<?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-8689645582446940881</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:35:13.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm looking for my purpose</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-4291110282151493665</id><published>2008-02-12T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:29:15.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came across this: "28 things girls should know"&lt;br /&gt;and wanted to share it XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys hate sluts even though they have sex with them!&lt;br /&gt;(oh  yeah..you're not "popular" if you've slept with more than 6 guys..you're a  HOE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to  sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care  about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys will do  anything just to get you to notice him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys hate it when you talk  about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Boyfriends need to be  reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Don't talk about your guy  friends to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys  are more emotional than they'd like people to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Giving a guy a  hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him  jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And  he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to  figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys are good flatterers when courting but they  usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A usual  act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys  love you more than you love them if they are serious in  your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a  girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it  for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys seek for advice  from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's  confused, then we're all confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy asks you to leave  him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to  me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't  happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If  your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're  with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy  tells you that you are beautiful, don't say you aren't. It makes them want  to stop telling you because they don't want you to disagree with  them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's  definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys don't like girls who  punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--A guy has more problems than you  can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Don't be a snob. Guys can  be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys talk about girls more  than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys hate rejection, but they  hate being led on even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--If you are going to reject a  guy, just do it. Don't say they are like a brother or just good friends,  it just hurts even more. Tell them that you aren't interested in a  relationship and they will respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Guys really think that girls  are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing  but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--When a guy sacrifices his  sleep and health just to be with you, he really likes you and wants to be  with you as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-4291110282151493665?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4291110282151493665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=4291110282151493665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/4291110282151493665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/4291110282151493665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-came-across-this-28-things-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-2728884852459103100</id><published>2008-01-13T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:31:19.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow..</title><content type='html'>LoL looking back at the last post i really did seem suicidal XP&lt;br /&gt;sorry for any misconception caused XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i'm always in search of company.. i wonder why? Most of the time i feel quite alone? XD&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm i'm wondering why i'm even typing all these down in this dead blog as they come into my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, seeing as to how my years of life went by, there weren't no celebration for a decade now.&lt;br /&gt;XD that date is so overshadowed by all the other &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;events. No sarcasm here. I mean, they are really big events for one and all isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's... Chinese New Year... XD Makes it easy for everyone to just miss it i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even mind if they do. Seriously ^^ But what i hate the most probably is my cowardice, or in a better way - how considerate I am-, I'm not afraid to ask for what i want. I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just whenever it comes to this time of the year i tend to be a lil' crestfallen. ^^ what happened in recent years only served to make it worse i guess lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between these days i only ask for some remembering and some sercurity found in company. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bros should know that i keep complaining about them not doing much with me last year. XD actually i'm rather satisfied. I just didn't want to seem too contented XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a rocky ride in life since we entered poly but i'm glad we still stuck together even in disagreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had only one of those this year, it would be that no matter what storm looms ahead we will endure them and tough it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird how someone would blog in broad daylight but i'm ending this post here and now XD&lt;br /&gt;rsuhing for my KFC lunch! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-2728884852459103100?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/2728884852459103100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=2728884852459103100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/2728884852459103100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/2728884852459103100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow.html' title='Wow..'/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-2483211643635161400</id><published>2008-01-04T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:23:15.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to this blog i guess... 'ave been wanting to update this for a long long while. Just never got down to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened, I guess you could say it shook me up and brought me back to whom I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed a lot of things. Missed Her, Missed the camp, Missed the chance to go overseas, Missed my class gathering.. and a whole bunch of other misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I missed the most is the atmosphere of my family before my brother was diagnosed with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its crumbling apart.&lt;br /&gt;The Locks Have Keys&lt;br /&gt;The Blades Are Blind&lt;br /&gt;The Fear Is Mortal&lt;br /&gt;The End Unseen&lt;br /&gt;The Dawn's Far&lt;br /&gt;The Night's Deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unknown and uncertainty keeps my heart awake.&lt;br /&gt;The raging seas and falling rain seethes slowly in.&lt;br /&gt;My wall is crumbling apart.&lt;br /&gt;Opened.&lt;br /&gt;Unprotected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never got to be a child my age.&lt;br /&gt;And never will be.&lt;br /&gt;Forced Thinking&lt;br /&gt;Coerced Maturity&lt;br /&gt;Imposed Selflessness&lt;br /&gt;Exposed Selfishness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the me I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;But who is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This babbling is getting old.&lt;br /&gt;The fear is getting dull.&lt;br /&gt;Thy emotion got rusty&lt;br /&gt;End It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is a normal family and childhood.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is affirmation and a hug.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is not meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-2483211643635161400?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/2483211643635161400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=2483211643635161400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/2483211643635161400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/2483211643635161400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-this-blog-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-710675547256684486</id><published>2007-10-09T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:26:35.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>^^ My first worry free day in quite sometime ^^&lt;br /&gt;The beach and the sun took away all my worries!