<?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-13660373</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:33:32.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantings of a denizen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zulfiqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874841435419421806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-1373754442654049581</id><published>2007-11-24T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:52:31.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... and so both Zuls have deserted this blog. Officially &lt;strong&gt;MIA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-1373754442654049581?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1373754442654049581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=1373754442654049581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/1373754442654049581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/1373754442654049581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2007/11/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Fahizul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00428654415116069538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-3605715745476396206</id><published>2007-06-22T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T05:06:24.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Leopard</title><content type='html'>It has been EONS since i log in.Since now i'm having block leave, i've all the time in the world for this grand post.haha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 months, my life is all about the Army.Transition from Boys to Man they call it(yea i do feel man now).I was posted to Leopard Company on 090407 which is considered a heaven company.Indeed it is a welfare company where almost all officers are approachable when you have any probs.Abit abt Leopard here, if you're in Leopard, you will feel sort of superiority over the rest.Dunno why.During morning marches, we nvr failed to shout 'Champions' as we are the Games Day Champions for the 8 times running.Our company flag is has 8 streamers while the rest has at most 2.It gives us a sense of pride towards our company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My platoon mates; wackiest and gayest in the company.Dunno whether they all really gay or act gay.Some of the acts is too explicit too be described here.My bunk mate;;they are really cool guys.The jamming(using guitars and some pails)  and soccer sessions we had in the bunk and also the times where we tio confinement together are really fond memories man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i feel abt BMTC is that it is a gd experience as one get to do things diff from the norm.For example, firing live rounds from the M16, throwing live grenande and experiencing the exploding effects from it is really a once in a lifetime thing.And also stringent condtions during field camp taught us to dig holes after we do our 'business' and also fill our tummies with the no-taste green packets and rations.Finishing the 24km on a high with my mates is the all-time highlight of my time here.Imagine how gruelling it is to march with ur Full Battle Order including helmet and rifle for 24km.I don't think i can do this without the help of the buddies and the songs that we sang en route to the finisihing line.All of these taught me to be more appreciative of what we had and not take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon POP day arrived(like finally!) and we are separated into diff. units.I wish them all the best in their respective vocations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-3605715745476396206?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3605715745476396206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=3605715745476396206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/3605715745476396206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/3605715745476396206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-in-leopard.html' title='Life in Leopard'/><author><name>Zulfiqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874841435419421806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-117597041411639618</id><published>2007-04-07T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:26:54.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esplanade Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos photos photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That other blog post I promised earlier will be ready in 4 weeks. Patience patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/320/973703/DSC00018%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bubbly bubbly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The SISPEC guy who hates my stares. The I-dunno-wtf-is-wrong-with-him. The Mat (Yes, Mat. I'm finally a Mat. I just need a cigarette.). The co-author. The one who was pissed at a particular stranger who was following us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/320/554214/DSC00027%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Sheng. Something was seriously wrong with him tonight. The one who introduces me to new chinese songs. The one who owes me $4999. The first guy who talked to me in CTG 133. The one who talks crap. I enjoy listening to his crap. Oh well, study hard buddy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/320/615060/240820061265%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. How can I forget my co-author a.k.a. my closest friend in YJ. Even though we went out so often (till I lost count), we still haven't take a bloody decent photo together. Zulfiqar. Enjoys insulting me. "I see your face I want to laugh". What do I have some kind of bubbly clown face. Hmm. Zulfiqar taught me one important lesson last year. Something to do with friendship and popularity. But I'm not gonna share it here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for accompanying me shopping. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And movies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And all the chill out sessions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the best, buddy. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm. There's still lot more photos. And some more friends to write about. But I'm sleepy. Next time then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/320/716899/190720061087%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't know why. I just felt like posting this photo. Chenyun's birthday last year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-117597041411639618?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/117597041411639618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=117597041411639618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/117597041411639618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/117597041411639618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/esplanade-outing.html' title='Esplanade Outing'/><author><name>Fahizul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00428654415116069538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-117541512454205040</id><published>2007-03-31T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T01:17:07.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Mr Zul</title><content type='html'>My turn my turn..&lt;br /&gt;Relief teacher. 2 out of 3 months. English, E Maths, NT Science, LS Science, Physics, Art, Literature, Malay, Geography, Music, Social Studies, History and Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excursions. Class cheers. Playing pranks. Fights. Quarrels. Emo kids. Covering for the DM. Giving lectures on purpose of life. Innocent mischief. Students watching porn from a hp. Confiscating notes being passed around then reading it out to the whole class. Giving treats. Dragging dismissal time. Playing hangman (and I ALWAYS win). Competitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day&lt;br /&gt;Horrible. Really horrible. I almost wanted to give up. I had one of the most difficult timetables. First day and I've got students talking back when I tried scolding. A really nice start indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then I started using a different approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1. Sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So that's how it's done.&lt;br /&gt;Student: So that's how it's done.