too. Its only when the girl is open enough to play with me. Getting just a little bit touchy, and dance with them is totally fine. Just need to control a little so we won't end up in a different home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Party people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;They rock! People who are there to have fun, enjoy the music, playing around with people, getting crazy. Its fun! But there are only 30% who does that. =( You know these people. Its nice to hang out with them or its also nice to have them dancing beside you, playing with you. People like jolvin is one of the best example. haha. This is the reason why i enjoy clubbing so much =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya.&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115640409641484134?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115640409641484134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115640409641484134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115640409641484134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115640409641484134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-club.html' title='In club'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115613508774191687</id><published>2006-08-21T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T12:38:07.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope all these shit are over!</title><content type='html'>Finally, finished my exams. It was a killer tho, think most of us will flung this paper. So Im not alone! ahahA! Ok guys, lets get the party started! Lets go phuture this wednesday, enjoy the atomsphere, girls and most of all, the music! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its more than words to describe my joy after struggling few months to get over this shit. Exams, projects, promises, girls, all are never ending problems. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, forgive me for looking so stupid in this entry, maybe its because i didn't sleep for 1 whole night. blah blah blah... excuses.. hahha. i try to update u guys more in this blog, stay tune for more actions with sameoldmejoel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, Cya!&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115613508774191687?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115613508774191687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115613508774191687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115613508774191687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115613508774191687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/08/hope-all-these-shit-are-over.html' title='Hope all these shit are over!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115580084498479724</id><published>2006-08-17T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T15:47:25.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad . Wish upon a shooting star.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a bad day. indeed. Haven't had sufficient sleep, woke up a little late and rushed to school for FIT final test. Scored badly despite of Winston and Cheng Yang's help. =( They actually had the answers for it, no share with me cus i was out on tuesday nite. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was RMV revision. I actually scored 25% for the class test! Fuck! !@$)(*)$#%&amp;amp;#^$@*#$@!#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bad day since i failed 2 test and even got some bad blisters after playing basketball bare footed. Was worn out and still dragged myself to Phuture with Jolvin and Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. has been a long time since i last saw him. Its all becus of him!! Thats why i went.&lt;br /&gt;Pauline was drunk at the end of the day. Serene, Jolvin and me sent her home. Guess what, while Serene's changing and cleaning up Pauline, meanwhile Jo and i smoking outside, i saw i shooting star! Stunt for 5 seconds. Made a wish. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see if its a blessing in disguise. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115580084498479724?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115580084498479724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115580084498479724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115580084498479724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115580084498479724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-wish-upon-shooting-star.html' title='Bad . Wish upon a shooting star.'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115562999981294959</id><published>2006-08-15T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:19:59.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doom!</title><content type='html'>Omg, guess this time im really dead. Lun, please help me purchase a small and cosy coffin. Zhao, please help me call Singapore Casket and make my funeral less noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ytd, my driving instructor called me and said he won't be in Singapore on my test date. On top of that, i'll not be using his Civic to drive. I'll be using a Lancer for test. F***. Better pray that i pass, if not i'll kill him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exams approaching, tmr is FIT final test. Should be able to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just viewed friendster, there's this hot girl who appeared to view my profile. hmm.. what i want to talk about is not about her beauty and how she attract me, its about her video! Its really cool!&lt;br /&gt;The dance is really awesome. Guess im such a mountain tortoise la, never seen such things like dance competition before. HaHa. Anyway, tmr is Lorraine's bday. Happy birthday to her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115562999981294959?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115562999981294959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115562999981294959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115562999981294959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115562999981294959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/08/doom.html' title='Doom!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115535772342424149</id><published>2006-08-12T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T13:17:22.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study, study.</title><content type='html'>Time to get my lazy ass down to do some revision before the exams. Timing for the exams are so closely packed, need to stay hardworking for like almost 2weeks+. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently had an strange encounter with an alien. Something once my friend said just comes thru my mind and would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there's a guy who can treats her better, financially stable and good enough to support her, I won't blame her for leaving me despite being together for such a long period of time. Because i love her. Not that i don't wanna work out a future with her, i just don't want her to suffer with me if she doesn't want to. Having her in my life is good enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is life really that practical?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115535772342424149?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115535772342424149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115535772342424149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115535772342424149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115535772342424149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/08/study-study.html' title='Study, study.'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115531108826366573</id><published>2006-08-11T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:44:48.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Long Ago...</title><content type='html'>Had stop blogging. Sorry for the lack of updates. Been busy with studies and projects, and nevertheless, friends and relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few weeks nearly killed me..! It has been so long since i've been so hardworking. Staying in school almost everyday, camping at Aerospace Hub figuring out how to work out my project. Lucky there's Cheng Yang and Li Nan beside me, doing theirs too. Bond has been very close between us, they are really good people to mix with, except for the smoking part. LMAO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for friends, yea, spent some time with them either la teh or mahjong. They are my source of entertianment i guess. Hanging out with them is really relaxing and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For relationship wise, hmm.. Yea, celebrated my sis's bday and owe her a present. Nothing else. I think i should be gay, so many nice guys around me and seems to me that all good girls are being taken or there isn't any suitable one. Maybe i'll consider dating Kailun or Zhaowei. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off! &lt;br /&gt;joeL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115531108826366573?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115531108826366573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115531108826366573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115531108826366573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115531108826366573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-long-ago.html' title='Long Long Ago...'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115383698942212623</id><published>2006-07-25T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:17:03.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xxxHOLiC</title><content type='html'>Watched xxxHOLiC esp 15, it really enlighten me alot. HaHa. Just post it here to let you guys watch. It might enlighten you too! hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-weight: bold;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J9vHmGMpfNQ"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J9vHmGMpfNQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-weight: bold;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvXTk2_RJsQ"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvXTk2_RJsQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxKEBexoF4U"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxKEBexoF4U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115383698942212623?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115383698942212623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115383698942212623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115383698942212623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115383698942212623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/07/xxxholic.html' title='xxxHOLiC'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115372127361186995</id><published>2006-07-24T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:07:53.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about marriage.</title><content type='html'>Got it from a friendster bulletin. Its quite interesting. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage...?&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 1.&lt;br /&gt;Marriages are made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, so are thunder and lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 2.&lt;br /&gt;If you want your wife to listen and pay strict attention&lt;br /&gt;to every word you say; talk in your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 3.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is grand -- and divorce is at least 100 grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 4.&lt;br /&gt;Married life is very frustrating. In the first year of&lt;br /&gt;marriage, the&lt;br /&gt;man speaks and the woman listens.&lt;br /&gt;In the second year, the woman speaks and the man&lt;br /&gt;listens.&lt;br /&gt;In the third year, they both speak and the neighbours&lt;br /&gt;listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 5.&lt;br /&gt;When a man opens the door of his car for his wife,&lt;br /&gt;you can be sure&lt;br /&gt;of one thing: Either the car is new or the wife is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 6.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is when a man and woman become as one;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble starts when they try to decide which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 7.&lt;br /&gt;Before marriage, a man will lie awake all night thinking&lt;br /&gt;about&lt;br /&gt;something you say. After marriage, he will fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;before you finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 8.&lt;br /&gt;Every man wants a wife who is beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;understanding, economical, and a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the law allows only one wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 9.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage and love are purely matter of chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;That is why wife treats husband like toxic waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 10.&lt;br /&gt;A man is incomplete until he is married.&lt;br /&gt;After that, he is finished..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus Commandment story.&lt;br /&gt;A long married couple came upon a wishing well.&lt;br /&gt;The wife leaned over, made a wish and threw in a&lt;br /&gt;penny.&lt;br /&gt;The husband decided to make a wish too.&lt;br /&gt;But he leaned over too much, fell into the well, and&lt;br /&gt;drowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife was stunned for a moment but then smiled,&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! This stuff really works!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115372127361186995?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115372127361186995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115372127361186995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115372127361186995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115372127361186995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/07/something-about-marriage.html' title='Something about marriage.'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115355970391032703</id><published>2006-07-22T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T17:15:03.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring week</title><content type='html'>School work is killing me, especially project work. Other than that, someone is killing me even more. Anyway, went to zouk with weimin, weiliang and jolvin on wed. It was fun! Music was great too. Really enjoyed my night there. Got to know a 22years old girl, named lingling. Didn't hold her and dance, we just played together and had fun. But she's like so bad, promised to make friend with me but in the end she either gave me the wrong number or she's ignoring me. Anyway, i don't care. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ask for number means i wanna jio her? Just wanna make more friends. *#$@#$^@%!%^@#$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this, all other time are stress and stress. Too much work, and depends on others. I want to do it myself, for project,  and not waiting for others to help me. But i guess it can't be helped cus i don't even know the basics to those things i wanna do. fork on the table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, just wanna tell you that im nobody to you. you want to know my whereabouts, what im doing, fine. But you don't fucking question me and get jealous over tiffy stuffs. Im not your boyfriend ffs. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115355970391032703?