&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful nakama of mine really perked me up today! catching crabs, prawn, playing frizbee, burying me (o.o)||| and its just fun XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the guys got crazy over the rubix cube! XP we were like nuts over how leonard solved the cube in under two minutes XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt from him and i manage to master the ways to solve the first two layers but i cant understand the logic and steps for the third xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics to come REAL soon! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-710675547256684486?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/710675547256684486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=710675547256684486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/710675547256684486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/710675547256684486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-worry-free-day-in-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-8606885199324009625</id><published>2007-09-30T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:54:02.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haaa!! back from my camp ytd xD I slept like a log from 1pm to 9pm and then from 1am to 9am xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was fun and we had rather intense training on monday, but the rest of the days were rather slack... a lil disappointed actually. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the BIGGEST disappointment was the late arrival of the &lt;em&gt;bogu&lt;/em&gt;... sighs... and i though i can avoid the smelly &lt;em&gt;kote&lt;/em&gt; from the club bogu.. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well camp was fun and fun and FUN!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing i missed out on... FFA.. we didn't have it in this camp. I hope we have it soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-8606885199324009625?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/8606885199324009625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=8606885199324009625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/8606885199324009625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/8606885199324009625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/09/haaa-back-from-my-camp-ytd-xd-i-slept.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-3655231304000385840</id><published>2007-09-24T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:29:57.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a while since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;I have such mixed feeling right now I dunno how to put it across. I had a tiff with her and it's been bothering me a lot. Hopefully it doesn't affect my training camp tmr (25/09/07~29/09/07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like.. I don't really know what life means for me anymore... its not the tiff that made me feel this way.. when you look at it, death is all that awaits us in the end, the life is only such a small period in the infinite universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its up to you how you fill up your life, but for us modern people, we spend it studying about 1/4 of our lifes. I want to do more and more, so much more, but it seems that i'm bounded by restrictions. There's so many things I wanna do, so many experiences I've yet  to have, so many so many other stuffs.  But i can't do them all *a sad smile*. I can only try my best, to fulfill each one of them, slowly, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna leave my mark, in the time and space where i've ever existed, so as not to be forgotten by either man or the continuum alike. ^^ but the fact i choose this road in my life, i've not regretted, even though i cant have all i wished, i got more then what i wanted. Company, friends, experiences i'd never thought i tried, and meeting her. Sitting together playing a simple but silly game of Quao, sitting down together playing dota together, squash, basketball, Eric's house ^^, If i'm not following this road down my life, i'd think i'll regret it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though i'm upset with one matter right now, this post will remind me, there are so many other things to be glad about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my family, friends and myself.&lt;br /&gt;I love my life ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-3655231304000385840?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/3655231304000385840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=3655231304000385840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/3655231304000385840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/3655231304000385840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-while-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-3937037029587256498</id><published>2007-09-16T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:59:56.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been compiling my thoughts xD but since they are this short I'll post them all in one xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/9/07&lt;br /&gt;The class chalet has been fun ^^ there was a lot of interaction between our class members and its finally feeling like a class for the first time in two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get over some emotional matters during the chalet though.. i've been thinking.. am i just.. an object?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;13/0/07&lt;br /&gt;LoL i don think anyone reads this xD but i'll just continue to put my thoughts here. Naomi seemed rather cold towards me lately... maybe because i'm acting the way i am. But i just can't help but feel a twang of inferiority when ever she mentions  sasori..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;15/09/07&lt;br /&gt;^^ fun day. I went to visit Waseda Shibuya Senior High School ^^ It was loads of fun and cute girls there, too bad for me they're too young xD kidding XP. but well i ran out of time just as i was about to try on the Jap high school uniforms );  ah well.. got to learn a lil more about jap culture. I'm contented^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-3937037029587256498?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/3937037029587256498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=3937037029587256498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/3937037029587256498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/3937037029587256498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/09/sorry-ive-been-compiling-my-thoughts-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-1984440447734987698</id><published>2007-09-10T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:24:56.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>^^ My holidays up till now hasn't been too bad xD.. well except maybe for last night...&lt;br /&gt;i din know how to be my normal self in front of sasori227 (In a game called TNR) or what ever the number behind is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sort of belittled and compared... zzz i don quite know why i said all the things i said to naomi.. perhaps to make her jealous or something.. i just don wanna be compared.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-1984440447734987698?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/1984440447734987698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=1984440447734987698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/1984440447734987698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/1984440447734987698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-holidays-up-till-now-hasnt-been-too.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-9175528644074980229</id><published>2007-09-04T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:23:28.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>^^&lt;br /&gt;My holidays started yesterday officially but I can't seem to find any job at fits my schedule.. that sucks, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, so as to keep myself from getting bored on the days I have nothing on, I decided to go back to learn drawing manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ i started drawing while i was like 12? but i dropped it rather hastily xD I'm picking up interest again somehow ^^ so yea hope my holidays are somehow fruitful =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-9175528644074980229?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/9175528644074980229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=9175528644074980229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/9175528644074980229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/9175528644074980229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-holidays-started-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-4266021167028601904</id><published>2007-08-31T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:54:59.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtbtV1OR1-c/RtgwijbLGVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/743KiaLCzBQ/s1600-h/13371295Vampire-1+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtbtV1OR1-c/RtgwijbLGVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/743KiaLCzBQ/s400/13371295Vampire-1+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104883547807357266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ YEA EXAMX ARE OVER!!!! THIS WRRRAKSS!! hahaxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm been playing this game ..&lt;br /&gt;a text based ninja game and i meet a really nice girl there hahaxx.