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did he just imitate me? (with a shocked face) Wow. A breakthrough seh. A round of applause, class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watch his face turn red. Like a Washington red delicious apple. Well, it works &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;2. Revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this group of super noisy and giggly girls who are kinda defiant. Then there's once one of them had to lead the class in a class cheer. As usual, the class wasn't co-operating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Cher, help me lah cher. They never listen leh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; I help you? (with a 'watever' face)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then she cried. Okay. A bit too mean there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Another one. 2 boys who keep on pretending they're sweeping the floor? Easy. I asked them to sweep outside the classroom. Then I closed the doors. 2 corridor sweepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys: Cher outside clean already.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where got? There, there and there. Go.&lt;br /&gt;Boys: Walao.&lt;br /&gt;Class: *laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;One more. Scolding &lt;em&gt;mats&lt;/em&gt;. I enjoyed this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class: Oei go in by the front lah.&lt;br /&gt;Mat: Dun care lah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ENTER by the front door please..&lt;br /&gt;Mat: Aiya enter front and back same what.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well if you have a wife you'll know it's not the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I didn't say that last line. But seriously, some of them &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; respectful. I often get a queue of malay boys wanting to &lt;em&gt;salam&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont blog about the good part cos Zul already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's really fun. I did a 'no rules' thing on my last day. They crazily blasted music from their phones. And I got gifts. =) Imho, it's a good school, if I were to compare with my sec school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 418px; HEIGHT: 326px" height="364" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q277/fahizul/010320071936copyedit.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Girls: Mr Zuuuullll.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;Guys: Yo! Yo yo yo! Mr Zul!&lt;br /&gt;Mats: Zuuull... *laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Minahs: Hi Cher! Cheh sombong seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another post about &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;133&lt;/span&gt; coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-117541512454205040?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/117541512454205040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=117541512454205040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/117541512454205040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/117541512454205040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/other-mr-zul.html' title='The Other Mr Zul'/><author><name>Fahizul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00428654415116069538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-117535215048408450</id><published>2007-03-31T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:38:40.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Zul =)</title><content type='html'>This would probably my last entry in waiting for entrance to the dreaded NS.So i would dedicate this post to my short stint for the past 3 months or so.Just a brief summary.drumrollllllsss =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=#33FF00&gt;Tampines Secondary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah...i've no idea they would call me as the sch is quite far from my hse but they did....the sch is pretty old and is in the secluded area of Tampines...first day of teaching quite nervous but tried to 'act fierce' lah coz i noe they sure think wad is this youngster doing here or something like dat...But before i enter the sch, i oreadi wanna give up...the journey is like 1 hr plus leh....must wake up like 6 somemore...aha...ok enuff of complaining....1st day report to work must be presentable nt grumpy.I feel quite weird lah coz usually i'm in the parade sq singing the national anthem and sch song with the students but now with the teachers...feel like more 'privelleged'...aha...den i was briefed on some relief teaching matters...one thing that caught my attention was the recent news about a relief teacher making the student pregnant.C'mon lah i was thinking i came here to teach nt to hanky-panky or wad but then i realised this is an important matter to emphasize as the students are ard our age and somehow they would want to have a relationship more than just teacher-student.So as teachers, we must practise self-restraint and be more matured lah compared to the students.As for me, relationship is fine lar as long as nt going to the extreme,other than that I'm cool...LOL...After that do the normal things lah like take attendance and stuff....Tampines sec students nt bad lar as in they are quite well-behaved and respectful so teaching them is nt a problem...also my fren is there so she's the one who's been guiding me around the sch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=#33FFFF&gt;Jiemin Pri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so you must be asking wad i'm doing in a pri sch.The fact is i want to gain experience in working in diff. environment....how the teaching system in pri and sec sch differs so maybe i can apply this invaluable experience in the future...so first day was kind of ok lar...teachers there quite friendly maybe because they are nt pressured as much as sec teachers...so i'm able to get some chatting times wif the teachers there.Teaching in pri sch is totally diff lah from sec sch....first of all dey are little kids so u must explain to them especially instructions in detail if nt they will do diff things.Also,they have very short attention span.Got once i was teaching maths i think, there's this little boy who took a broom and start sweeping the floor, right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#33CCFF&gt;Mr Zul:Ah boy, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Di:Sweeping the floor lor&lt;br /&gt;Mr Zul: -/- "&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentarily, i was amused by the child's antics coz here i am teaching then anyhow sweep in front of me.Not mentioning the amount of dust he's creating.So i offered them some sweets that i had, coz i think they would now behave properly...so now jialat everyday before going sch must buy sweets for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my frens told me that teaching in pri sch is boring as in all u get to see is little kids but i beg to differ&lt;em&gt;(although there are a few chio teachers worth mentioning =) )&lt;/em&gt; This is because you achieve full satisfaction at the end of the day when they fully understand what you teach and they really regard you as their teacher.To me, it's worth it as you get to pass on your knowledge to these little ones.An experiece etched in my mind. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=#FF00FF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yishun Secondary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tinge of nervousness eluded me when i was asked to teach here.Coz i noe alot of frens there lah and i feel weird meeting them as a teacher.In the morning reach there 7.40am and i was quite surprised the assembly hasn't finish yet.So i need to walk right in front of the whole school just to reach the office...damn paiseh ar coz i dun like it when alot of ppl are staring at me.After completing the admin stuffs and ready to teach , first task was the Sec 5.In terms of height i was like so pale in comparison lah....even some of the girls are taller than me.In terms of maturity, they even commented i looked like a student if i were to don their uniform (.!. ")I jts laughed it off with them coz i dun think they are serious.Their form teacher had previously give them something to do so i just sit down there and entertain their questions be it academic and some personal ones also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the class 2/2 vividly.The class where the boys are mortals whereas the girls are immortals.lol.The boys are so decent and so reserved while the girls i CMI.Had quite a hard time controlling the class girls.Firstly when