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115355970391032703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115355970391032703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115355970391032703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115355970391032703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/07/tiring-week.html' title='Tiring week'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115311981284544634</id><published>2006-07-17T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:00:08.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepting failure</title><content type='html'>Regarding what some of my lecturers told me about our final year project, its keeps me thinking of whats so wrong with my project group, our way of approaching problems, the method we use to solve problems, its like all so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now feeling so vexed, maybe its just because i didn't have enough sleep and problems coming in a bundle, i can't really handle it. Apart from blaming my teammates for the lack of effort in doing this, i'm the major problem still lies on me. I'm not pushing them enough. Just need to take some time off to really start planning and making things work out before we start blaming each other for not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 17 July - 15.21pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now feeling much better. Had driving lesson, full 1 1/2hours. Mr Yeo said i'm not focus and don't do any good decision on road. Bad things just keep coming to me, i need to work things out fast before it starts piling up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch a little on project this afternoon, at least i've got a plan now and done something. Just need to work more on it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, on Sunday, after going for supper, 308 la-teh gang walked to Tang Dynasty, hoping to trespass and find some ghost inside. Kinda like an excursion. haaha. The walking distance is fucking long, walked for around 1 1/2 hours before we reach the entrance. AND GUESS WHAT! Once we climb in, then the cops came, so we didn't really get to explore anything. Was told to go home. A bunch walked out, leaving peiye and lian kai inside. Waited for them for almost 45 mins and they wanted us to sneak in one by one as the cops were parking at the entrance of carpark, watching the only route to the entrance of Tangs. Kailun and me back out and took a cab home. What a waste of money. =/ Hate wasting money when im already so broke. Will never ever go alone, Kailun and me decided. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;tata. Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115311981284544634?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115311981284544634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115311981284544634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115311981284544634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115311981284544634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/07/accepting-failure.html' title='Accepting failure'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115281907095798956</id><published>2006-07-14T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T03:31:10.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is wonderful, isn't it?</title><content type='html'>Learnt not to think too much these few days. Actually, i should relax more, just be my old self. Doing whatever i want to do without any interference; disturbance; obstruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you you you! if my hp is off, please drop me a msg. If i still didn't reply, it means i doesn't want to be contacted. Just let me go missing, i will find my way back. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my friend, having the faith in me to court you. I think this is the end. I'm just not being myself. Maybe i don't know myself well enough to let you know more about me, but i certainly feel there are quite a big distance between us. Friends will do k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FFS, those who think that i have lotsa girls around me. Shut up already. I don't have much girl- friends and im certainly too lazy to find some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel - I still owe you M&amp;amp;Ms for getting into the finals. Just to tell you i haven't forget about it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115281907095798956?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115281907095798956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115281907095798956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115281907095798956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115281907095798956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-is-wonderful-isnt-it.html' title='Life is wonderful, isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115262897080205895</id><published>2006-07-11T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:42:50.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of place.</title><content type='html'>Tried to get some rest for today, unfortunately, it didn't work out. Right now sleepy and tired, yet still have the energy to blog. Skipped lessons yesterday, which means i had missed school for 4 days. Splendid.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good talk with yiyee last night, somehow i feel like she's treating me as someone special. A close friend? A boy-friend? Seriously, i don't know what she thinking. How can i know it even she, herself, also don't know? My agenda for now is not to get a girlfriend at the near future, its finding someone suitable to be together for long, or even for good. I mean, if got then got loh, if don't have then forget it ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Ariel about her problem, doesn't matter much to me now. Like she have said, maybe its too complicated for me to understand, maybe i'll just think too much and stress myself on it. Aiya, its also my fault lah. Cus i think she feel very stress, alot of problem. Hence, i asked her to relax abit. What she told me was, this wasn't the case. She know clearly what she's doing, and not every stressed about it. The chat wasn't exactly like that, but somehow, this is my own conclusion from last night's conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolated myself from this world today. It feels kinda good. Maybe i should do it more often. Don't reply sms, calls, just make myself missing. And stupid Mr. Yeo! Always eat my lesson money, learn driving for 1hour and charge me 1 1/2hr money. Gotta screw him next week, guys, remind me to do so. !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly screwed up many things these few days. coco-nathen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Get to know me more:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Although i hate such thing called problems, but it can't be avoided right? I'm always willing to spend time listening problems of people whom i call friends. And i won't be like my past, trying to know the problem and try to help people solve. As i grow up, i learn to ignore the problem unless it affects me. I'll be more than willing to solve your problems if you open up to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Complicated life? Don't underestimate what i had been thru. =) Ain't a big time good boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115262897080205895?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115262897080205895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115262897080205895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115262897080205895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115262897080205895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/07/out-of-place.html' title='Out of place.'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115258542881815917</id><published>2006-07-11T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:37:08.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid instructor</title><content type='html'>Every driving lesson also eat my time. (*^@#&amp;$^@#$*&amp;amp;@#$ Im poor enough already, still wanna cheat on my money. I pay like 36bucks for an hour. mofo. =( was suppose to be 1 1/2 hr. Anyway, woke up early this morning, housework all done! For once i feel that im so sensible, just be packing my room and doing a little house chores. haha. anyone wanna praise me for that? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving on the test route is kinda difficult. Cars start cutting your route when you are trying to be careful. Maybe i should drive a little more reckless so i can pass my TP without any sabotaging. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bibi,&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115258542881815917?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115258542881815917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115258542881815917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115258542881815917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115258542881815917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/07/stupid-instructor.html' title='Stupid instructor'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115245458673522437</id><published>2006-07-09T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:16:26.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal blog</title><content type='html'>yea, created one personal blog. haha. Just need someone to talk to when i feel troubled, so decided to be a little dumb, talk to a blog. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115245458673522437?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115245458673522437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115245458673522437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115245458673522437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115245458673522437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/07/personal-blog.html' title='Personal blog'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115228169525069828</id><published>2006-07-07T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:14:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every person just want to have..</title><content type='html'>Someone that love and care for them. Be there for them whenever they needs one. For me, its the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good talk with Tiong Han while having dinner. Just came to talk about this topic, relationship. He really inspired me alot. haHa. No doubt he's a retard, but what he told me is really logical.&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to find the right one to fall in love with, stable down be together for good." These are the words that he said ( I think i did a pretty good job translating from chinese). I wish i could also find a right girl to fall in love with, but somehow, this feeling has been avoiding me after being hurted once. Seriously, i think this is like so gay, but its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope she's the girl, the right one. Just feel that it'll take alot of effort and needs to overcome tons of problem before i can confirm whether is she the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, all my problems have been solved. Money, family, friends, school etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115228169525069828?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115228169525069828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115228169525069828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115228169525069828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115228169525069828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/07/every-person-just-want-to-have_07.html' title='Every person just want to have..'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115193750976885734</id><published>2006-07-03T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:38:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complains!</title><content type='html'>Tired, restless, ill these few day. Nevertheless, still bother to blog something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, have nothing much to worry about expecting my studies and FYP. These are the piority i have in my life now. Had slack for more than a year in school, its time to get my ass back studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a big problem to me nowadays. Being broke. I'm spending more than what i have and its like so many things for me to spend on. Food, hp bills, driving. All needs money. Yea, i know one of the solution is to work and earn some hard cash, but i don't think i'm willing to sacrifice my time for that because i don't have much to spare. Maybe i should just talk to my dad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i done complaining. Now here is something sweet. Thank you for willing to work things out with me. It's really so nice of you to talk to me and tell me how you feel also. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115193750976885734?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115193750976885734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115193750976885734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115193750976885734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115193750976885734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/07/complains.html' title='Complains!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115177849547573919</id><published>2006-07-02T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T16:31:37.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup</title><content type='html'>Now 3 qualified teams are Portugal, Italy and Germany. Who will be next? Brazil or France?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts on this World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really predictable for the Group Stage and Round of 16, but it became abit kelong at the quarter finals, dunno why, i just feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i'll blog on world cup. Everyone just wants to get a little bit of it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115177849547573919?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115177849547573919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115177849547573919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115177849547573919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115177849547573919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup.html' title='World Cup'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115159250001516011</id><published>2006-06-29T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:41:15.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every man should be a marksman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;Army should make every man a marksman in my opinion. There shouldn't be reward for any marksmanship because it is required for every man. ALL YOU PENIS.ES LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS SPECIALLY WRITTEN FOR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Loo; Gents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think everytime when i walked into the loo, its always clean everywhere expect the floor. Seriously, i can't understand how you can pee on the floor when ur kuku is so near to the cubical. Its like so unhygenic everytime i step into public toilets, not mentioning those with good maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever come across toilet with shit outta the toilet bowl? I've seen shit beside the toilet bowl at a macdonalds near my place. I was like: WTF?! And i was so full at that time, nearly puke. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so bad at home tho, although we have no females living with us(dad,uncle,me), but we'll still lift up the toilet bowl's seat to pee, and will make sure we aim properly even its late at night, we'll still care to on the lights to pee. It should be this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a post to tell girls how dirty is the Gents. Hopefully someone will tell this to the whole world because everyone shares the same thoughts. I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115159250001516011?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115159250001516011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115159250001516011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115159250001516011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115159250001516011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/06/every-man-should-be-marksman.html' title='Every man should be a marksman.'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115126165814664355</id><published>2006-06-26T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:41:59.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IVASION! (Please don't don't don't read this post if u're a foreigner)</title><content type='html'>I believe people can't agree more with me. Invasion of foreigners. (I'm not trying to be nationist or something, just voicing out some ugly truth that i had came across in my life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the common hates we all have for those filthy bangalas, lets take a look at what is hated by the young adults in Singapore. Wanna make a guess?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people/students/idiots/bastards from PRC. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailun, Zhaowei, Eric aka gougou, guys shut up already. U guys just assume how much i love foreign products just because i smoke Philippines Cigs, courted and was dumped by Bingbing, has Yiyee as my good friend, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fun in poly. Having good friends, making jokes all the time, cheating in test together, fooling around in lessons, nevertheless, insult ugly people. It just came to my mind that they are one of a kind i always like to insult. (except for zeng ye, eric and eis) Don't they just irritate you? Maybe im just too paranoid about the people i see. Especially them. Those bastards who thinks themselves so highly, being so clever because they studied more than you, selected over millions of idiots back THERE to come studying in Singapore, and acting arrogant no matter they are right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like last night, played basketball despite being ill. I believe they are from PRC, those people i played with. Its like they are so ugly, their movements and everything. Their concept of playing basketball is so wrong, maybe they should just play Netball, people can't steal your ball ya. =( It got on my nerves when they start to say they did nothing wrong. That reminds me of a PRC classmate back when i was in year2. After common test, he came out and checked answers with us, insisting he is right. Back off loser, if you want to check your answers, then leave your comment to yourself. You fucking didn't listen to what lecturers want us to amend on the paper and come bragging saying you're right. Correct my foot. Yea, you are right after admitting you did not follow instructions during the test. Thats the only right thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear people O' Singapore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;JoeL-sama is here to preach on this topic, let hate and humilate them! Listen to my point of view and you shall find new resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 fatal flaws of those ppl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They had been selected over millions of idiots back there to come further their studies, so no point thinking they're ALL clever because they ain't! At all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They doesn't speak properly. If people were to insult us Singaporeans for speaking Singlish and its so damn hard for them to understand, they might need to reconsider and apologising after listening to those fast-blablehing-language. The PRC language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They certainly have a very bad dress sense i believe. I'll proof it to you, try this. Go walk in town, approach all people whom you think they are dressing like "jap". This is an example:&lt;br /&gt;for guys, long sleeve shirt at a scorching day, wearing a HAT(not cap)&lt;br /&gt;for gers, long socks, platforms, thick winter clothings, mini-skirts&lt;br /&gt;90% will turn out to be speaking in  fast-blablehing-language, or broken English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not further elaborate cus its like kinda bad to insult them too much. Lets just hate them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;j0eL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115126165814664355?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115126165814664355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115126165814664355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115126165814664355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115126165814664355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/06/ivasion-please-dont-dont-dont-read.html' title='IVASION! (Please don&apos;t don&apos;t don&apos;t read this post if u&apos;re a foreigner)'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115118062852830865</id><published>2006-06-25T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T04:23:48.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid!</title><content type='html'>Had mahjong session with youcheng, ah bui and kailun. Lost 9 bucks! !@$(*)(@#*$!@#(*$)!@(*#!@#*@!($&amp;#*(!&amp;amp;$#@!(*#^*!@&amp;amp;#^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL. Putting this aside. Yiyee called me this morning, telling me she reach Singapore safely. Good! At least she didn't go missing. You can never imagine what would happen to a girl who doesn't know her direction well. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as usual, after having high fever, it goes back to sore throat. And finally i realise something. Jurong is lacking some light supper place. Light as in those for sicky ppl like me! now! lol.. Maybe i should open 1 store selling delicious congee, or some kuays. It'll be so popular, even ppl living in Pasir Ris would come visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog liao. Guys, give me some topic that i can blog! haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a good mood,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0eL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115118062852830865?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115118062852830865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115118062852830865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115118062852830865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115118062852830865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/06/stupid.html' title='Stupid!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115108467728624514</id><published>2006-06-24T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:44:37.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling sick</title><content type='html'>Fuck, i got high fever! First time like in a billion years. HaHa. Anyway, feeling better now. Thank you for all ya care and concern. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst, never felt so sick before. Totally no energy to get outta bed. Back then, like this morning, can't even gather the strength to get outta my bed. After taking my temperture, i was really shocked. LOL. 38.7 degree calcius. Oh my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had alot of strange dreams nowadays, drank a little too much, thats why i fall sick. RoFL. Suddenly, I had come to know so many new people in my life. This happens everytime, when i wanna put all my heart into a girl. Guess God is testing me, putting me into temptation. =/ just don't like it. Someone show me the way. Im feeling so helpless now. Phyiscally and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not blogging something interesting. Will blog better topics after i recover. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;j0eL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115108467728624514?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115108467728624514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115108467728624514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115108467728624514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115108467728624514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/06/falling-sick.html' title='Falling sick'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115106044483426725</id><published>2006-06-23T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:37:16.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep me thinking.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, wishing a happy belated birthday to 2 of my buddies! Weimin and Weiliang! They are 2 good buddies u'll not forget in ur life. haha. lets start with weiliang. He's forever easy-going and, strangely, without a temper. u always feel relieve when he's beside u, cus he is really one good friend that is willing to listen to everything.! As for Weimin, known him thru Ah Qiang they all, 3 months and we are crazy buddies already. Siao one! Can talk about anything, anywhere. Stupid fellow, just keep pouring out jokes and make us can't stop laughing.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiyee is back! but she haven't call me. Miss those time when i travel all the way to Tampines to accompany her. haha. it was fun, and the trip was frigging long. Anyway, lets go to the main point for today's topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, read Wendy's(a.k.a XiaXue) blog. She's a very good blogger and this is certainly very true. What keeps bothering me when im reading her blog is she just thinks too highly of herself. No doubt, she blogs well, content is good, but sometimes i think human just need to give and take. Stop insulting ppl so badly, eh. Nobody is perfect. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115106044483426725?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115106044483426725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115106044483426725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115106044483426725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115106044483426725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/06/keep-me-thinking.html' title='Keep me thinking.'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115064191168655436</id><published>2006-06-18T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T02:07:18.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetting all my stress, i just love her.</title><content type='html'>Right now waiting for myself to cool down. Just had a basketball session with the kids living in my neighbourhood. They are fun ppl and really thank them for playing with me, making me sweat and forget about all those unpleasant stuffs. Anyway, i did took a 2hour nap at lunch time and went over to my auntie's place for some chinese traditional tea ceremony. Lame eh. haha. Drink abit of wine there, its good! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy father's day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; thanks for giving me all the freedom i could ever get from you and your love to me. i love u dad. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is featuring my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;little cousin, ELEANOR LIM&lt;/span&gt;! Not gotta talk much cus have been very tired, and this headache and flu isn't gone yet. Feeling so sick now =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/zPhoto-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/zPhoto-0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken just before she leaves her home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/zPhoto-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 285px; height: 213px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/zPhoto-0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks eslewhere cause i ain't cute enough. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/zPhoto-0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/zPhoto-0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes saying "Hi" to you guys! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/zPhoto-0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/zPhoto-0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 "Hey, where's my stroller?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/zPhoto-0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/zPhoto-0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teeth are out soon, gotta bite something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/zPhoto-0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/zPhoto-0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          This is tasty! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/zPhoto-0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 180px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/zPhoto-0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like, " why are you taking my pic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/zPhoto-0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/zPhoto-0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Blurrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/Jiayu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/Jiayu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Just got outta bed, sexy eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/147178382_40e3b13c89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/147178382_40e3b13c89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Err, heehee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/147178798_a957296178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/147178798_a957296178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is cute, isn't it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/132007791_ccdba4cc8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/132007791_ccdba4cc8a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/147178700_a370a031b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/147178700_a370a031b7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A driver at the age of 6 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/141743031_340e728c72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/141743031_340e728c72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In her own world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/153984112_17469c2486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/153984112_17469c2486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny day! Warm smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it. Gotta sleep liao. bibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j0eL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/640/zPhoto-0021.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115064191168655436?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115064191168655436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115064191168655436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115064191168655436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115064191168655436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/06/forgetting-all-my-stress-i-just-love.html' title='Forgetting all my stress, i just love her.'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115059478713133659</id><published>2006-06-18T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T09:39:47.