&lt;br /&gt;she's called naomi. ^^ really hyperactive and nice and always jumping around. i think i like her you know *blushes* ^_^&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing about me and her ois that i'm able to almost see what's doing sometime..&lt;br /&gt;for example..&lt;br /&gt;she went to do laundry and i had an image of her doing it? co-incidence??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw her carrying a pink basket bare footed in her back yard in japan hanging up her clothes..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say: so what? i say: everything is exactly correct down to her hair cut that i mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats next? i have been hunching on her height for a few days but i always seem to come back and look at the number 167cm.. i told her that and guess what? she is exactly 167cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ hahaxx too many co-incidences huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave it to the future to tell me that. right now, i am enjoying being around her. tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-4266021167028601904?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4266021167028601904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=4266021167028601904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/4266021167028601904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/4266021167028601904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/08/photo-sharing-and-video-hosting-at.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JtbtV1OR1-c/RtgwijbLGVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/743KiaLCzBQ/s72-c/13371295Vampire-1+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-1374311692697156859</id><published>2007-08-21T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:52:57.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This few days has been a notes disaster!!! notes all over the place and Mac has been ravaged and overturned by me till the wee hours of dawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH FEAR ME NOTES!!! I"LL MEMORISE YOU IN SECONDS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- headache sia... i know i can only study at the last minute... but today is especially stressful... MBT to memorise... haiz... too much notes for my brain to "eat"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gtg back to study! Press on soldiers the war has only just begun! 5 more waves till we are home free! decimate them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for those with extreme retardness or those who's pentium is only 0.5 --- i just mean "keep working")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-1374311692697156859?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/1374311692697156859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=1374311692697156859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/1374311692697156859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/1374311692697156859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-few-days-has-been-notes-disaster.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-7562822266585863686</id><published>2007-08-18T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:50:54.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waaa been gyming quite often the past few weeks, and from ytd's workout i cant even move my legs properly... its like i will fall after every single step... i guess 120kg is too heavy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting very frustrated at Odex... using legal but unethical method to get cash... money grubbers...  damned... i'll miss watching my animes... and i'll NEVER EVER BUY FROM ODEX. Lousy quality and charges us like a loan shark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. that aside... i haven't touch my notes yet... T_T... better start studying... haiz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-7562822266585863686?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7562822266585863686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=7562822266585863686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/7562822266585863686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/7562822266585863686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/08/waaa-been-gyming-quite-often-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-7232887215302199361</id><published>2007-08-10T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T01:25:54.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!!!!! XD Yikes! I am 1hour and 3 minutes too late to say that! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to see fireworks with suresh and the rest of the kendo peeps but only a few from my batch go... or rather put it this way, only alina eunice and me went for my batch... =.= a bit sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so we were to meet at 430 but guess what.. Mk is late by 2 whole hours and we waited like dumb dumbs.. yea most us had our moods messed up for the evening den din really wanted to see the fireworks anymore. but still we went for it and had a hard time looking for a place to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place we stood can't really see the fire works well and we kinda still had our foul mood on but when the real event started, while i dunno about others, mine lit up instantly XD to see so many people going "wow" *screams* ~hooray~ at the fireworks... i really can't deny the feeling of the united celebration even if it is just a brief few hours every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also though i don't dislike taking fireworks pics, i don't really find much sense in them either.&lt;br /&gt;They are works of emotions and creativity meant to be experienced in the wholeness and live. not in separated pics of individual explosion of brilliant stars... pics are but fragments of a dream of the creator XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if one really wants to record the memory and put it into history, i'd say a recording... but no way will it be as satisfactory as the real deal, the way its really opens up your heart and light up your face as well as your fellow people &gt;_&lt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ its just the time spent watching main event with my &lt;em&gt;nakama&lt;/em&gt; and seeing/hearing the awe and happiness from the crowd that made my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, Happy birthday singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next year then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-7232887215302199361?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7232887215302199361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=7232887215302199361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/7232887215302199361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/7232887215302199361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-national-day-xd-yikes-i-am-1hour.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-3368254607261982848</id><published>2007-08-05T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:13:30.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zZz  Feels damned &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt; this few days... did not even train yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today also boring.. went to Eric's house to meet up.. but it ended up all wrong. When i reached there ZR went off and left Kenneth Eric and me at his house -.- gathering? more like splitting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahzz... tomorrow got gym but i don't feel like going for it... sianz i know i should do it regularly... but... haiz... feeling too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;off  &lt;/span&gt;to do anything about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-3368254607261982848?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/3368254607261982848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=3368254607261982848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/3368254607261982848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/3368254607261982848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/08/zzz-feels-damned-off-this-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-3980716089987755150</id><published>2007-08-02T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:30:29.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AAAhhhhh&lt;/span&gt; school days are boring.... but i hate holidays even more... cause i don get to do stuff that i want and keep being cooped up at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ytd&lt;/span&gt; went to gym with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alwin&lt;/span&gt; and its sorta like a introductory lesson to him. he seemed blur half the time and spends the other half saying "eh i got stuck","i can't move" or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; along that line...-.- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was irritating for me since i forgotten to bring my report to school and have to rush home to get it... so today i had 4 bus trip which totalled to about 2 hours. -.- could not even have a proper lunch... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sianed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tml&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; guy called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ishida&lt;/span&gt; coming down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kendo&lt;/span&gt; and all the girls are going gaga over the prospect of him being a hunk or cutie or whatever they want him to be -.