i arrived , they were cheering so loudly coz i tink they are happy their teacher did nt come so i expected that lar.But after dat,the girls got more vocal and daring and start asking my age, got gf anot lar,my contact no,email and such.I tink they had nt seen a male relief teacher so that explains their rowdy behaviour.They even took my box of marker pens and run away with it.At some point, I was put to ransom as in I can't conduct my lessons unless i answer their questions.There was this girl who even wanted to see how i look without my specs.Of course i won't succumb to that request.But somehow she managed to take my specs away while others snapped some pics with their hp....i feel like a total idiot can!But luckily at the moment, i remember a tip from a colleague of mine.So, i took out a piece of paper and just scribbled any number i can think of and also some e-mail add. and it worked!They seemed pretty satisfied and settled down soon after and things when quite smooth after that.So to those budding relief teachers, note this down coz it works perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once this technical class i remember,somehow the percentage of 'mats' there is considerably large.Well,that's not the main point.I'm coming to that...Usually, when i wasn't given any workplan to teach, i let them listen to music and do their own stuffs.So the noise from the music was inevitable but luckily its not that to the extent of disturbing other classes.But, at one point i realise that they are nt listening to music anymore.Then, i saw a crowded group at one end of the class.So, i walked up to them and they dispersed like ants.Already puzzled, i ask one of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#CC00FF&gt;Mr Zul:Hey, do u noe what are they doing?&lt;br /&gt;Girl:You noe lar, hardcore thing&lt;br /&gt;Mr Zul:What!?&lt;br /&gt;Girl:*laughs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...i was like damn baffled lah....only sec 3 then do stuffs like this.Not only that, the girls and guys seemed entertained while watching that stuffs together.Watching it from such as small hp screen seems pathetic enough.No wonder my sec sch does't allow the usage of hp in class.There are reasons to every rule, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a relief teacher does not necessarily means just the usual paparazzis from the students but i do face the lowdowns as well.I remember when i walked into the class of a sec 4 express class, the students bombard me with these questions; Hey you're sure you're qualified to teach?, You're just 16....and some blahblah.Wah kao, at that point of time i was damn pissed off arh and i feel like telling them if not happy can settle outside sch.But then, i kept my composure and remained nonchalant abt it...Ya, i know i'm just a relief but i'll try my best to answer their questions and they no need to be so rude right...The next thing i noe i was dishing out my maths tricks to them coz they seems nt really interested in asking academic questions so i thought i could do some entertaining lar...Quote from Mr Fahizul of Pasir Ris Crest Sec Sch, "Being a teacher is like being an entertainer.You must do something that could get their attention.".Haha.... one of the magic trick i told them is like they can choose any 5 digit numbers and i will be able to guess it correctly.Wanna know how i did it?Ask me lor =)True enuff i find dat they were more down-to-earth and humble in their next questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more incident and happenings in sch although i can't blog abt due to time constraints.Now, i can truly feel the pain my teachers had gone through in teaching us.Nonetheless, i can proclaim that being a teacher is a rewarding experience and i would consider it as a viable career option in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-117535215048408450?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/117535215048408450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=117535215048408450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/117535215048408450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/117535215048408450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/mr-zul.html' title='Mr Zul =)'/><author><name>Zulfiqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874841435419421806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-117474509544691288</id><published>2007-03-24T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T11:33:09.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gave you my word and I promised to love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go, it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You had your chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's nothing inside me that still feels connected to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To me you're already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-117474509544691288?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/117474509544691288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=117474509544691288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/117474509544691288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/117474509544691288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-go.html' title='Just Go.'/><author><name>Fahizul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00428654415116069538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-117457773057098530</id><published>2007-03-22T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T09:35:30.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Just so you know &lt;br /&gt;this feeling's taking control of me &lt;br /&gt;and i can't help it &lt;br /&gt;i won't sit around, i can't let him win now &lt;br /&gt;Thought you should know &lt;br /&gt;i've tried my best to let go of you &lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to &lt;br /&gt;i just gotta say it all &lt;br /&gt;before i go &lt;br /&gt;just so you know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-117457773057098530?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/117457773057098530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=117457773057098530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/117457773057098530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/117457773057098530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-so-you-know-this-feelings-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Zulfiqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874841435419421806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-117078257167366326</id><published>2007-02-06T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T09:22:51.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Emo Kid</title><content type='html'>Yo watzzup....man its been eons since i've login...too busy with my stupid work.I've been busy with working life until i've no time to do other things.Its not like i dislike my job but i find it too exhausting.During work, i slack like siao coz with the pay they've given me, i might as well do things my way.That makes me think that school is more fun than working life.You see, work is kind of a routine thing.Get up,Work,Sleep.So that is what i did for the past 2 months.I think its not worth it keeping in mind the meagre salary i got.If i could turn back in time, i would have work harder during my school time and chiong-ing the books so that i could make it big in the career world.Sighs.All i can do now is pray for my results so that they can get me somewhere.Maybe a local U or something.Otherwise, it would be troublesome as i need to undergo 2 years of time-wasting NS and after which, i would roughly have half of my academic knowledge gone and still trying my luck in pursuing education in a poly.Qing told me that he considers Millenia.So maybe i would consider joining him there.Any followers?haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O's would be out this Fri.For me, the D-Day would be two weeks later.Fate would be sealed by then and lets keep our fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Apologies for the emo rant, i'm still human after all =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-117078257167366326?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/117078257167366326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=117078257167366326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/117078257167366326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/117078257167366326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/emo-kid.html' title='An Emo Kid'/><author><name>Zulfiqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874841435419421806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-117008243927517640</id><published>2007-01-29T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T06:53:59.