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little thoughts</title><content type='html'>Guess everything that i thought about, its just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, asked myself should i be in a relationship. And of course, what i want in my life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What it takes to lead a good life in future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have a good education. Being hardworking and diligent in whatever you do. Have a good conscience working things out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it isn't my nature to work consistently. But certainly have good brains to solve things easier than anyone does. I believe this is me. That makes me flunk all my daily work, and good grades for my exams and test. Dad talked to me about what i wanted in my future. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; dreams. To get into local university after serving NS. Actually there is a option for me to study aboard, in US. But its not i want. I don't want to leave my family and friends no matter what happens. They are so damn important to me. After schooling for 4 semesters, things didn't turn out the way i wanted it to be. My grades are dropping alot. Its good enough for me to pass, but its just below my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What it takes to be in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It needs time to nurture feelings for each other.  Needs money to spend on her, to make her feel enjoyable being with you. Certainly takes effort to care for a person, and making her know she's important to him. Nevertheless be prepared to get hurt anytime if it doesn't succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship for a guy who have left 1 year before wearing the ugly green uniform? haa.. It won't work out. Your girl will leave you, if the bonding isn't strong enough. She might just go out with someone else, because you don't have the time for her. All you girls out there, dun think that what i said isn't true, proof me wrong when you're in this situation, other guy caring for you when u misses ur boyfriend, and be there for you when you're hurted. what would you do? =) Seen lotsa cases, relationships robbed by the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa.. money is an issue also. Not the same old Joel anymore, who can spend without thinking. Right now have zero income, and still taking up driving, which cost a bomb. fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No money = no going out = very sian = no girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Formula made by myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring for someone is what im really good at. But accepting them into my life and getting hurt anytime like what i exprienced before isn't what i can handle. the time and effort to extingush the problem, its such a pain in the ass. For you guys who know me well, you know what happened and how hard i took to forget about it. Don't wish to mention it here because its no point talking about unpleasant past. Its entertaining but i just don't like to talk about it. haa. bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My life now: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently known someone who's so similar to me.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The previous post was about her)&lt;/span&gt; Started contacting each other and find out that although she doesn't have the ultimate looks that i wanted to be, she's certainly cute in her own ways. Hasn't really opened up to her. I mean its better to be friends first than rushing into a relationship. Somehow, she resembles Bingbing. Wild, cheerful, sweet, outgoing. I liked her not because she's like bingbing, or i wanna find a replacement. But its the kind of personality. I like this kinda girls for all i know. Maybe its just a crash, since we haven't know each other long enough, but i do care for her, as a friend or as someone important to me, its the same.&lt;br /&gt;Her dance is hot in clubs, she's outgoing and cares for friends alot. Just can't stop talking about her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the first conversation with her last night, around 5am. Waited for her to finish her business with some of her friends. Glad to hear she totally enjoyed her time last night. The conversation was kinda boring. I just couldn't make good jokes in english. i prefer talking in chinese, for casual talks because stupid and crazy stuffs just come outta my mouth. Was asking her to tell me more about herself, then she said there was a guy who was very sweet to her upon the first meeting and she really liked it. And tells me that she dunno what will happen in the near future. Guess this is a little hint from her, telling me its good to be friends and dun have high hopes on.. it.&lt;br /&gt;lol.. actually its also expected one la. a girl thats cute, why wouldn't guys to hit on her? Its was kinda depressed and i excused myself, went to bed. It was like 9am now, slept for like 2hours, with thoughts going round my mind. Maybe its just me thinking too much, like i always do, but i really didn't want to. Just wanna have a good rest. It didn't happen. At least she told her earlier so i won't fall deep for her. Falling for a girl in just few days? haha. its just me. Bingbing and me dated for only 3hours, and we lasted for 10months 22days. She dropped more than 1 hint, to make me think that i should not even try. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you should be able to get girls easily." yea, if this is the case i'd have tons of girlfriends by now. Its my nature to care for some1 but it isn't my nature to hit on girls. i might be rowdy, but im certainly not a bigtime playboy. haha. this is what comes to my mind, but i didn't tell her that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me:&lt;br /&gt;i believe every word that comes out from anyone's mouth has a meaning. To everything. You don't need to brag how much you cared for someone because its merely a thought. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just like to keep things to myself, unless necessary, i won't open myself to anyone. &lt;/span&gt;Have a thinking mature enough to let my girl go out with some other guy. Not that i don't care or won't be jealous. Its just things i don't wish to be made problem. Do anything you like, as long as you know your limits. This is good enough for me. Willing to sit down with her, talking out and solving problems between us. etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, thats about it. Another boring post. HaHa.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;j0eL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115059478713133659?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115059478713133659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115059478713133659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115059478713133659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115059478713133659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-thoughts.html' title='Little thoughts'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115036377772103800</id><published>2006-06-15T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T17:29:37.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People of the same kind do exist, i believe.</title><content type='html'>lOlx.. Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, just find it quite strange when i looked into this girl's profile. actually we're quite similar in lotsa ways. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt; we love to read, the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; school &lt;/span&gt;we study in, the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; music&lt;/span&gt; we listens, how we do our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;self intro&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; people who we wanna meet&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. just find it so strange, and so glad, there's someone actually thinks like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Found out more about her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent her a smiley in friendster and learnt that she actually have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;same surname&lt;/span&gt; as me eh. Such a small world. Like she said, its kinda fated. So without second thought, i gave her my hp number and MSN contact. Hey guys, its kinda rare for me to give someone my contacts can. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's more:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefly read her blog. It makes me thinks that we're similar. She &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;takes friendship seriously&lt;/span&gt;, in other words, wanna give the best outta what a friend can give. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make jokes in the public&lt;/span&gt;, its something quite fun and not many ppl like to embarrass themselves to make other laugh yea? You can ask&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; kailun&lt;/span&gt; how rowdy am i when im out with him. LMAO. Sentimental, sweet, cute, friendly girl here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this, i think she's also well-mannered. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, i think im gotta fall for her. LOL. its difficult to find some1 so similar to me. Some1 actually wanna meet aliens, we do share a common thought. Im not saying shes copying me or whatsoever, if i was to say it, it would be me copying her because im the one that thought that we are similar. haha. guess im crazy due to boreness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope cheryl is doing well, as well as yiyee in china. She's coming back next Friday! boohoO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115036377772103800?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115036377772103800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115036377772103800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115036377772103800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115036377772103800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/06/people-of-same-kind-do-exist-i-believe.html' title='People of the same kind do exist, i believe.'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-115017213731615836</id><published>2006-06-13T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:15:37.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares</title><content type='html'>Fuck, last nite slept at 12mn, woke up at 2am due to a nightmare. Fucking lame and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there nightmares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What i dreamt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sweet at first, until a scene where im sleeping in my bed. My cordless phone, which was just by my side was ringing. Being so tired after playing bball, i couldn't gather the strength to pick up the call. Then the phonecall got into a voicemail and it can be heard, as in hearing another party. It was a baby crying at a monotic and continuous sound. Of course it gives me goosebumps at first. Then my cell start ringing too. Thinking it was some prankcalls, i picked up the call on my cell wanting to scold the person, or to ask him what was that. To my surprise, my cell was low-batt and was switched off. FUCK. Nevermind that. What turns out worst was at the moment i saw my cell switched off on its own and i couldn't switch it on, a plump girl was sitting right beside my bed, in my face. She was holding a baby and smiling at me. OMG! but dunno why, my first reaction wasn't being frighten, but wanting to grab her and give her a good beating. HAHA. Seriously, after the anger comes the fear, then i woke up, sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't lying about not being afraid at first. I think this is just me, i hate people disturbing me when im sleeping. haha. No one does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah lao, this causes me to switch on my lights and keep my winamp running for the whole night. Has been such a long time since i have such frightening dream. Usually i'll have it when im taking my afternoon nap. Afternoon wasn't that scary afterall. And hearing the baby cry isn't the first time, from my impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE its convarting a message to me. Maybe she's pregnant. Whoever i dunno la. should me some1 i fuck be4 loh. haha. aiya, dunno la. it has been such a long time since i kiss another girl or doing the holy reunion of two souls. haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out now! guys, enjoying laughing at my stupid dream. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-115017213731615836?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/115017213731615836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=115017213731615836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115017213731615836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/115017213731615836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/06/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114989244991110893</id><published>2006-06-10T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T06:34:09.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common test are over!</title><content type='html'>Finally.. Usually, i'll study so hard for common test. But for my last year, i suddenly lost all motivation in studying. Kinda regret much as i know i won't do so well for it. But i think i simply can't help it. Just too lazy to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, Shiyuan questioned me. Do you have a objective in life? My thoughts were, of course i have! I want to find a good girlfriend, study hard, get into local University, get a degree, find a job, get married, have kids and it goes on and on. This was my objective, made crystal clear in my mind when i first gotten my O level results. Somehow, i was so kin working towards it, and somehow, i was drifted away after the impact i got from breaking up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now, i haven't got good results, or its not what i expected. Life in me isn't what i want. I know keep on whining doesn't change the reality, but i really need someone to listen to me. I can't put myself talking to someone because i don't want people to get worried. This is stupid, but i think i really can't live without a girlfriend. Im not getting enough love and support from my family. I need someone to be with me, and will not leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan told me my blog is all about complaining. Lol.. It isn't 100% true. Look at this post and you know whats complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114989244991110893?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114989244991110893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114989244991110893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114989244991110893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114989244991110893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/06/common-test-are-over.html' title='Common test are over!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114963534623343647</id><published>2006-06-07T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T07:09:06.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure/lost</title><content type='html'>Yea, its early in the morning, couldn't catch any sleep since i'll be having a test later. haa. good luck joel.! banzai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch on the topic, failure. Anyone ever thought about what failure is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expriencing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, i first exprience it at the age of tender 15. Not mentioning i did badly in my Secondary 2, i did extremely well for my 1st year of sec3, which causes me to repeat the entire year. If i remember correctly, i only passed one subject. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost of love when i was at 19years and 8 days old. It was the first time i felt this bitterness. Lost of appetite, like a living dead. It wasn't pain in my heart, i felt numb, even till now. Did i do something wrong? Am i doing unneccessary stuff to maintian the relationship? Is it my fault for her to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At that time, after collecting my report book.(For my sec3 exprience as mentioned above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fucking lost. Not knowing what im suppose to do when i grow up. Am i gotta be some slacker with no objectives, motives in life? &lt;&lt; this is what i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just part of my life i would like to mention to everyone. I'm not ashame of failing one year in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What matters most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that in order to do well or excel in something, putting in effort is a must.&lt;br /&gt;Taking failure or lost of love as a lesson, learning the bad feeling you'd get upon doing badly. Remember the sour feeling you have and tell yourself you won't want that feeling to come again. It works well. =) Everyone fails, just take it as a stepping stone to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some quotes from movie " NaNa Live Action"&lt;br /&gt;(Nana is an anime series, and was made a live movie. Something i liked. The music, band in the movie rocks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is a 2way-street. Compromising is needed. You can't always think about yourself."&lt;br /&gt;think about this. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is written without much editing. Just wanna post some thoughts as i look back and reflect on my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114963534623343647?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114963534623343647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114963534623343647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114963534623343647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114963534623343647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/06/failurelost.html' title='Failure/lost'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114909134052988894</id><published>2006-06-01T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:02:20.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lack of post.</title><content type='html'>lol~ sorry. will update after my exams. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114909134052988894?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114909134052988894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114909134052988894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114909134052988894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114909134052988894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/06/lack-of-post.html' title='lack of post.'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114840780945141093</id><published>2006-05-24T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T02:10:09.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>On last Sunday, I attended church. It was all fun and there was one thing that the pastor mentioned before he dismissed us from the service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stand in the faith of God, The movie, "The Da Vinci Code" is out, be prepared to be questioned by non-believers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seated down and thought abit on what he has said. It doesn't bother me in anyway because im not a fruitful christian. I might go hell some day because i sin too much and not confessing frequently. =x Anyway, i'd fuck anyone, anytime, real hard if he even ask me about questions on this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DON'T LIKE TO BE ASKED AND ANSWER EITHER. SO SHOO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Da Vinci Code' is nothing more than a fiction by Dan Brown. Shrouded by the erroneous 'facts' touted as the truth, the book/movie is a classic case of 'good writing comouflaging flawed information'. The book/movie has its own facts and believe, but as i said, its nothing more than a fiction. The only thing that is true in it are the organisations(Knights Templar, Priory of Sion, Pagan), artworks of Leonardo Da Vinci, documents, rituals and architecture. All these things that i mentioned exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questioning on Christian faith.&lt;br /&gt;This is one thing that doesn't bother me, just irritates me. Its a fiction! FFS. Why would people ask whether the facts in the fiction is true? If its really true, then catogorise as non-fiction. For me, anything might be true. You see it at a different view, you get different answers, just like asking whether chicken or egg exist first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Does Jesus has a wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Does documents on the sercets true or exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know. One thing that i know is, you can't possibly have 40 over different authors writing the same thing, and events actually predicted happened. Its the work of The Trinity i believe. Wonderful work of God, The Bible. I had not seen with my own eyes, as i am only 20 years old this year, all these events happened. I don't intend to find out either, because Joel is simply too lazy to do that. =( If i come across since chances to know by coincidence, i would want to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, to summarise this, please lah, the story is not a talking point of whether Christianity is fake or whatsoever. Just a excellent story, i must admit, of Dan Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view on this matter ends here. Hope my English is not too bad for you guys to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just my opinion and some informations that i got from mags)&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114840780945141093?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114840780945141093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114840780945141093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114840780945141093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114840780945141093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code.html' title='The Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114833249811115913</id><published>2006-05-23T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T05:26:45.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the bus</title><content type='html'>Hey, guys. Sorry for the lack of updates. =( Has been busy and don't really have the mood to blog much. Maybe this post will amuse you guys a little. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone has board buses that are real damn crowded. There are some things i wanna point out cus it really irritates me these few days when im so damn stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buses travelling in the morning(7+am) and evening(5+pm) are usually crowded. Please bear in mind to be considerate to other passengers by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving back to the rear of the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do not put your bags on empty seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about this, this morning on my waste to school, how do i put this, like so damn irritated. Firstly, when i reached the bus stop, saw the bus and intend to board it. As i was smoking half way thru, i threw my lighted ciggarette. Altho im not smoking local cigs, but it still expensive. haha.. Maybe i should quit smoking. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sorry, drifted off. Yea, was at the part i threw my cig. Flagged for the bus, looking for empty space to squeeze my tiny body in, but i didn't manage to find any space, so forget it, i stepped back. As the bus moved away from the bus stop, i saw there was so much empty space behind. Was so damn pissed!!! wah lao!!! at 7.45am still not on bus to clementi, im gotta be so damn late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFS, be fucking considerate to move behind, even if your girlfriend is sitting right in the middle or front of the bus, you don't need to stand beside her and hog others people way to move back. Leaving your girlfriend on the seat and you moving back doesn't mean it will spoil the relationship, or for some idiots who think he would be there if his girlfriend fall, please guess what finger im gotta point you.&lt;br /&gt;[_|_]&lt;br /&gt;If your girlfriend really falls from the seat, then find yourself a new girlfriend. You don't need someone as clumsy as her to be your girlfriend. This will be the most extreme case if you girlfriend really falls from a seat. And i can't really imagine how would a people fall from a seat in bus, unless the bus do an emergency brake, then every standing passenger would fall, altogether. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not all, i boarded the second bus, something much more interesting happened. As the bus moves on, people start to alight at their destination, and it was so lucky, there was an empty seat ( and i mean 1 whole seat). Waited for the passengers to alight before i sit down, and right after all those people got off the bus, there was 1 ugly, irritating, lorry-crashed face, stupid, short, and idiotic office lady sat down on that seat, right in the middle of the seat, which can seat 2 people. I think i will not comment on what comes across my mind and what kinda insults is gotta pour outta my mouth, leave it to your imagination. This is not it, she sat on the seat when there was so much people standing, and alighted at the next stop.&lt;br /&gt;.................................... ......................................... ................................ &lt;&lt; this is what comes to my mind. I didn't know it was so fun hogging seats in a crowded bus, making them pissed off, then getting off at the next bus stop. She must be a clever one, to irritate people in the most extreme way. I couldn't think of something much more irritating than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing, when you are planning to sit down, please sit down gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;Being tired and on my way back, i was spacing out on the bus seat, then suddenly i felt an impact from the seat and i bummed up and my Mp3 player fell on the floor(It was on my lap). Fucking fat bitch from Clementi Town Sec planting her emormous ass onto the seat right beside me. Please lah, even if you are holding lotsa books, please be considerate and sit down slowly, 1 second delay to the seat doesn't make your fat ass shag all the way to the ground. Can't imagine if my handphone drop as well. I think i'll poke needles onto her and make sure all her accumulated fats in her stomach and ass flow out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really can't wait to get my driving license. At least i can get to avoid the crowd on bus, sometimes (if gracious God let me have a car to drive). haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today, stay tune at this blog yeay, cus i had another interesting topic to talk about on the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, cya!&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114833249811115913?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114833249811115913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114833249811115913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114833249811115913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114833249811115913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-bus.html' title='On the bus'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114762949267885173</id><published>2006-05-15T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T01:58:12.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super suay week (today)</title><content type='html'>Mother's day, one of the most hated day of my life. The plan today is actually going to my granny's place for dinner, thats all. After i overheard granny is going to temple after dinner, i rejected the idea of celebrating mother's day with her. No point for me going down to Chinatown to meet them for dinner, then head back. My uncle prompted me with one question. "Why don't wanna celebrate mother's day with granny?" I simply answered: "She's not my mother."&lt;br /&gt;This is like so rude if i think back.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, at that moment, these came to my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't have a mother, so i don't celebrate mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;2. Waste my time going to chinatown to have dinner then accompany them to temple. for fuck.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't really wish to see anyone celebrating mother's day, cus im fucking jealous they having a mother.&lt;br /&gt;4. I hadn't celebrate mother's day for almost 10 fucking years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad didn't say anything to me today. i'm not sure whether he's angry or just feel there isn't a need to talk to me regarding this issue. But it certainly looks he doesn't give a damn. I don't give a damn either. I know im being childish, but fuck it. Curse the person who left me at such a young age, 9. I don't remember having any mother's day celebration in my life. I think i'll only celebrate it when i'm married with a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went movie with Zhiwei, watched Posiedon, or something that spells like that. Quite a nice movie, you guys should watch it. Went for dinner at mac, then accomapny zhiwei to YewTee Mrt, he sent Eileen home and i sent Sophia home. Didn't really chat much with Sophia on our way to her house. Theres some kinda barrier between her and me, this is what i feel. She's like quite "AngMoh", then i dare not talk much. haha, so lame of me. Quite awkward situation there. hahaha... nevermind this. I waited for fucking 1/2hour for Zhiwei to walk to Mrt. )(&amp;!@#*^&amp;amp;*%@#*&amp;(&amp;amp;$!@(#^@!*$%#@!*$*!@(#^@!%$!#*&amp;$^#!@*&amp;amp;^#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to sign out now, tml still got sch. Sorry for the 2 boring entries. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114762949267885173?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114762949267885173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114762949267885173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114762949267885173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114762949267885173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/05/super-suay-week-today.html' title='Super suay week (today)'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114762854829961423</id><published>2006-05-15T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T01:42:28.