-... well for me? i guess i am upset i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been allowed to wear a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bogu&lt;/span&gt; yet so i cant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;keiko&lt;/span&gt; with him (or anyone else for that matter T_T) sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another boring day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-3980716089987755150?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/3980716089987755150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=3980716089987755150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/3980716089987755150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/3980716089987755150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/08/aaahhhhh-school-days-are-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-4842457206696341316</id><published>2007-07-28T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T14:48:38.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was supposed to be blogged ytd but i was too tired and dropped dead after my shower hahaxx~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea had a rough day in school, had to reach school at 10 to start my project meeting until 4 in the afternoon (and yes,once again skipping diong's naggy yet uninformative lectures)[wished that AK's the one doing the teaching]. After eating at KouFu with Josh, we went to the clubroom, and boy was it cluttered with bags and belonging, couldn't navigate at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went out and started the dreaded task of collecting money for KC... yea here and there.. added up to about 1.6k ytd alone. seems like he gave some wrong information too. XD Lester and David gave about $50 short each =.=    horrible task really =.= gotta fear losing the money every second... with Jasmine and Gabriel's joke i went -.- like the anime characters literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of hiccups after that but during training i think i tied my &lt;em&gt;hakama&lt;/em&gt; too tight and had difficulties breathing... Yea tts about it for the day!And today? boring as usual =.= nothing to do. how i wish i can go SKC to train ....sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-4842457206696341316?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/4842457206696341316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=4842457206696341316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/4842457206696341316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/4842457206696341316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-was-supposed-to-be-blogged-ytd-but.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-6874979462400740968</id><published>2007-07-22T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:01:30.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i went to the Japanese sport festival!!! (or was it carnival...=.=).. It was Fun though i was groggy in the morning due to the lack of sleep... LoL a lot of events like the 7-legged race and Swedish relay, hold the bread and run kinda stuff! XD funny day and a day where there were lots of extremely &lt;em&gt;kawaii&lt;/em&gt; kids!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaxx, i knew that Japanese were very enthusiastic about anything and everything they set their minds on but today was a total eye opener! They are so friendly and sporting! One of the teams even wore bright yellow wigs to show that they are a team! XD Keep it up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaxx~ fun day but was kinda irritated that i got sunburns and by the looks of it, i am in for some "pleasure" the next few days T_T.  Ouch..... its even starting to hurt abit now.. hope i cope well tmr in training... (and HOPE that NO ONE "TOUCHES" my hands and neck area)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-6874979462400740968?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/6874979462400740968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=6874979462400740968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/6874979462400740968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/6874979462400740968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-i-went-to-japanese-sport-festival.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-5069287664226207323</id><published>2007-07-21T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:53:57.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiring day!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt; its been quite a while since I had to wake up so early in the morning! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.. so 8 is not too early... But its is for me!) Gotta get to school by 10 to start my project meeting! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AHhhh&lt;/span&gt; boring... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; since I spent last night doing my flow chart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside.. Its Alwin the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; kiddo's birthday! Happy birthday Elmo! O.o I meant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; So today after my project meeting I went out with the bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NYPKC&lt;/span&gt; extension club (the DPs) to celebrate his birthday at pepper lunch! After that we went to arcade! Had fun here and there until... The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;neoprint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;. I don't usually take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;neoprints&lt;/span&gt; and so I was rather reluctant to join at first, but it ended up with me getting high (partly from the 2 chocolate bars I ate earlier on) and adding the digital bunny ears to Glen's head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;kendo&lt;/span&gt; training, when training started I knew I made a mistake eating another bar of chocolates before training... I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thirsty&lt;/span&gt; and I was like fanatic for water so when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;suresh&lt;/span&gt; said that the first who completes the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;fumikomi&lt;/span&gt; men&lt;/em&gt; cuts can take a water break, I was like a beggar seeing a feast laid out before him and started to rush! I did not make it the first 2 times but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;suresh&lt;/span&gt; said that the next winner will have a mystery prize.. I did not care so much for the mystery prize as much as I needed hydration but I "won" anyway.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;SOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; the very kindred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;suresh&lt;/span&gt; gave me 100&lt;em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hayasuburi&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt; I went blank in my mind for half a sec while looking at him before it registered&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =.= But hey, I got to have my drink after all so it wasn't as bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so I "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;recieved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" the bounty I "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deserved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" and we went for dinner. All in all, a fantastic day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;OOOOhhhhHH&lt;/span&gt; ya!!! MK! I WANT TO GO YOUR HOUSE ON NEXT SUNDAY FOR A RAID PARTY! GUYS!!!! JOIN ME!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;XDD&lt;/span&gt; . Hey! I'm gonna miss not having you to chat with on the long bus ride home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;! Have fun moving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-5069287664226207323?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/5069287664226207323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=5069287664226207323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/5069287664226207323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/5069287664226207323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/07/tiring-day-lol-its-been-quite-while.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-8587914424255156190</id><published>2007-07-18T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T02:24:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chocolate kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love chocolate...or a kiss for that matter? Picture combining the two and adding some booze. Now that sounds like heaven in a glass. XD can't wait to try this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingredients&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 oz Vodka - Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/2 oz Liqueur - Irish Crème&lt;br /&gt;1/4 oz Chambord&lt;br /&gt;1/4 oz Liqueur - Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instructions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour all ingredients into a shaker filled with ice. Shake together, but not too vigorously - no more than five shakes should do it. Pour into a chilled cocktail glass and garnish with white chocolate shavings, fresh raspberries or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glass used: Cocktail/Martini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo lala sounds sexyyyy! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-8587914424255156190?