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of the long lost.</title><content type='html'>I love this photo. Qing's creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/1600/506513/Chillers%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/400/357673/Chillers%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-117008243927517640?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/117008243927517640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=117008243927517640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/117008243927517640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/117008243927517640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/part-of-long-lost.html' title='Part of the long lost.'/><author><name>Fahizul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00428654415116069538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-116904143531868943</id><published>2007-01-17T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T05:43:55.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Why no reviews for the other terms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost almost all my files.&lt;br /&gt;All the photos. Videos. Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. That's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-116904143531868943?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/116904143531868943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/116904143531868943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Fahizul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00428654415116069538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-116482524165462088</id><published>2006-11-29T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T05:00:17.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 in Review: Term 1</title><content type='html'>As promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 in review. It has to be in parts since I realise there's a lot that happened this year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to blog the way Ying Sheng did! Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember how the year started?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember Peishan got a surprise birthday celebration?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/320/657412/DSC00587%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember the cheesecake Ben bought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/1600/298414/06012006149%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/320/325004/06012006149%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember this classroom?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember we almost got into 'bad terms' with another class because of a classroom? Cos this classroom was on the fourth floor. We rather take attendance in the canteen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Zul didn't have much hair. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/1600/273100/06012006149%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/1600/170094/05022006255%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/1600/170094/05022006255%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/320/848331/05022006255%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then it was my first time going for night cycling with my bike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I got lost in Kallang. Thanks to a traffic light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/320/958309/CVD%202006%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/1600/807730/11022006269%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/1600/807730/11022006269%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember our dunking station? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We stayed back one Friday trying to think of the mechanism. And someone was pissed off. Oh yeah, the college has a nice video of Ben getting dunked. And I kept insulting you all while deejaying cos you all didn't dunk me. But in the end I did! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/320/464779/11022006269%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Remember we had to pathetically play songs from the radio? And Zul abandoned me up there. I was very lonely. In the end I realised so many rooms switched off their PA system speakers. The canteen was too noisy to hear our station. So the people in the parade square was our only audience. Apparently someone in the office complained they heard me utter a vulgarity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/320/274985/26022006309%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember we travelled so far and waited for hours just for an hour of briefing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember the red flag? I remember slacking. But we got a nice t-shirt. It's all about the t-shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/320/405408/11032006386%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And then I went for expedition to Jerangkang Waterfalls in Pahang. Heh. The instructors were quite arrogant and confusing. One said we were annoying and wanted us to be tough outdoors. Another scolded me cos I got a little cut on my finger and I didn't ask for a plaster. And I'm a lousy food i/c? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/1600/532506/Study%20sessions%20with%20Zul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/320/410087/Study%20sessions%20with%20Zul.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/1600/532506/Study%20sessions%20with%20Zul.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember the study sessions for first block test? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So shy. I remember studying in AMK library with Siying and Ben. Morning to night. For a few consecutive days. Till I got a fever. Superb. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;End of term 1. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Maybe I should do one for 2005 too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-116482524165462088?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/116482524165462088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/116482524165462088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/2006-in-review-term-1.html' title='2006 in Review: Term 1'/><author><name>Fahizul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00428654415116069538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-116454856030198391</id><published>2006-11-25T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:06:14.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 &amp; lovin' it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday to the one and only Fifi!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/1600/581563/251020061522%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/320/121107/251020061522%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's not his cake that he's holding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/1600/547227/231120061617%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/320/786175/231120061617%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5574/1137/1600/38214/231120061617%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-116454856030198391?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/116454856030198391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/116454856030198391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/18-lovin-it.html' title='18 &amp; lovin&apos; it!'/><author><name>Fahizul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00428654415116069538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-116387497826470731</id><published>2006-11-19T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T10:37:02.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Freedom</title><content type='html'>I love this blog. It's kinda private. It's like a personal private portable paired diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates will come shortly. I'm a man of my words eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get myself together first. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find it difficult to understand people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's Life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-116387497826470731?