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super suay week</title><content type='html'>Ok, need to clarify something. I didn't kenna any birdshit, step on dog's poo, or fall into the drain. Just felt so sway this week. Apart from playing too much and didn't enjoy myself much, had some bro's prob and relationship prob. Not really prob la, but something that bothers me quite abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Yiyee thrice, 2 times sleeping and 1 time she's shopping. That night when she chatted with me on MSN, we talked about why i so sian, didn't go out on weekend. I hanged out too much and think i would like to stay home over the weekend. Do not wish to talk on what bothers me, cus it doesn't matter. Just a little bit of unhappiness in me, after hearing her saying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailun mentioned something in his blog about Siling. Makes me think lil. Not that i hate her, its just that i don't like the way she handles relationship, towards a friend, or a boyfriend. Not trying to judge her, but somehow, as a brother of Kailun, sometimes i feel hurted. If you wanna know my opinion, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If it doesn't work out, yea, you guys still can be friends. Make her happy while you don't get appreicate, its like so lame. What ppl always say: I love her, so as long as she's happy, i'll be happy too. Crapshit. Its not as if no ppl wants you loh, you make urself stuck in this kinda situation, see liao also pekcek. dunno la, ur business, u happy can liao. what u wanna do doesn't bother my life. If you don't wanna do something about this now, u'll feel the pain sometime later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently heard and read about ColinandKero blog. This is something normal, i feel. Its up for people to decide on what to do with their life. Loving boy, girl or animals. Don't be like a super sua ku lah, at this century, lets all be open minded. Abit of gaying makes a big fuss outta it. thx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114762854829961423?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114762854829961423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114762854829961423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114762854829961423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114762854829961423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/05/super-suay-week.html' title='Super suay week'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114729001744845822</id><published>2006-05-11T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T03:40:17.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>Hasn't really bothered me ever since i broke up with Yin Bing. After all these time, i hasn't been a wonderful lover, for all i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain some problems you faced when you are in a relationship, either BGR, BBR, GGR or even B/G AR(Body/Girl animal relationship).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Way of approached and being turned down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ppl, if your partner tells you they are out enjoying themselves, never ever let them know you are bored. Instead, tell them you have something to do also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Me   : Darling, wanna go out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her  : Hey baby, i'm out with my friends shopping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Me   : Oh ok, then i think i'll meet my buddies out for coffee. Enjoy urself. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her  : Ok, i contact u when i reach home k? love ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This will normally happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things will most likely happen another way if your approach/reaction is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Me   : Darling, wanna go out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her  : Hey baby, i'm out with my friends shopping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Me   : ok, enjoy urself. love ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At this point of time, she'll feel so guilty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her  : if u wan i can meet u after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Me   : Nah, its ok. u enjoy urself k? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The smiling face doesn't help)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her  : ok la.. i come meet u now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Me   : its really ok, u go enjoy ur shopping session, reach home then call me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She's even more guilty now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Her  : u always like that 1. hmph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then all the rubbish, unnecessary comes in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*fuc*k&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i learnt from my past relationship. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Have a good talk everytime problems arise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no such things as perfect relationship, for sure. Unless you're dating a Goddess like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Belldandy&lt;/span&gt;. haha. Have a good talk, do not constraint yourself for saying hurtful things, this doesn't meet you can say it purposely too. If there is a need to say such things, just say it, let her know how are you feeling deep down inside. Being honest to each other is more important than you think. After having a good chat, most like, your problems will be solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Do not fucking &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;commit everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Committing everything,  going all out, will make you being over-posessive. You will be at the losing end, and nobody likes it when someone cares for them too much. Being caring, loving her, you also need to be considerate. You can't expect her to be with you all the time. She has friends too, she need to do her own things, at her own time, her own pace. You'll also compare your love for her, and feel that she doesn't love you enough. Eh, wake up already. So what if she love her SO much, it doesn't make you have more money so you can get married earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mutual trust &lt;/span&gt;between each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This takes both party to commit themselves, having trust in each other. Just because my girlfriend going out with some other guys doesn't make her betray me, or stop loving me. please... If you don't even trust her, then break up, stop the pain you get everytime you guys are not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Don't ever forget your&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest thing to accompolish when you are in a relationship. It takes up too much time. But be sure, your girlfriend might not be the person you are gotta marry. But friend are always there when you need them(maybe for me.). So don't ever forget them, because they will be there to listen when you relationship gets bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Writing this post is so lame, but i can't help it. Haven't been going out alot since im playing too much, writing about the funs we have in game doesn't make this blog interesting. Anyway, i hope qiang will read this and same goes to anyone reading this. These pointers might be helpful to you. Not a love guru here, but hope it helps. Even a little. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114729001744845822?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114729001744845822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114729001744845822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114729001744845822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114729001744845822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/05/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114728756436987039</id><published>2006-05-11T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T02:59:24.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy lazy lazy</title><content type='html'>Joel is getting more and more lazy nowadays. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from playing too much, I had been skipping school alot for the past weeks.(altho lessons just started)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH.. i need to be more hardworking! Canot always play =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114728756436987039?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114728756436987039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114728756436987039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114728756436987039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114728756436987039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/05/lazy-lazy-lazy.html' title='Lazy lazy lazy'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114711492550536960</id><published>2006-05-09T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T03:02:05.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the age of almost 20.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday had a heartful talk with Shiyuan. There were some misunderstanding between us, about his work and the time he spent with us, neighbourhood friend. Noticed he changed alot, become more serious, and mature. Character and features hasn't change, but his understanding on us and view towards us changed termendously. Not to blame him for anything, but am just disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we ain't people without objective in life. Its just that we doesn't feel its necessary telling everyone, bragging about what we are gotta do in our future. People has different perspective. As for me, I want to enjoy life to the fullest at my spring of youth and do crazy things that i would remember until the age of 80. haa.. As for my future, its for me to know and for you guys to see for yourselves, on what i can do at the later part of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i had learnt, rumours do spread rapidly, misunderstandings do occur, badmouthing others happens all the time. There is absolutely NO way to prevent this from happening. So if anything happens, its best to have a cool chat with another party, to clarify things like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this few days, had been hanging out with ah qiang, weiliang, zhiwei, weimin, ah cheng, minliang, and all those in batok alot. Spent enjoyable time together, doing crazy things at times, playing alot. Now i had more good friends cum buddy in my life! which is good. heehee. But there is one thing bad, hasn't been studying much. Keep on playing Dota. haha. stupid ya? =P but i don't care, i wanna play as much as i can at this point of time, if not old liao then play, let ppl laugh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, this post is boring, i know. Just bear with it until happening events happen. haa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114711492550536960?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114711492550536960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114711492550536960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114711492550536960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114711492550536960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/05/at-age-of-almost-20.html' title='At the age of almost 20.'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114652084845574417</id><published>2006-05-02T05:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T06:00:48.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl</title><content type='html'>Although it has only been a year or so since we know each other,&lt;br /&gt;you had really left me a deep impression.&lt;br /&gt;Your looks,&lt;br /&gt;                  attitude,&lt;br /&gt;                                  character,&lt;br /&gt;                                                      craziness&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't find someone to be so loving, caring and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are cute when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;crazy when you laugh,&lt;br /&gt;and makes me roll on the floor laughing my ass off when you open your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/04/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday laopo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo ai ni =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/1600/Laopo%20n%20me..2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/Laopo%20n%20me..2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114652084845574417?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114652084845574417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114652084845574417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114652084845574417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114652084845574417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/05/girl.html' title='A girl'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114613543064804260</id><published>2006-04-27T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T19:26:21.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy day</title><content type='html'>Had been sleeping the whole day. Didn't really do much. I had so much to do, yet i chose to lie on bed than working on other things. Think its really too much. After having a straight 14hours sleep last night, today reached home at 12.30, slept at 1 and wake up now, with 1/2hour lunch interval.&lt;br /&gt;So to do some calculation, i slept for almost 20hours. Oh God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Being truthful to friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its good to be truthful to your friends. Especiallyto your close friends.&lt;br /&gt;These few days had been thinking about one problem. Compromising. Its not really a major problem in my life now, but think if its solved it'll be better, everyone will feel more comfortable, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;go heaven&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i had this buddy of mine, which i keep giving in to. Maybe only i felt this way, because my other friends don't really care about it ba. I mean from what i see is why are we keep compromising him and not him doing the same thing? No matter what, going for a meal, for tea, or outing. Whatever. If he doesn't feel like going, then he would reject us straightaway, 8 outta 10 times. I detest it everytime he rejects our idea. In the same way, when he suggest something, we would make it happen most of the time.. Its kinda annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Its right to reject your bro's idea, but if it get too often, it becomes irritating. Its also a habit for you already. I know we are bros, should be understanding. But the feeling i got from you telling us off is you have no commitment to us. You think for us to compromise is right, which is true to certain extend. Keep on telling us you need to study or something, hearing it once or twice, feel that you've changed, studious and mature. After tell us so many times, it makes me think either you're not commited or you have poor time management. I donoe which way it is, but i personally think you should change. We are bros, should open our opinion to each other. I feel that we are too close to tell each other off. Or i'm not use to telling you off. This is bothering me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to make this post lively, after making the post so dull and sad. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons started, kinda miss my old classmate. Have a lecturer like Zheng Zhi Wei(CD pro2) and a very guailan one, stare at people, giving attitude and acting like a big shot all the time. He's the only one talking about the disciplinary rules of NgeeAnn Polytechnic. Makes me laugh. Lets take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No long hair.&lt;br /&gt;2. Students should be properly attired.&lt;br /&gt;3. No smoking in campus.&lt;br /&gt;4. No slippers in campus.