<?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-8948684</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:34:40.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jon Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>A very boring blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-4490981825092967836</id><published>2009-03-26T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:41:51.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New hair-do!</title><content type='html'>Me and darling just went to cut hair last sunday at Storm at century square.&lt;br /&gt;Our first adventurous cut , a place we've not yet tried. And not that cheap (to us  lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But behold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/ScsGnHW89RI/AAAAAAAAANM/_cI3PljXqvw/s1600-h/DSC00983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/ScsGnHW89RI/AAAAAAAAANM/_cI3PljXqvw/s320/DSC00983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317351054100985106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/ScsGnSPKJcI/AAAAAAAAANU/nCdxhORs3-U/s1600-h/DSC00984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/ScsGnSPKJcI/AAAAAAAAANU/nCdxhORs3-U/s320/DSC00984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317351057021085122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling's soooo cute. Oh and I stole screenshots today on skype in her labcoat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Jonthan/AppData/Roaming/Skype/Pictures/Video%20call%20snapshot%204.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/ScsHTuqJQ7I/AAAAAAAAANc/1D2Clh0l7Jg/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/ScsHTuqJQ7I/AAAAAAAAANc/1D2Clh0l7Jg/s320/Video+call+snapshot+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317351820564710322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna do anything to make u cry..but I just do.&lt;br /&gt;Moody or not I know my faults. Love ya dear ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-4490981825092967836?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4490981825092967836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=4490981825092967836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4490981825092967836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4490981825092967836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-hair-do.html' title='New hair-do!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/ScsGnHW89RI/AAAAAAAAANM/_cI3PljXqvw/s72-c/DSC00983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-210729866060460361</id><published>2009-03-09T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:54:37.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>Bleh I got tired trying to keep track of training progress. It's just..tiring LOLz.&lt;br /&gt;Well for one I missed training today cause i feel sicky. And the weather doesn't really appeal to me to dip into cold water. So yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-210729866060460361?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/210729866060460361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=210729866060460361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/210729866060460361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/210729866060460361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-4157422612198332328</id><published>2009-02-20T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:30:50.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though words could not express entirely,&lt;br /&gt;the deepest depths of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And never will I say,&lt;br /&gt;I love you near enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there be times of trials&lt;br /&gt;In spite and anger cryeth,&lt;br /&gt;Yet God brought us tru,&lt;br /&gt;Till the end; I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2nd Anniversary :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-4157422612198332328?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4157422612198332328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=4157422612198332328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4157422612198332328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4157422612198332328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!~'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-5838132270996824810</id><published>2009-02-19T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:13:43.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifesaving #5! With BONUS!</title><content type='html'>First off the day is 19th February 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FIRST DAY of my braces treatment&lt;/span&gt;! More info in my braces blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mybraceslog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://mybraceslog.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do check it out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training #5 19 February, Thurs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was much less tiring, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;We did a refresher on the tow victim to side and landing...man I need a lighter partner lol.&lt;br /&gt;Also, we tried with assistance (by-stander)...still very heavy dudes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we did something really cool. We did face-first surface dive followed by leg-first surface dive. 4m deep. Man my ears seriously hurt bad. Like they were going to explode...or implode. Anyway, there's a technique called equalizing where you blow with your nose and mouth closed (ie, through your ears, if that's even possible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...after that we did land based EAR, learning the recovery position. We also learned how to do dr.ABC and learn the finger sweeps/swipes to remove any objects present. Also when the victim 'vomits', how to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we did a simulation where the 2 instructors actually ate food like papaya, pear, banana, worse of all being OREO. Chew into a goo. Thankfully I wasn't the one practicing when food was used. Phew. It's super hilarious, like a drama class. The victim actually threw up all over his face and shirt and all. GROSS. Some internal dirty jokes about fingering I shall not reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day! no crazy swimming. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-5838132270996824810?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5838132270996824810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=5838132270996824810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5838132270996824810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5838132270996824810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/lifesaving-5-with-bonus.html' title='Lifesaving #5! With BONUS!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-8493260918151754925</id><published>2009-02-19T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:44:14.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Training #4 (make up): 18 Feb Wed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Rather enjoyable! Not much physical training, more on skills and techniques. How to use rescue aids such as rigid stick, long-sleeved shirts, kickboards, life-bouy and most fun of them all...rope throw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sculling water with hands only...It's hard to describe, easy to say, very hard to do. Our standoff position is sculling with 2 hands, horizontal face up, one leg raised to surface level. Try it! Test yourself to see how long you can stay balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After or before that (I really forgot the sequence), we learned how to do water entries  etc..plundge, impact xxx(i forgot the name! oh no).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very fun day I think...Have training later at 730...so ciaos first :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-8493260918151754925?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8493260918151754925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=8493260918151754925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/8493260918151754925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/8493260918151754925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/training-4-make-up-18-feb-wed-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-7699870110094890225</id><published>2009-02-16T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T02:00:23.