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116387497826470731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=116387497826470731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/116387497826470731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/116387497826470731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2006/11/ultimate-freedom.html' title='Ultimate Freedom'/><author><name>Fahizul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00428654415116069538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-116092147142425729</id><published>2006-10-15T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:32:04.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2 classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I still remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can still remember last year's PAE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tsk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No emo emo posts yet. No nostalgic-recalling-of-the-past-700-days yet. Not now.&lt;br /&gt;But Graduation was a blast. All the 3 hours for a certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll get into my emo mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll post all the rare and previously unreleased photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll post about stuff you all would have forgotten about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll show my appreciation to specially picked (from the thousands. heh.) friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll tell you who I hate and who I love to insult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay maybe I wont do the last one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh you'll cry alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You'll cry so hard you'll start hugging your dusty monitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YOU WILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But for now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just go and study lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5574/1137/400/Physics%20Class%20Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Congratulations on your Promotion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5574/1137/400/228%20Jersey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I'm luvin 'em jerseys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-116092147142425729?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116092147142425729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=116092147142425729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/116092147142425729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/116092147142425729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2006/10/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Fahizul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00428654415116069538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-115902688369274341</id><published>2006-09-23T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:57:05.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fahizul's Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our band still doesn't have a name. So I'm calling it &lt;strong&gt;Fahizul's Band&lt;/strong&gt; for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the photos. Bleargh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I'm not going to talk about the band. Just have a look at the photos. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5574/1137/1600/080820061221%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5574/1137/320/080820061221%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Jamming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5574/1137/1600/G6%201%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5574/1137/320/G6%201%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Taken by Qing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's still a lot more photos. Like I said, I'm not in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of them. So why should I post? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-115902688369274341?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/115902688369274341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/115902688369274341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2006/09/fahizuls-band.html' title='Fahizul&apos;s Band'/><author><name>Fahizul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00428654415116069538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-115652826571262778</id><published>2006-08-25T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T11:07:08.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Prelims</title><content type='html'>Yo wazzup!Now it's my turn to blog after so many eons since i last log in.Ya first thing first is about the prelims.Gp was exceptonally tough and maths paper 2 was a killer....man..dun tink can pass...aiya but nvm prelim over so oso no point thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day audition was a wee bit better than last yr's one.Thought we could make it but we didn't.Quite sad lar coz everyone was geared up for it.Hmmm...we gonna try for the MFC but it would be tough coz got a few other superb bands around.Heard that the winner would get a recording contract or something.Woohoo!!If we get that, we could be some big superstar!Haha....wishful thinking on my part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'll end it here.Short n Sweet n Sour. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then be cool!(Like the one in this pic  -l-"  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1209/1600/DSC00232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1209/320/DSC00232.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-115652826571262778?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115652826571262778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=115652826571262778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/115652826571262778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/115652826571262778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/post-prelims.html' title='Post Prelims'/><author><name>Zulfiqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874841435419421806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-115504557601979556</id><published>2006-08-08T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T06:59:36.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jamming sessions, injuries, IPP, stacks of prelim papers, ODAC Party, voodoo doll, my lousy block test results, night study sessions, a few crushes, some guy trying to look like an NS man, cheese burglar, College Day, Sports Day, National Day, Qing's birthday and someone's puppy love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5574/1137/1600/010820061164%20copy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5574/1137/320/010820061164%20copy.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5574/1137/1600/010820061164%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It's finally here.&lt;br /&gt;No. Not the prelims. Not my birthday. Not National Day. Not the ignition-of-bursting-charge-from-their-launched-shells due to National Day. The study break is finally here. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be my last post on this blog. "Everyone blogs to be famous" - ST STOMP. I think I'm famous enough. No blogging required. Lol. God knows what's going to happen to this blog. The owner deserves to be castrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall end with a few words of advice to those reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5574/1137/320/250720061144%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Just don't be a sleepyhead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Don't be angry with me hor..insulting is my passion.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-115504557601979556?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/115504557601979556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/115504557601979556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-best.html' title='All the Best.'/><author><name>Fahizul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00428654415116069538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-115362248805555901</id><published>2006-07-23T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:35:34.