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/8587914424255156190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=8587914424255156190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/8587914424255156190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/8587914424255156190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/07/chocolate-kiss-who-doesnt-love.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-2941062966047389154</id><published>2007-07-18T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:09:42.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/test82.aspx"&gt;Try again&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/test81.aspx"&gt;Give me more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-2941062966047389154?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/2941062966047389154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=2941062966047389154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/2941062966047389154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/2941062966047389154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/07/get-to-know-yourself-better-your-view.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-1885762669579795010</id><published>2007-07-14T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:02:16.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LoLz&lt;/span&gt; This few days, that haven't been interesting, are boring my mind out of my skulk! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LoL&lt;/span&gt; well I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; got much to sat except that my results are once again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;topsy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;turvy&lt;/span&gt;. Those that I did study for turned turned out to be a C+ (Industrial Microbiology) those that I didn't study for I got an A (Microbiology and Techniques)... stupidly weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;... misunderstandings all around. Too much politics and greed floating around waiting to infect the unwary. A slight breath in any place can drag you into a battlefield of words, fiends and plots. ... Not good. And here I was thinking that I can escape all that when I... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;... the more I talk the worse I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next tuesday is yet another battlefield seeing my &lt;em&gt;comrades&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;gods&lt;/em&gt; that called for the meeting... what ever... I am having half a mind... no I am having 99.999999~% of my mind to skip that session. What's more with AGM coming up I really don't know what will happen in my school life.. if anything happens to kendo.. my life will really be screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-1885762669579795010?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/1885762669579795010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=1885762669579795010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/1885762669579795010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/1885762669579795010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/07/boring.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-935248842898918804</id><published>2007-07-02T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T00:00:29.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been awhile since i updated my blog... guess i was too tired/lazy or there were just no eventful days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahax~ X ) last week was the first week after the break and it was the common test week... I guess i din do too well for any of the tests... though i hope against any silver of hope that i can at least pass all the tests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after Friday's Industrial Microbiology test I can finally sigh a breath of relieve XD... NOW ITS TIME FOR FUN!!! YEA!!! XPPP On Saturday i went out early with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Teenage Mutant &lt;s&gt;Ninjia&lt;/s&gt; Kendo Ducky (Amanda), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;KC and other &lt;em&gt;kendo ka&lt;/em&gt; to shop for the BBQ we were gonna have later that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the shopping went fine... Well I wouldn't really say &lt;em&gt;fine&lt;/em&gt; though... we were like a bunch-o-kids running amok the giant supermarket XD choose one thing also must&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"NO NO NO THIS ONE NO NO NO THAT ONE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBQ was quite fun to me i cause i got to interact with my fellow &lt;em&gt;kendo ka&lt;/em&gt; otherwise it wasn't really a successful BBQ~... except for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;BURN NASU&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;(jap for egg plant)&lt;/span&gt; BURN! POKE HIM WITH THE FORK POKE IT! EH EH TAKE THE FORK OUT!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; part (which sounds a little sadistic hahaxx~)[Nasu &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(name of a guy)&lt;/span&gt; I hope you read this XP]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm so after about 9 or so most ppl went home and we were left with a bunch of us doing silly stuffs.. and me doing a dirty dance, on a lamp post, in the middle of the pedestrian road due to a dare i received T_T lol (it felt great though XDDD)(they were like freaked out the moment i started dancing.. hmmm i wonder.. was i too good for them or the other way round? XDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so it was uneventful until today which i went for training, yea and a senior which i dunno was my &lt;em&gt;mododaichi(hope i got it right)&lt;/em&gt; for the first part of the training.. was kinda embarrassing... I'm not used to being stared right into the eye by a girl... (gotta mention though, I think she has rather attractive eyes)(eh... don get the wrong idea.. I'm just putting my thoughts into words. Nothing beyond that. besides she has a bf) so i stared at the &lt;em&gt;tensen&lt;/em&gt; instead (but i couldn't help looking up... =.=)(yea yea so i saw her looking right at me again.. whats the biggie?) and after awhile i think she got the gist that i was kinda affected by the staring thingy..(guess that's the result of training in kendo... you stare down at your opponent and make them feel uneasy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was as usual and it ended without me getting too tired i guess. But this is only the start. I must make myself more disciplined and train at home more often. I am aiming for a spot in the school team! (i might not make it though.. sensing the competition i m facing... sigh) and that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing though, that particular senior that trained with me? i thought she looked kinda upset at something on the bus home... maybe its just me. oh well nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-935248842898918804?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/935248842898918804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=935248842898918804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/935248842898918804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/935248842898918804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/07/dunno-what-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-5660345476610549465</id><published>2007-06-25T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:59:11.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Grr... today's the first day of the test week. hmmm hopefully i'll be able to get a C for ABC at the very least since its not too tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH! Dammit! Why do the ants at my house, or rather, on my study desk like to bite me so much!?? Shoots! I receive at least a bite everyday! tt aside i have had diarrhoea for the past three days... feeling kinda bad with the abdomen grumbling every now and then. =.= just today i had 6 runs to the toilet from 9am to 10.40am... "sianed" and today's kendo was canceled for tests although only 3 schools are having them.. feels kinda bored at home studying. (though i ended up watching anime and reading online manga...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... right i guess thats all ba... going to sleep le. nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-5660345476610549465?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/5660345476610549465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=5660345476610549465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/5660345476610549465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/5660345476610549465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/06/grr.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-6219157626450751437</id><published>2007-06-18T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:58:28.