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving lives for you and me</title><content type='html'>Recently I decided to join the lifesaving course organised by NTU, it consists the Lifesaving 1/2/3, CPR and BM(Bronze Medallion). I kinda joined late, last monday 9th of Feb. I'll try to outline the training programme that I had...it's kinda shag, really.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the regular training schedule is Mon, Thurs 7.30pm to 10.30pm. I gotta make up for the lessons I missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;9th Feb, Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off with a categorization test...basically to see if you're fit enough for the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;50m breaststroke or freestyle swim under 1minute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 minutes of treading water followed by&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 minutes of treading water without hands ( just legs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;After the treading my legs were screaming!! The tightness of wanting to cramp up and yet not cramping...and more of these to come. Zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that:&lt;br /&gt;6 laps of Lifesaving Backstroke (ie: 1 hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 laps of freestyle (kicking only) with kickboard+&lt;br /&gt;4 laps of breaststroke (kicking only) with kickboard&lt;br /&gt;(at this point my legs were so super tight...and only 5-10 seconds of rest after each lap~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 laps of lifesaving tow (backstroke)+&lt;br /&gt;2 laps of lifesaving tow (backstroke)- supposedly side but I haven't learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we proceeded to the 4m diving pool to learn defensive blocking. This is to defend outself from an uncooperative victim and to keep a safety distance. Normally we will do a leg push , but that day we learnt how to do an "Arm Block" if the victim is too close for a Leg push/block. The details of how we did it...well it's too graphical to discribe in words to I'll leave it at that :). We basically did this all the way till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh. We also learnt how to release grips if the victim managed to grab our wrists and stuff. Sorta like doing Aikido or Jujitsu, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Oh I did not mention, apparently we can't wear goggles for the test. So most of the the time we train without goggles...for the first time, I found out the degree of strain that puts on our eyes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes day 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Training #2 : 12 Feb Thurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent all the time at the 4m diving pool. Did a little warm up laps, then we practiced abit of what we learnt last week. And...more Aikido/Jujitsu moves to unlock ourselves from victims that have grabbed us from the front, or the back, a bear hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was tough, because we mainly practiced in the water, having to tread water while waiting for instructions was sheer "shagness" or so I call it. We played "victim" and "rescuer". I think the funniest moments (come to think of it, quite scary) was that the instructor would pounce occasionally on unsuspecting "rescuers" and they would have to break free. Because of how sudden it was, and the size (he's kinda big..like twice, 3 times my size)...most of them couldn't get away on time and/or drink water. In fact, this course made me drink water alot..and I thought I was a decent swimmer. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the training, we learnt how to do EAR (Expired Air Resusitation), which is prior to CPR. The acronym is Dr.ABC which stands for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danger (surroundings to victim and to self)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Response (of victim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Airway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breathing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Circulation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Details, not too interesting. You could ask me if you are though...got some handbook hehe.&lt;br /&gt;That was all. The water treading being the most tiring exercise though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Training #3 (today): 17 Feb Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was by far the most tiring training yet! The swimming training (ya..at least to me la..yaya..I weak ) was basically consisting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm up (appetisers):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 laps freestyle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 laps breaststroke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 laps lifesaving backstroke ( ugh teach me sidestroke already will ya?!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Main course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 m freestyle kicking only (with kickboard)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 m breastroke kicking only (with kickboard)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 m freestyle or breaststroke Hand only (with leg float) x2 = 100m&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;100 m swim any style.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Total: 300m or 6 laps (the hand only being the MOST Tiring!~~)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;At this point I was like wha...shag! But upon completion, we were told that we're going to 4 sets of that. I was like...whaa..zz cannot la. Some girl called 'mariam' or something..haha her expression was damn funny. For effects sake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 m freestyle kicking only (with kickboard)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 m breastroke kicking only (with kickboard)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 m freestyle or breaststroke Hand only (with leg float) x2 = 100m&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;100 m swim any style.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Total: 300m or 6 laps (the hand only being the MOST Tiring!~~)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 m freestyle kicking only (with kickboard)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 m breastroke kicking only (with kickboard)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 m freestyle or breaststroke Hand only (with leg float) x2 = 100m&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;100 m swim any style.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Total: 300m or 6 laps (the hand only being the MOST Tiring!~~)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 m freestyle kicking only (with kickboard)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 m breastroke kicking only (with kickboard)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 m freestyle or breaststroke Hand only (with leg float) x2 = 100m&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;100 m swim any style.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Total: 300m or 6 laps (the hand only being the MOST Tiring!~~)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; And hardly any rest between each laps and sets we did. That's a total of....24 laps of hell~&lt;br /&gt;When I finished, my eyes were VERY blurry and I was seeing rings at each light source I thought I ws going to faint or lose my sight. scary. Not forgetting my legs were screaming "cramp!" and my chest about to burst inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we tried a 50m swim "to victim" followed by a "50m" tow using a long sleeve shirt. it's erm. relatively easy to swim 50m without any deadweight :| We took turns...and I really had difficulty when it was my turn to tow. I mean, it's hard enough to backstroke with one hand without load..with load..well basically I went under water most of the 50m back. Maybe also...my "victim was..just too heavy" lol. (dmg:100m or 2 laps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was basically learning lifesaving techniques; How to turn an unconscious face-down person up , progressively standing to while treading and then actual towing.