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog's mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wonder why Zulfiqar's not blogging. Seems like he's giving me the blog already. I think I'll only blog weekly. And Zulfiqar's going to blog anually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This week is all about mindmaps, essay outlines, AQs, prelim papers, Chenyun's birthday, someone waking up on the wrong side of the bed, Qing Tian, a pretty girl and a jealous guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5574/1137/320/200720061098%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After all that..it was time to go out and have some fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me, Sheng, Qing and Alaric - Marina Square and Swissotel The Stamford. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After Sheng bought his jacket, we decided to go on some new (and short) adventure. It was all Qing's idea. He and his "I want to go to some tall building and take some photos". So I suggested we head to a hotel. I think we were quite lucky. Some guy (some rich guy I mean) in the elevator was heading to the restricted top floors. So....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5574/1137/320/220720061114%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was the...er...65th floor? Think so. Balcony of private gymnasium = Place to take 215785 photos. The view was spectacular. Someone's legs were shaking. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until......6 security guards approached us. They said we were not allowed up there. So we were escorted back to the lobby where the supervisor took our names and I/C numbers down. We could be fined you know. But they let us off with a warning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5574/1137/320/220720061119%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nah...I was just kidding. Balderdash. Anyway, for just around $1300 a night, you too can enjoy such a privilege. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh I'll be back alright. One day. When I have the money. You just wait and see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-115362248805555901?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115362248805555901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=115362248805555901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/115362248805555901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/115362248805555901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-blogs-mine.html' title='This blog&apos;s mine!'/><author><name>Fahizul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00428654415116069538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-115294520315812027</id><published>2006-07-15T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:38:48.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Response</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should we?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't give a definite answer. But I would love to as of now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would love to do so but we'll see how"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want...I don't want lah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahem...mm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"If you can impress me at our next session, then I would say yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was on my way back home last night and I saw this. It was the 3rd floor of my college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5574/1137/320/140720061079%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eerie blue glow out of nowhere? No...someone just forgot to switch off the projector. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-115294520315812027?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115294520315812027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=115294520315812027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/115294520315812027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/115294520315812027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/response.html' title='The Response'/><author><name>Fahizul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00428654415116069538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-115270441009363602</id><published>2006-07-12T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T04:41:40.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Revival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not Zulfiqar. I'm just one of his classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was tasked to voluntarily revive his blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1209/320/120720061068%20copy.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 guys - 5 Personalities&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-115270441009363602?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/115270441009363602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=115270441009363602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/115270441009363602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/115270441009363602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2006/07/revival_12.html' title='The Revival'/><author><name>Fahizul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00428654415116069538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-114917244472463760</id><published>2006-06-01T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T07:46:02.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to oneself</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;.... and so those few sentences rendered, made me realized that there's alot more things that i've yet to discover and i seek solace in my endeavours....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, i reckoned that Paul Twohill's of S'pore Idol is damn cool.I wonder when can i get a hairstyle like his.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-114917244472463760?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114917244472463760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=114917244472463760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/114917244472463760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/114917244472463760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2006/06/note-to-oneself.html' title='Note to oneself'/><author><name>Zulfiqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874841435419421806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-114441528586713952</id><published>2006-04-07T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T06:09:56.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO GO YJ!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!!It was fantastic man this wk coz YJ posted their first victory in the A Division Soccer Tournament.Yeah!!.At the same time, we managed to avenge on the 5-1 loss to us by SRJC inflicted to us earlier during as friendly.Man, the soccer team was really united and teamwork is instrumental in helping us garner those precious 3 points.I must say that my pal Nicko was really playing at his peak and managed to notched a hat-trick.Credit also goes out for the midfields and the defence for their solid foundation throughout the match.&lt;br /&gt;Ok after the match stayed back to watch the MI-VJC game.Heard that their students are supportive for their soccer lads, so i must see for myself.Man, those who were there must be overwhelmed by the sight.Ok i must admit that can spot some chio-bus there but apart from the looks,they were really cheering and rallying for the team.&lt;br /&gt;Pertinent to the match, both sides matched each other well in the first half but somehow MI slacked in the second one.At the penultimate,VJC edged out MI 2-1.After the match slacked at BK with Pras...he shared with me some tips on enhancing my gameplay.Aha...gonna heed his advice so that i can become the next player to score hattrick.Yeah!!.Ok i'm shagged now gtg.bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJC vs AJC 3-2&lt;br /&gt;SAJC vs ACJC 2-0&lt;br /&gt;RJC vs NYJC 2-0&lt;br /&gt;TPJC vs TJC 1-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VJC vs MI 2-1&lt;br /&gt;SRJC vs &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YJC&lt;/span&gt; 0-3&lt;br /&gt;NJC vs IJC 2-0&lt;br /&gt;CJC vs JJC postponed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other results:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rjc vs HCI 4-0&lt;br /&gt;SAJC vs MJC 3-2&lt;br /&gt;TJC VS NYJC 0-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Group B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI vs SRJC 3-1&lt;br /&gt;CJC vs NJC 0-2&lt;br /&gt;NJC vs JJC 0-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YJC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;vs MI 0-3&lt;br /&gt;IJC vs CJC 4-4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-114441528586713952?