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;XD Today [17/06/2007] is the kendo grading itself and it felt kinda weird XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning 12am when I tried to sleep one of my friends called me to talk to him on msn and so I did.. Turned out he was emo about relationship problems. And so I talked to him until i realised it was 4am... which was a bit late for the realisation as I was to wake up at 5, so quickly I rushed through some computer stuff and tried to hit the sack at 4.30++am... Then came the dreaded call of the morning alarm... its already 5am! and I barely touched my bed for like what? 10 minutes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz well then I grudgedly when to freshen up and go to HG, and what great news... I ended up waiting until 6.20am for Clyde's mother to fetch me to the mrt station. Well I am not blaming anyone at all and it was very very kind of auntie to bring me along too, it's just that if i knew this was coming I could have at least gotten and extra hour of sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then after getting on Clyde and I went for breakfast. We had porridge but auntie couldn't find a parking lot and thus couldn't join us.. I feel kinda bad for this.. Thereafter with a few hiccups here and there, we managed to get to the mrt station and was late by 4 minutes? lucky they were still there! XD anyway Luke tried to get there earlier and was kinda locked outside by the security guards XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So came the test a nervous test for me really and i was having i bad time with my stomach,which i withstood, and a super dry mouth. when i went up i was very stiff, like something you might find out of a freezer.. well maybe half-thawed. I called out my number and name loudly and I though yea... a sigh of relief... until i realised i forgot to raise my hand.. the worse part was when i realised it and made a face and half way through the face making process i remembered NOT to make a face... So what i got was a stiff uncompleted facial expression that seemed like a cross between a duck and someone who smelled elephant poo. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole test sequence though, i was stiff and i knew it... i tried my best to &lt;em&gt;ashisabaki, shomen &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; hayasuburi&lt;/em&gt; but they all seemed to me like they were rusted machines moving slowly with out fluidity... as much as i willed them to move i was stuck in that state all throughout. So i went back thinking that flunked the test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the boring part... sitting though 9th &lt;em&gt;kyu&lt;/em&gt; to 3rd &lt;em&gt;kyu...&lt;/em&gt; my knees were aching like crap... Then into the 2nd &lt;em&gt;kyu,&lt;/em&gt; 1st &lt;em&gt;kyu,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;shodan&lt;/em&gt; and other dan's tests things became more interesting. there were &lt;em&gt;keko&lt;/em&gt;s and a few were rather inspiring! however for the lower dan's whos' legs were already crying for their mama, those matches probably only served as a distraction from the pain. then lalalala and comes the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said.. " aiya i don want to look so many people! go change first lar!" but in the end i was the first to check it out since i walked past a freshly taped up score sheet on the inside of the &lt;em&gt;dojo. &lt;/em&gt;puzzled was i was as to why its in there i went ahead to look. I was expecting an 8th &lt;em&gt;kyu&lt;/em&gt; for my below-expectations performance today... BUT I GOT A 6th &lt;em&gt;kyu!!!!&lt;/em&gt; A maximum jump of grades for a non-bogu sector! I was overwhelmed and i started jumping around XD... there were a lot of good and bad reactions.. but i don wanna mention them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just want to apologize to those whom i may have unknowingly hurt by my overjoyed behavior.. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The rest of the day was fun until i reached home and a situation occured with me and my dad that made me ****ed up until now... i went out and had a breather den when over to Jay's house to continue with &lt;em&gt;Kekkaishi,&lt;/em&gt; the manga, where i left off AGES ago XD feels better now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes my day. though there is a lot more i wanted to put down here, but i am feeling far too sleepy from the lack of sleep and thus the laziness XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2.51am monday 18/6/2007 nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-6219157626450751437?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/6219157626450751437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=6219157626450751437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/6219157626450751437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/6219157626450751437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/06/xd-today-17062007-is-kendo-grading.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-7381659751887623928</id><published>2007-06-17T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:58:07.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ahhhhh! Feels kinda good after going out and walking for a bit. Now that I look back at my previous post it does seem a little bit too... well emo so to say. Well.. I dunno.. it just seems to describe my feelings exactly at that moment of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, lets move on shall we? Hmmm today - well, to be exact, yesterday - I went out for a bit to hougang green's lan shop with my brothers - kh and Jay. Really felt kinda good since I haven't gone out during the holidays except for kendo and camp stuffs. Quite a bit of misfortune on me today though, firstly the bus breaks down... then the computers at the lan shop was having a minor emotional trauma... next up when I reached my grandparents' house no one was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps. I was suppose to go there by six, or so that's what my mum told me... they suddenly canceled it and I wasn't informed... just great huh? They just assumed that each other [sis + mum + aunt] had informed me... I had to walk from HG to my grandparents' house..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just pure irritating... a waste of time really... That over, TODAY IS THE BIG DAY!!! THE DAY OF MY FIRST KENDO GRADING!!!!! WHoOOOOOOoOoOOOoo!.. I'm so excited I don ever think I can sleep! There's this weird feeling in my chest that I cant get rid of. Feels like the kind where you step on the stage for the first time in front of a live audience! Hmmm my form hasn't been good lately and my stamina just don't seem to hold up... And most importantly my &lt;em&gt;Hakama&lt;/em&gt; is still too long!!!!! $%&amp;amp;**#... Hopefully I don't need to adjust it too much tomorrow.. I meant later on.. zzzzz I always hate and love this kind of anxious feeling.. It gives me the thrill that I need to pack my day with, but it also leaves me drained at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. My sister mentioned to me that one of her friend supposedly died and someone posted up her letter for her on her blog... I was kinda shock initially I admit, but was immediately pissed off the moment I saw her so called last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of loopholes in the farce she made up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mikibibi.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://mikibibi.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was said there was "i'm not the owner of this blog. I am one of her friends ... ***the supposedly last letter*** ... this is the letter that she left behind. kerryn is dead, 15-06-2007, 9.45.34 pm. regrets is forever. now's that she is gone, everything is over. let's pray and let her rest in peace." posted on 9:31pm. 15 June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many clues, as to this is a fake suicide, can you find in this short paragraph that I lifted verbatim - yes, verbatim even the case (upper case - lower case you get it don't you?) - from her "last" post on the blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters... notice the time of death and the posting time.. unless the friend can travel through time and get her letter from the future, or that the friend is the murderer, there is no way she can know of the exact timing of death. Notice that she puts it down to the fine details of seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, if this is kerryn's blog why would she be bothered to give access to a friend b4 she died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, how can her friend can so calmly post her final letter, when she - her friend that she trusted enough to entrust with the burden of carrying her final words - knows she is still not dead but rather in the process of? this is extrapolated from "now's that she is dead, everything is over. let's pray and let her rest in peace" ... her friend did not even try to help her? or is it just me? SHE STAYED SOMEWHERE COMFY AND TYPED THE POST WHILE HER FRIEND DIES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, Ignoring the blaring facts above and supposing they are possible to be done and THAT she is dead, how did the friend come to know it fast enough to even post it on the same night?&lt;br /&gt;Look deeper in between the sentences and think. I said supposing she is dead. If a person is dead the guardians would be grieving and if so.. how would this &lt;em&gt;good friend of hers&lt;/em&gt; get his/her hands on the letter? can you link the grieving part and the getting letter part up, or can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And IF they did get through the guardians, did you seriously think the police would let any piece of possible evidence get out? Naive... too naive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if I had IQ and EQ like yours? I"D RATHER GO AND DIE!... I mean come on.. if its for a guy that you really love it is also not worth going so far as to die and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITS MUCH MUCH LESSER WORTH IF IT MEANS TO FAKE YOUR DEATH AND RESIGN YOUR FRIENDS TO WORRY FOR YOU!