&lt;br /&gt;5. No Act of disturbance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH, of these 5 rules he mentioned, i broke 5 outta 5. Bullseye! HAHA. Ok, my hair is not considered very long, but if he mention that its of Sec Sch standard, mine's long. Wearing a basketball shorts with slippers for my lecture classes, this broke 2 laws at a time. Act of disturbance and no smoking in campus, never fail breaking this rule. LMAO. So lets take a look, i'll usually break 3 rules if i attend my practical sessions, and break all 5 if i'm attending lectures on Wednesdays. Oh my dear, this is bad. I guess i won't be able to get my dipolma next year because i break too much rules. =( Stupid rules and regulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, meeting ah Lun and long hand to makan, then go bball, nite time meeting zhiwei n qiang they all. Hope you guys can really know what they talk about, cause they can really make u laugh til you drop. haha. Till then, cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114613543064804260?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114613543064804260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114613543064804260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114613543064804260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114613543064804260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/04/sleepy-day.html' title='Sleepy day'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114595946495469478</id><published>2006-04-25T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:04:24.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ugly truth</title><content type='html'>After so long, after so much things happened, she didn't change. Even abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart was a little aching,&lt;br /&gt;feeling hasn't totally vanished,&lt;br /&gt;guess this is how the world works.&lt;br /&gt;Giving yourself all out,&lt;br /&gt;yet it'll turn out to be bad,&lt;br /&gt;not the way it suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone deeply,&lt;br /&gt;caring for her dearly,&lt;br /&gt;she can't cherish herself.&lt;br /&gt;Pray to God above:&lt;br /&gt;She'll learn when time comes,&lt;br /&gt;to protect herself,&lt;br /&gt;cherish herself,&lt;br /&gt;love herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trapped in my own memories.&lt;br /&gt;The pain in me hasn't healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, I once loved you, forever, you'll remain in my memories.&lt;br /&gt;To see you hurting yourself yet me being helpless, personally I think that I'm useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114595946495469478?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114595946495469478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114595946495469478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114595946495469478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114595946495469478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/04/ugly-truth.html' title='The ugly truth'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114573352632283060</id><published>2006-04-23T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T03:18:48.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday bro!</title><content type='html'>PTE Z.W. NG! ahaha!! happy bday bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its such a so damn memorable day for u, rite? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, ah zhao and i met, took bus to PS, find ah lun n jab. Was such a pain in the ass deciding what should we have for dinner, then we decide to go for a movie at Cathay(the newly opened cinema just beside Park Lane). Fish n co. caught my eyes and i suggested to dine in there. So after buying the ticket, we walked to the lift. Lun and i was talking about something, and i keep on pressing the "down" lift button. At first I thought the button was spoil because i kept pressing and the light won't turn on, then i asked Lun to check it out. Then he saw an lady(40+) pissed off, wanting to close the lift's down to proceed to her alighting level. We didn't notice actually there was a lift waiting for us at the extreme right end. HAHA. *oops*&lt;br /&gt;we were at the fifth level and she wanted to alight at the 4th level(the lift was going down). So we went into the lift and after she get outta the lift, Lun and me burst into laughter. HAHA. SO STUPID CAN, SHE FUCKING WAITED APPOX. 3MINUTES FOR THE LIFT TO GO DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceed to fish n co. to makan. We sat right in front of the live band, and its was quite bad. too noisy, we can't hear each other clearly. lol.. While waiting for food, the restaurant suddenly blackout! Oh my dear. Bad service from the waitress, black out, gave us a seat right in front of the live band. This is the worst birthday dinner, i thought.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Jab and i went out for a puff and felt its like so wrong not to buy a cake for ah zhao, then we decided and bought a piece of cake at Han's. After that, handsome me brought the cake in and wished ah zhao happy bday. so sweet of me. =) At that moment, the live band had just finished a song. As we're sitting right in front of them, they asked who is the bday boy. Without any hestitation, we all pointed at ah zhao. Lun pointed most vigrously. haha. So after the live band wished him happy birthday, the guitarist invited Lun to go up the stage to sing birthday song for ah zhao. oh my dear oh my dear. damn funny sia. haha.! that idiot trying so hard to make ah zhao embarrassed by pointing at him vigorously, but in the end, he made himself in trouble, going up the stage to sing a birthday song. Was so gay when he gave the birthday wish to zhaowei, saying " I love you" instead of "have a blessed year ahead of ya" or something else. LOL. Anyway, i'll upload the video clip of lun singing a bday song for ah zhao on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhaowei, our bro, really gave you a wonderful birthday celebration. Come to think about it, none of my birthday was so dramatic. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing much for today, woke up at 5pm cus last night drank with them(Lun, zhao, jab).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay! i called yiyee today! so happy to hear her voice, listen to her problem. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, tml need to go church =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114573352632283060?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114573352632283060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114573352632283060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114573352632283060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114573352632283060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-bro.html' title='Happy birthday bro!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114573195644028657</id><published>2006-04-23T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T02:52:36.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, my friend</title><content type='html'>This post is to commemorate one ofmy buddy's friend, who had just passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altho we don't really know each other, or just to say, we are acquaintance, but its really sad to see u leaving us. Personally, i think that it might be a blessing for you to leave all ur pains behind. But to loose a friend, its really hard to accept it. They seen u struggle in the ICU and were touched. At least u keep on fighting, not willing to give up. Willy, everyone misses you. May God guide your soul. You will be in our memories forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;My Condolences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**PS: Do not make joke on this. I am fucking serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114573195644028657?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114573195644028657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114573195644028657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114573195644028657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114573195644028657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/04/goodbye-my-friend.html' title='Goodbye, my friend'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114548101654852316</id><published>2006-04-20T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T05:10:16.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing her..</title><content type='html'>Boring day. Just keep on thinking about sad things. Suddenly have the urge to see her, but too bad she's in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pissed off!&lt;/span&gt; When i was taking my nap this afternoon she came on MSN and msg me. As i was sleeping, i did not reply. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when she left, she's still thinking of the guy she admired in her Secondary school days. Not trying to put any blame on her for doing this to me, cus i have no right. Just felt that the guy was real lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not very pretty, quite sweet looking. Has a kind heart, quiet, soft spoken and frail. The girl whom you want to marry. A perfect wife. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i wait for her? Why am i not wooing other girls when i know its like so impossible for us to be together? Its so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114548101654852316?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114548101654852316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114548101654852316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114548101654852316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114548101654852316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/04/missing-her.html' title='Missing her..'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114544078051675083</id><published>2006-04-19T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:16:00.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bi blah bloh.</title><content type='html'>Aiyo.. Another boring day at home. Money saving plan is working well so far. haha. Currently am wide awake. Just woke up fromy my afternoon nap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to quit smoking now. Real hard.. Last night went for teh with ah lun, edwin and eric. At prata shop, saw qiang, zhiwei and weiliang. Was kinda sad they didn't ask me out to la teh. =( Anyway, it doesn't matter. I stayed with them after ah lun they all left. Until 5am. haha.. Zhiwei is going army soon! Next Friday. Oh My Dear!.. All my friends going army le, kinda sad to see them sacifice 2 years to Singapore. Just feel that NS is a waste of time, effort and youth. yea, altho it makes you mature, teaches you the ugly truth of the working society and makes you fit, but i really think studying or working is much more important here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In last night conversation with Qiang, zhiwei and liang, discussed about the "yuanchoon smoking" issue. From their point of view, they are utterly disappointed when they learnt about the ugly truth, yuanchoon smoking. For me, i had a little disappointment too. hey guys, but people really have their right to choose whether what they want to do or not. Somemore qiang, zhiwei and me are smokers too, we really don't have the right to be say " We are so damn disappointed". haha.. But there is one reason we can be, we are hooked up, and don't have the willpower to quit it. Just forget it loh, she also give kinda lame reasons la, saying to relieve stress. For me, i think smoking doesn't relief and stress in anyway. Just that when you smoke, you have 5minutes time to cool yourself down, and think about anything in that 5 mins. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, qiang didn't call me today as he was supposed to. and i was suppose to accompany him to NUH to do some blood donation for Willy. Think i know Willy in some way or another, but i didn't visit him till now. Just pray he'll be fine. God, please reach your healing hand upon him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to play game and after that play bball! btw, i won a champion's league bet last nite. So happy and zealous to receive my prize. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care ppl! bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114544078051675083?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114544078051675083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114544078051675083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114544078051675083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114544078051675083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/04/bi-blah-bloh.html' title='bi blah bloh.'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114535331512379424</id><published>2006-04-18T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T17:41:55.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Getting real tanned now, skin starting to peel off due to sunburnt, i think. haha. Had my driving lesson today, learnt to use everything except for the accerlator pedal. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, had 2 mahjong sessions with my wife, ah pui, and 2 bros, Jabian n Kailun. Really thank them for accomapnying me over the weekend, altho they are not very happy(cus i win abit of their money, hehe). No lah, they don't become upset because of such little amount. lolx.. This week really spend very little, and made ah Lun treat me prata! ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting to update leh. just post for fun. hmm.. wait for next post ba, may be more interesting cus ah zhao's bday is round the corner! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114535331512379424?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114535331512379424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114535331512379424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114535331512379424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114535331512379424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/04/boring-tuesday.html' title='Boring Tuesday'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114491651443783176</id><published>2006-04-13T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:21:54.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About yesterday</title><content type='html'>Last nite was really real tired to blog properly. I think its in a mess. Anyway, this post is an add on to what i did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we went Sentosa and went for a basketball session after that. Nothing much happened, but there are sure some funny"popups" here and there. haha. I actually told Edwin i enjoyed going out with him and Eric, this trico. because if Eric happen to bully me, Edwin will do the same thing to Eric as what he had done to me. i just love Edwin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i thought alot when i woke up due to hunger at 5am. I messed up my life. Seldom being so fianancally unstable. Now without a job, without cash, and lastly, im getting my licence. How am i gotta survive this 4 months? It will be so damn difficult. Wanna get myself a girlfriend, but it fucking cost too. ahh. sad. lol.. anyway, this isn't the time for me to think about a girlfriend or enjoyment. Just need to relax abit, think about my near future.