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114441528586713952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=114441528586713952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/114441528586713952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/114441528586713952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2006/04/go-go-yj.html' title='GO GO YJ!'/><author><name>Zulfiqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874841435419421806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-114321650299951876</id><published>2006-03-24T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:15:18.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fine Day(Qing Tian)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Woohoo!!FIFI's back and with a new blogskin!Kinda cool though i'm not the one who made it...but nonetheless its cool....well today is the last paper of the block test but i'm not going to rejoice as i don't think will be scoring well for the papers...aha but the dissapointment just lasted for a while coz after that we went jamming.Although the performance today was somewhat mediocre, i can say that we are progressing quite smoothly.Jammed the song Qing Tian by Jay Zhou and some few other songs...I reckoned that Ben did a superb job with the keyboard and Qing on the drums...but still i don't think we'll ready for the Wed Expresso....are we?well just wait and see =)&lt;br /&gt;Going for the NS checkup pretty soon.Man, time really flies and now i'll be in NS in no time.I've took some time researching on the pros and cons of the NS listings.If i'm listed to the army, man life would be damn tough lar.sure kena scolded vulgarities one. Civil defence is much more worse.The base is situated at the Chua Chu Kang cemetery there.Thinking of the place makes my hair stand on its ends.With those two out, police is the best and wise option but there's some requirements that i must fulfill to make the cut.Nvm..let see how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;Ok need to chaoz to get my beauty sleep for tml match against MI.Stay tuned for the results..OutZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-114321650299951876?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114321650299951876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=114321650299951876' title='0 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style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Woke up at 8.30am.Was supposed to be in JJC at 9pm.Yar...you guessed it right...was damn late when i reached there.Took the cab and dropped at Lakeside Mrt.Took the wrong bus 246 when its supposed to be 240.So had to make a detour but luckily, there was a JJC girl who kindly accompanied me to her school.When i reached the school, there's a match between JJC and MI.Final scoreline was, MI won 3-2.MI is a team to watch in this upcoming tournament as they have skillful players and also of a well-build poise.I kind of like the pitch at JJC because its an artificial one and is nicer to kick the ball around with.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the next match was ours, that is YJC.We're up against MI.I played during second half and had a good game.We won MI 4-0 but its not surprising as we played against a second-string side.The starters were on the bench as they were previously up against JJC.Nonetheless, the score was a morale booster for us as we played without our main players such as Sufyan and Kai Dick.&lt;br /&gt;Ok since i'm dedicating this entire entry to soccer, i might as well list out the teams we are against in this A'Division tourney;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJC&lt;br /&gt;NJC&lt;br /&gt;VJC&lt;br /&gt;SRJC&lt;br /&gt;MI&lt;br /&gt;JJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does our opening match against VJC sounds like? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-114241943723680134?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114241943723680134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=114241943723680134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(this sucks, i noe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Kai Dick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YJC 2 : 1 IJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hamiley, Sufyan)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YJC 0 : 1 AJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(None)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YJC 4: 0 NYJC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jia Hui, Baqi, Sufyan2)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This sums up all the soccer matches played during this short span of two weeks.It was hectic and quite exhaustive for me but overall, the soccer team had great fun and in the process we gelled as a team.Kudos to the players for their great performances and i hope this display can continue in the matches to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-114148336962938610?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/114148336962938610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=114148336962938610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/114148336962938610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/114148336962938610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2006/03/yj-soccer-oi.html' title='YJ Soccer OI!'/><author><name>Zulfiqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874841435419421806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-113915061119486673</id><published>2006-02-05T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:16:33.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor (Khatib Camp)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm...ok today is YJ Jogathon Day.Was supposed to run but my calf injury prevented me form doing so.Its a good thing actually coz i doubt i have the stamina to compete the 5km.On top of that, i didn't even know the route.Scared later run the girls route or something.&lt;br /&gt;Went to skool at 6pm to help Mr Fauzi with the Jogathon thingy.It was freaking dark where most of the lights were not yet switched on.I was stationed at Water Point 28.Actually, its near the Khatib Campsite.Mr Fauzi drove us there.We were told that the runners would only arrive in 3hrs time.Great.Just me and Fadzil.So we sat there and crap for the whole 3hrs.&lt;br /&gt;When the runners were at the vicinity, we had to set up the water point for them.First up was Soon Long.He was leading the pack with no one else at sight.We shouted and cheered for him.As a result, he tripped over the side of the pavement.Because of our bloody mouths, he was overtaken at penultimate by eventual winner, Dinie.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, more runners came.They were quite fastidious as in the sense that some wanted 100-plus and some ask for cold drinks.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They thought our station was a coffeshop or something?&lt;/span&gt;Fadzil insisted that he wanted to distribute the cups of water coz he wanted to interact with the girls.Being delirious by nature, i complied and went to pick up the cups on the ground aka to all as rubbish collector.&lt;br /&gt;When the last pack of runners arrived, the water was damn dirty and even had leaves inside becoz our station was under some trees.Some girls whinned and some even threatened to complain.Poor Fadzil coz he had to handle with the girls whinnings while i was diligently picking up the cups.&lt;br /&gt;When the last runner ran past us, we packed up and waited for Mr Keith Koh to fetch us.Fadzil and I went to pick up the remaining cups on the ground while i listened to his ramblings on the girls whinnings.He told me that his reputation is tarnished.Damn funny man...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See lar....told u that this job isn't glamorous :)&lt;/span&gt;.The even hilarious part is that when Fadzil went to pick up a cup inside a narrow drain.When he lifted his legs over the railings, we heard a tearing sound.I couldn't stop laughing man.He had to cover the part with his hands or something for the whole journey coz the tear was quite large.