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I mean.. its YOUR problem NOT your friends, why blow up the matter so big as to burden all your friends? to add on.. you are making those that love you worry because of a guy that does love you no longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever come across this, or anyone thinking of playing such a stupid but elaborated plan to test if he/she is gonna turn around and say "Honey!!! OH Darling! My sweetie-pie!! Are you alright? Did you lose enough blood to die?", weigh the god-damned matter of who's more important to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-7381659751887623928?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/7381659751887623928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=7381659751887623928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/7381659751887623928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/7381659751887623928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahhhhh-feels-kinda-good-after-going-out.html' title=''/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-5928602435696973141</id><published>2007-06-14T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:57:25.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its now late in the dead of the night 2.45am... I cant sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I find no purpose in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feeling rather empty as I rolled around in my bed feeling bothered by something unknown and the suffocating air. Suddenly I thought of myself not being able to think like i used to, attributing it to not exercising my mind enough since i left NCHS. Now that i think of it... My whole life since poly started and my Brother passed away seemed ever so voided of meaningful thoughts and warm-true-to-the-heart feelings. As I reminiscence about my secondary school life, the life now seemed dull and, if not, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why is my life wrought with despair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My past seemed to be filled with activities everyday and when ever i got to rest it would always be a satisfying one. Now? My whole life seemed to be filled with "rests" and "breaks"... I cant take it... There's no warmth at home... I cant seek comfort in poly friends... I cant be so selfish as to keep disturbing my brothers... I cant keep but keep thinking there's no place where i can find solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even I need a firm reassurance every now and then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Someone.. anyone.. tell me.. what should i do.. I find no motivation for anything.. none at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But who will be there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my life is just a dull reflection of my past.. on-going but not moving forward. A stillness that i cant comprehend and accept. A stagnant stage i cant adapt to... Am i just that useless? I cant move out of my past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who will be there to comfort me and show me the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I WANT OUT! BUT HOW!? SOMEONE HELP ME... To my friends.. even brothers.. I put up a strong front, the typical confident guy. But i.. what i really am... the softer side of me.. no one sees... there's no one for me to share it with.. I am a human, i have emotions too. I am a human, I too have confusions and dilemmas. buts who's there to share it with me.. i cant find anyone to confide in.. the real reason for starting this blog is as an outlet for my everyday life and emotions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do i only see dismay... and sadness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Every time, maybe I got too used to acting all confident and brave, I find that no one will approach me to ask hows my life.. A simple "how's it going" would have done enough to brighten my day. It's as if everyone assume that i am worry-free and handle everything that comes my way with ease, so much so that I am an entity outside their realm of care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Someone bring me out of this tragedy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sometimes the silent pearls that fall is seen by none&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the lonely soul that screams in silence is heeded by none&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it wonders what is there in life that is worth living for&lt;br /&gt;sometimes... just sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-5928602435696973141?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/5928602435696973141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=5928602435696973141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/5928602435696973141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/5928602435696973141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/06/lonely-thoughts.html' title='Lonely thoughts...'/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-5563723694628101369</id><published>2007-06-11T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:55:18.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushed to the Limit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I am drooping off to wonderland as I am typing this new post... its 11:28pm now. Just hours before this I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; training and I feel really ravaged by exhaustion and fatigue. Its not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that made me feel this way. It was only the final straw that my body can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning today I woke up at around 7am? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gotta get to school by 8.45am and gotta prep my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, off to school. The moment I reached school I knew I was too early... not a soul to be seen in sight. Then so be it... however what din expect was to wait for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; until 9.03am? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I reached school at 8.20am so do the calculations yourself. Couldn't really blame anyone though, She lived too far and normally takes about 1.5h to reach school but for today she even took a cab down... For me? I am early and being early is nothing to be blamed for... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; moving on, she opened the door and everyone started moving inside to do some final preparations. My brain was kinda in a hibernation mode still, so as a matter of fact I kinda looked like a dummy standing there looking at everyone ravaging through the piles and heaps of materials for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;RDC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then everyone got their stuffs, off to Block P &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lvl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 3... why is everyone still lingering in the club room...? HELLO? Move it guys! Right then, off we went. By the time I reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lvl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 3 there were already people there waiting. Looked like a rather quiet bunch... or so I thought! I couldn't really put my heart into believing that the rumored nerdy - sorry year 1 pals - year 1s are actually rather the hype of the day! Its not too bad... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not bad... OK OK!! With the super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;enthu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. spartan-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OGLs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;CMs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the time I spent with them was as much fun as I've had in months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fantastic time I would have to admit, quite a few cute faces too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as opposed to the things that I've been hearing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all in all a fun time until I had to break off with the group to set up the Treasure hunt item. Its irritating enough just to do the clue cards, much worse was the Route Plan sorting! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Saiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I did it once... error... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; check... done... cont... error... check... done... error.... GOODNESS knows how long we took to sort the thing out! I really wonder what kind of super inhumane will power &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Saiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has that that point of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was getting kinda worried by then about not being able to set up the TH before I went off for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Boy... was I right in worrying.. but instead of the TH, I should be more worried that I will nearly faint in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;kendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;kendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after about 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; into the warm up, I was starting to feel the effect of not having a proper lunch and break fast. Ya and ... well... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;coerced&lt;/span&gt; by situation into not having dinner at all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; of firstly I felt giddy and Gabriel asked for me whether I can take a water break. As quickly as I could, which was only walking, I went to take a sip at the water cooler. I felt better and started training again, only to feel worse and worse. It was not until I had a cramp in my toes that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;squatted&lt;/span&gt; down and was asked to take a break outside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;dojo&lt;/span&gt; (squash court).