&lt;br /&gt;ALL I WANNA DO IS TO LAZE OF MY ARSE. i don't wanna do anything. Dad, support me please. hahaa.. Its like so impossible. Dad just care about sis, at least in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. Derrick talked to me in the morning. He really made me ROFLMAO. Talked to me about the JC guy who said poly students are childish and kiddy. First thing came to my mind was, " Is that guy referring to Derrick only?" haha. this is kinda mean, but i don't care. Somemore it was posted in Maple forum. Oh my dear, if he's really that mature, then he should be playing Maple. Play some other game that can make your mind work. Like USDA or DotA. zzzzz..... Seriously, this issue doesn't matter to me because erm.. like i care about what he say. But seriously, i advice some of my classmate to think about their own actions, what they did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring day, signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114491651443783176?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114491651443783176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114491651443783176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114491651443783176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114491651443783176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/04/about-yesterday.html' title='About yesterday'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114485992595492695</id><published>2006-04-13T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:39:12.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected events</title><content type='html'>Its not in my plan. For what i did today. haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8.09am, played game,  then Edwin called. "Joel, lets go Sentosa!". haha.. i was so reluctant, but i agreed in the end, cus he's gotta pay for my entrance, $3, haha.. Cheapo me.. These few days was so broke, i didn't even think of stepping outta my house. Now my cash on hand is just $5.25. haii... poor lil joel..&lt;br /&gt;( Really spent alot these two weeks, all on my car licence. $20 for TP, $5.25 for renewal of account, $25 for PDL, $30 for instructor enrolment fee, $36 for first practical lesson which i didn't get to drive. It totals up to an amount of $116.25, somemore im jobless now. how am i gotta survive..! Kami-sama help me please! *prays*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from these crap, i meant Edwin and Eric at 11.15am, set off to HarbourFront via train and ate Chicken rice at the habourFront market, it sucked =( Waste of my $2.50. Don't mind me, just being so damn stingy and calculative these few days. haa.. Wish i was this way when i have money in my pocket. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tan of cuz, saw the Roxy bikini girl, kinda interested in her, but we didn't approach her. haha. At that moment, i thought of Yiyee, which made me more sad. Hasn't been seeing her. Is she alright in China? Did her boss bully her? Ahh.. so much eh..&lt;br /&gt;We tanned till 4.30pm, then went back to habourfront and had our dinner. Straight after we reach home, got changed and went down to 308 court to have some wonderful and challenging basketball games with my kakis. haha. Deproved alot, but still can bearly make it =P Now am beatdead and wanna go to bed already. RofL.. forget it, this is how my day goes. I planned to sleep at home all day, but it turned out to be an exciting and tiring day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll blog more about today. perhaps tml eh? tired, go slp le, bibi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114485992595492695?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114485992595492695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114485992595492695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114485992595492695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114485992595492695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/04/unexpected-events.html' title='Unexpected events'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114464913131504119</id><published>2006-04-10T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:50:07.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad luck this week.</title><content type='html'>Haa.. This is so stupid, first lesson was all on theory -.- All i did was sitting at the passenger seat, listening to his music and watching him drive, and that alone cost 66bucks. AHHHHHH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought alot last nite, really alot of things.. Things like i mistaken my school lesson starts on 17th April, when its on 24th April. Miss her alot, it has been so long since we last seen each other. Don't know how is she doing in China. Is this love? Or do i treat her as a good friend. I think this way cuz i still think i love bingbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is so strange. When you love a person, you love her everything, her weakness, her strength, her attitude altho its bad, her looks even she isn't the most pretty and gorgeous girl on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Why do i still love her, or even miss her? The pain she gave me is still in my heart, as if the knife hasn't been removed from it, bleeding profusely. Oh, i forgot. It wasn't pain. It is numb now. Or to say, it had been numb ever since i learnt about the ugly truth. Guess this is the punishment after playing so many girls. =( im just a sinner. haa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just played game the whole day, done nothing much also. had a heartily chat with Liying, and i think thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care ppl, good nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114464913131504119?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114464913131504119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114464913131504119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114464913131504119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114464913131504119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/04/bad-luck-this-week.html' title='Bad luck this week.'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114460934905522690</id><published>2006-04-10T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T03:02:29.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless...</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHH! SOMEONE HELP ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.. im jobless now. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, this happened. Actually, on Saturday, I gave Elly my schedule. She told me it will be the last schedule before she goes to HongKong. I thought since she's planning the schedule, then it would be a relief. Surely get all my shifts swee swee. NNB, but it happened to be Suaimi the one planning the schedule. At that moment, I reckon he will give me good schedule since its my last week working. But it turned out to be shit, my working shift i mean. Oh my dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, he asked me whether i can commit my shift or not, since i stated to work from Tuesday to Sunday. Of course i said it would be cool, since its my last week working, will not sabotage the shifts. Still ask me "CONFIRM ANOT?!". kuku pantad naden. Don't trust me just tell me in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now this is something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;WALKED AWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at the schedule, i was stunned and lost in my own thought. I was like"wtf?" , why do i have such lousy shifts, where else Omar's, Joyce, Erica and even stupid Okegar got nice shifts. Was so fucking pissed off can, what i do wrong sia. I did not sabo shift this month, somemore i helped them to cover shortage. This isn't how you treat one when he's good to u. Morons just don't understand who treats them best. =( i even talked to Kenneth about it, he say don't think they are pinpointing me, so i asked him how i should i think if this isn't it, he just said forget it, cancel all my shift. HAHAHA. so LAME. i lost in words, or to say i don't wanna say anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to go home, since i was hungry and tired, just like the matchstick girl. haha.. *Puke* Its not my lost anyway. I believed i had always give all out when it comes to working, unlike some of my other collegues, whom i don't wanna mention if not my blood will be boiling at 861239875983648327462398 degrees calcius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, feeling so sad about it. Sad and actually a litlle bit regret. =( Regretted walking away just like that. Eric told me, "Since you came in as a good worker, leave as a good worker."&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. i fucking spoil my reputation as a good worker, this is what makes me sad, =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Elly, ibrahim and all those working today: hey guys, sorry, made you have shortage of staff, i know you guys know about the problem. i can't help it. =( sorry.. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day =) Starting my first driving lessons, so excited. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, Joel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114460934905522690?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114460934905522690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114460934905522690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114460934905522690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114460934905522690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/04/jobless.html' title='Jobless...'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114391824839504641</id><published>2006-04-02T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T03:04:28.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring week</title><content type='html'>Didn't really have much time to blog, or don't really have something happening to blog about. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a recap on what i did today. Slept the whole day, at night, actually wanna go for dinner at my granny's place, but i happened to walk past the basketball court, just them for a game or two. lol.. lame eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kailun&lt;/span&gt; that idiot injured his right eye while playing basketball, not sure about the details or sequences of what really happened but i know that surely hurts =P&lt;br /&gt;haa.. He's claiming he's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;damn sway&lt;/span&gt; this few days, not really know what happened, but if he thinks he's sway, i'll choose to believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the past 1 week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much tho, as mentioned on above. Working alot this week, trying to earn more cash to get my car lessons. haii. Why am i not in a rich family, why my family doesn't have a car, why doesn't my family wanna sponsor me on my driving lessons? There's so much "why" that i can't get answers. Guess this is how &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; wanna make me grow. by learning from the problems i faced. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My working week&lt;/span&gt; was damn busy. Sailors sto&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;ped by in Singapore, so it got busy, even on weekdays, thank God they are going back tml. HAHA FUCK OFF RICHASS!&lt;br /&gt;Actually i shouldn't be scolding them, they contributed alot to our sales and tips. hee.. Talking about work, on Wednesday while working with Eric, i cracked. To the max. Don't wanna get into details, but it surely makes us turn away from each other. I can tolerate he talk, or even make fun of me, but there is a limit to everything, make sure he don't go over it. Purposely don't wanna talk to me, still try to backstab me. nnb..! sibei tulan. aiya, but its over la, i don't like to have overnight quarrels. If he wants to talk to me, i'll be cool enough to reply him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; went&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MoS&lt;/span&gt; with my collegues, saw Adil there, haha, such coincidence. or whatever it is. Really had fun, drink quite abit, fun dancing with those phillipinos, they are so cute. Too bad they are going back liao =( think still will contact them ba. good friends, nice ppl to work with, and last of all, funny ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiyee went to china for overseas attachment le, kinda miss her, even its only 1 week since we last met, but when i come to think about it, i won't be able to see her for the next 3 months. fooook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess too long didn't blog, now abit headache. so many things to say, hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK, JUST NOW, OR TO SAY, LAST NITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went over Kailun's place with zhaowei, we makan potato chip n slack at his place, was quite fun playing his PS2, and talk alot, haha. When you are with them, u think about nothing but fun and being comfortable. Stupid idiotic bros of my life. HAHA, u guys blows..! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good nite ppl,&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114391824839504641?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114391824839504641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114391824839504641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114391824839504641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114391824839504641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/04/boring-week.html' title='Boring week'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24858633.post-114349770427004957</id><published>2006-03-28T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T06:15:48.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woot! first post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ok.. it has been such a long period of time since i last blogged. haha..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. so how do i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ah forget it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After looking at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;zhao&lt;/span&gt;'s and&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; lun&lt;/span&gt;'s blog, i decide to blog again. haha. guess it so lame. but seriously, blogging really let me pour out my feeling, from my past expriences. lame eh? i think so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(seriously, i have no idea what should i write on my first entry. just wanna start something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hasn't done much today, just sleeping thru the whole day, at night, went for dinner at my granny's place, then went to meet qiang, zhiwei, weiliang for tea. teh until about 1+, sent yuanchoon back home, then headed back home. kinda boring tho. Came home chat with yi yee for abit, found out that she actually still like the guy that she knew when she was in secondary school. That guy is currently studying in England. Felt a little down when i popped the question, asking her whether she still likes him, or has she forgotten him. Guess i did not put in enough. effort courting her eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*BREAKS MY HEART!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; *AAAAAAHHHHHHH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24858633-114349770427004957?l=sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/feeds/114349770427004957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24858633&amp;postID=114349770427004957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114349770427004957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24858633/posts/default/114349770427004957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameoldmejoel.blogspot.com/2006/03/woot-first-post.html' title='woot! first post!!'/><author><name>Joel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08534847802100093761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/2585/320/_%2823%29.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