&lt;br /&gt;Ok after the Jogathon thingy, still had the energy to go jamming.Session with Pras was fun and I learned a plethora of new chords.Looking forward to the next session with u bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-113915061119486673?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113915061119486673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=113915061119486673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/113915061119486673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1209/320/Picture%2016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok this shot was taken while this person was studying intensively.Candid picture.Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1209/1600/Picture%2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1209/320/Picture%2015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok here's Chen Yun.He's the bassist of our band.Look out for him in future performances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1209/1600/Picture%2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1209/320/Picture%2014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Qing the Spiderman!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1209/1600/Picture%2013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1209/320/Picture%2013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Twosome seating together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1209/1600/Picture%2012.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7481/1209/320/Picture%2012.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Benjamin peeping at the J1s..... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-113663879954413564?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113663879954413564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=113663879954413564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/113663879954413564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/113663879954413564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2006/01/pictures-speaks-more-than-thousands.html' title='Pictures speaks more than thousands words.'/><author><name>Zulfiqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874841435419421806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-113370966299187234</id><published>2005-12-04T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:17:14.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dude's back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hi there.Ok trying to ignite the willingness to blog again in this short stint due the request of a friend. :) I'll try to be more casual in the blog as i know y'all may be sick &amp; tired of the eloquent-ness and all.Ok let me recall todays happenings.Firstly i went to get my soccer boots!!I'm so overwrought of the idea of getting the boots coz i've been aiming quite a period of time for this one.Its the Adidas Boots 4AC Provider TRXF GM.Cool!!70 bucks well spent.Bought the socks as well.Haha.. well this boots better help YJ score during the AJC Cup which preceeds the A division which i hope to be the top scorer :)....(ok dream on)&lt;br /&gt;Ok then went to Orchard coz my sis ask me to accompany her to watch those Anugerah &amp;amp; Project Superstars Finalist there.Man it was damn crowded there and i could only managed to catch a glimpse.Ok maybe more than one glimpse.The cool thing is that my sis manage to get the signature and photograph of Pug Jelly's lead singer!envy-ness.Hah..i decide not to proceed coz i think i will be stuck in the moshpit before long.Have been a tiring day today and i need to get my beauty sleep before tml soccer training inaugurate.Chaos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-113370966299187234?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/113370966299187234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The results have been released and here i am ruminating about over my performance in school.The questions in most subjects seemed some kind of deja vu whereby i remembered having seeing it before.This was further confirmed by my cliques who told me that it's in my tutorial notes.A cauldron of thoughts and feelings swirled around my already perplexed mind.I realize that i need to be meticulous in my work to improve on my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13660373-112135819422751688?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/112135819422751688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=112135819422751688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/112135819422751688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/112135819422751688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2005/07/week-later.html' title='A week later'/><author><name>Zulfiqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874841435419421806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-112031540314971048</id><published>2005-07-02T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T02:49:34.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grotesque</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maths was a killer.The others was pretty ai'te.Blame myself for procrastinating on my revision.Maybe i'm not responsible enough to take 4 subs.The reason why i took 4 subs is not to be paramount.It's just because i'm still vacillating about my future career.I feel that i'm still fuzzy in the head to decide for myself.I'm sceptic about the outcome of my results.The prerequisite for promotion to JC2 is quite poignant.2'A' , 1'AO' passes.I'm not keeping my hopes high though.Never mind there's still plenty of time to the promos to refute all odds that i'm still surviving this hectic rat race.My sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If A equals success, then the formula is: A=X+Y+Z. X is work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut."&lt;br /&gt;~ Albert Einstein ~&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/13660373-112031540314971048?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/112031540314971048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=112031540314971048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/112031540314971048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/112031540314971048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/2005/07/grotesque.html' title='Grotesque'/><author><name>Zulfiqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874841435419421806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13660373.post-111885706354335169</id><published>2005-06-15T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T02:49:50.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Appetite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another day passed and man time really do fly.It's the third week already but still i haven't revised any subject thoroughly yet.Guess i've got to buck up.I can almost feel the propinquity of the Promos and my conjecture is that it wouldn't be easy.Already struggling with four subs and no i can't afford to retain.Due to the new JC curriculum in 2006,it contemplate that the 2006 intakes would have to study a least one contradicting subject.Therefore,those who retained would be in great calamity.It's a bit ludicrous for "procrastinators" like me which would mean an onimous sign if we don't buck up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only source of knowledge is experience"&lt;br /&gt;~ Albert Einstein ~&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/13660373-111885706354335169?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111885706354335169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13660373&amp;postID=111885706354335169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13660373/posts/default/111885706354335169'/><link rel='self' 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contradicting myself here.It is abit of a paradoxical statement as i enjoyed the trip but as i look back, i realize that most of the time i'll go around gallivanting all by myself.It isn't quite right.There's some idiosyncrasy in my behaviour and is still an enigma to me.But never mind its pointless to think about such things at the moment.There's promos that i have to look forward to.Now i'm here it's back to the books.I'm turning into a recluse and i'm hastening the process.So long and gd night.&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/13660373-111874243943032546?l=nondescript-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescript-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111874243943032546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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