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I bent down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt; my leg that I felt a wave of light-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;headedness&lt;/span&gt; smack me in my face. I almost crumpled right there and then, but somehow I managed to remain balanced. After awhile, they had their first break and I was rather sulky not being able to train fully. I stood up and all I knew was a blank. I remembered that I could still take in visual cues, but I have not the faintest idea of what I saw back then. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; that, then as the stubborn me tried to force my way to the water cooler, I was hit by at least two waves of fainting spell and barely managed to get there panting like I had never taking in a breath before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC tried to ask how I was out of good will and gave me a light pat, but to me who was bending over trying to breath for my life, it felt like shove by a heavy weight lifter. The next thing that I knew I was tilting slightly over, then more and more until I just realised that I was falling and tried to grab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;KC's&lt;/span&gt; hand that patted my shoulder. But my feeble grip, or more like touching his hand, could not grab on and started stumbling backwards, and hitting the wall behind me and sliding down into a heap of panting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hakama&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that they helped me back to the outside of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;dojo&lt;/span&gt;, where I stayed for QUITE a long while. Then more and more people began feeling ill and started coming out to sit with me. Funny how diseases seem to like to strike at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; all at the same time. Then I decided that it was enough resting for me, and the others seemed to think the same, so in we went into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;dojo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; part of the day for me. As soon as i got in we sort of had a mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;tournament&lt;/span&gt; between the two split halves of the juniors. Slowly as the pairs started to compete and end, I realised that I was an extra sum, an unexpected additional member of my side of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; juniors. As soon as we reached the second last pair, it seems like my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;kendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; finally realised that I had no partner. It was when my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;CPT&lt;/span&gt; side junior started pointing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Senpai&lt;/span&gt;. I shook my head rather vigorously denying him and hoping that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt; will not be my "partner".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it reached the last official pair, and when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt; thought it was over, I was relieved. That was a short-lived relieved, perhaps the shortest I've known my entire 18 years of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;, a mere split second. He smile and the horrified me smiled feebly and shook my hand... I was kinda sure that it seemed more like a wave to him though... Then he pointed to himself and I smiled, in nervousness and anxiousness, and kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;splatted&lt;/span&gt; myself on the wall for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; before standing at the middle facing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its miraculous how all my anxiousness was gone only to be replaced with a firm determination and iron will to do my best in my first, though unofficial, match against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt;. Had it been anyone else, I think I would not have done as best as I did today. So the match started, he seemed so full of confidence and smiling lightly, whereas I only felt a stone face and saw perspiration raining down on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt;. I tired my best but I could not concentrated on my first few strokes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shomen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Then I remembered - I was tensing too much and was attempting speed instead of perfection. It was then I felt my strokes became more fluid and lighter with better &lt;em&gt;T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;enouchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Though I barely noticed then, there was a round of cheers for me and encouragements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the &lt;em&gt;H&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;ayasuburi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I only remembered that I was attempting to do it well when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt; upped his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;shouting&lt;/span&gt; and tempo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;unconsciously&lt;/span&gt; I brought myself to try and overwhelm his voice and match his tempo, then it ended. I was still in a solemn mood when KC cheekily came and declared that I won. This hilarious move broke the competitive atmosphere and everyone began laughing out loud and I do mean it. Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Nabil&lt;/span&gt; thought it was funny and smiled and went forward and tried to playfully hit KC on his butt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;. After that we greeted each other and started normal practice until the end of the training. During this time I had a sudden awareness of my arms feeling like lead and wouldn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all for the training. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt; Josh sorry I was being rude by not replying you when you asked about my wrist. It's causes I was in a hurry to get home when I was still feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't want to end up in a hospital because I fainted in the middle of the road. And again I am sorry. I am really tired today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired I maybe, but it can be said to be my day of the most fun and funny moments since my Year 2 in MB started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 12.41am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-5563723694628101369?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/5563723694628101369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=5563723694628101369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/5563723694628101369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/5563723694628101369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/06/pushed-to-limit.html' title='Pushed to the Limit!'/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8689645582446940881.post-6346028914767879157</id><published>2007-06-10T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:27:44.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>Haiz after a long time of not blogging, finally a new blog. Speaking of which, Josh who was supposedly to help me make this blog was no where to be seen =.= lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, since school started until now I feel like I havent been able to put much effort in anything that I've done or is still currently working on. Well... maybe except kendo which I find to be my only motivation to continue attending school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm Tomorrow is the so called "much awaited" RDC, which whilst I am a co-in-charge, I am not so motivated to attend. ZzZz sianz tomorrow I have to reach school at 8.45 am and will only get off after 9.30pm? RDC and kendo together is something like a pure hell of physical activity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said however, I rather look forward to Kendo practice. XD I think I found a way to do hayasuburi more efficiently (well at least for me it feels smoother and faster).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now at my house my gang of brothers are playing &lt;em&gt;majiong &lt;/em&gt;and making one hell of a ruckus XD. Ruckus it maybe but I haven't feel more at home since the passing of my late brother, even my mother came on in to join the fun and played a round XPPP. Maybe its the lack of activities at home that makes the ruckus feels heart-warming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then! Gotta hit the sack soon now XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8689645582446940881-6346028914767879157?l=looking4apurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/feeds/6346028914767879157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8689645582446940881&amp;postID=6346028914767879157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/6346028914767879157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8689645582446940881/posts/default/6346028914767879157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looking4apurpose.blogspot.com/2007/06/test.html' title='First post'/><author><name>JJ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