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we learnt how to place a person to the side of the pool, and get up with ONE HAND. I couldn't really do it, except in a quite UNGLAM manner..zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was really tough for me. We took turns to pull each other out of the pool, like doing laundry we dip the person to gain momentum and then pull him/her up. Again, my partner was the 80kg-ish sort, while me a puny 60. He pulled me up quite effortlessly, whereas I could only pull him up to his stomach area before losing strenght. (Oh, we had to take extra 'precaution' not to rub the family jewel - for guys, against the pool side and stuff..could be quite painful.) and...we ended there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm super tired now, my eyes blurry still. But I had fun. Hope to be fitter and..heavier. Can't let my partner have such an easy time during the test: lol. 3 other guys are also 80ish. I'm in the deep end of the pool zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm trying to keep a count of the number of laps I swim each session to give me a grand total at the end...just for the sake of keeping track haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training #1: ~21 ish&lt;br /&gt;Training #2: ~none..the dive pool is quite a small square but treading water ish eq tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Training #3: ~34 ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they were 'regular laps' wun be so tiring. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Okie..Jon out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-7699870110094890225?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7699870110094890225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=7699870110094890225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7699870110094890225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7699870110094890225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/saving-lives-for-you-and-me.html' title='Saving lives for you and me'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-7872635173206108201</id><published>2009-02-05T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:12:50.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me n my braces!</title><content type='html'>I've started my braces already..well.5th feb 09. decided to make a progress weblog/blog and here's the add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mybraceslog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mybraceslog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the slow updates!...too lazy :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-7872635173206108201?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7872635173206108201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=7872635173206108201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7872635173206108201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7872635173206108201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-n-my-braces.html' title='Me n my braces!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-7526300188535358604</id><published>2008-11-30T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T09:57:03.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Exams</title><content type='html'>Time to shake the dust, rattle the cobwebs, and "I want to move it move it, I want to move it move it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....once again, too lazy to upload any photos. Well okay I'm trying to access my phone via bluetooth since I can't find my cable. but it's taking ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..what is darling doing now. Stll watching House, or zzz-ed like Ms.Piggie does? Well I guess having such intimate relationships you don't really have to blog any more when things get more private :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some photos I managed to upload...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what these faces are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/STGL9lTuKfI/AAAAAAAAALA/ilwVzrAH7MI/s1600-h/DSC00564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/STGL9lTuKfI/AAAAAAAAALA/ilwVzrAH7MI/s320/DSC00564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274150528730671602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/STGL9T7DQoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9JkidlfnsxE/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/STGL9T7DQoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9JkidlfnsxE/s320/DSC00544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274150524063793794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/STGK4_j-IdI/AAAAAAAAAKg/__kVyM1-R34/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/STGK4_j-IdI/AAAAAAAAAKg/__kVyM1-R34/s320/DSC00543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274149350367175122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And these plates...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/STGK4vesBII/AAAAAAAAAKY/6-jUqtmIKZg/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/STGK4vesBII/AAAAAAAAAKY/6-jUqtmIKZg/s320/DSC00550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274149346050049154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ultra Delicious Sushi w/ the most high reaching wasabi we've ever eaten! 0.99$ at Cathay. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/STGK3_OjTzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tnYKNCisUqs/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/STGK3_OjTzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tnYKNCisUqs/s320/DSC00561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274149333097467698" 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/8948684-7526300188535358604?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7526300188535358604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=7526300188535358604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7526300188535358604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7526300188535358604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-exams.html' title='After Exams'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/STGL9lTuKfI/AAAAAAAAALA/ilwVzrAH7MI/s72-c/DSC00564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-3701496817948028980</id><published>2008-09-04T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:58:33.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Size Exclusion Chromatography</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SL_MfugKNZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XAjRJg5FtwU/s1600-h/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SL_MfugKNZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XAjRJg5FtwU/s320/DSC00425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242133336713475474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SL_Mfxyo2PI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kPeji4B0Vco/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SL_Mfxyo2PI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kPeji4B0Vco/s320/DSC00427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242133337596287218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first photos I ever took for lab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly boring huh?!&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Little thing...next week doing ELISA ..who wanna lend me their hair sample?!&lt;br /&gt;Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought a 1TB Ext HDD from comex @ 219!&lt;br /&gt;It's got lots of goodies inside now..yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but sadly my com went moody on me....now still sustaining..never know when it will give up on me =.= oww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-3701496817948028980?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3701496817948028980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=3701496817948028980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/3701496817948028980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/3701496817948028980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/size-exclusion-chromatography.html' title='Size Exclusion Chromatography'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SL_MfugKNZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XAjRJg5FtwU/s72-c/DSC00425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-8604432352334842623</id><published>2008-08-21T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:38:05.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My rebuttal to my prof</title><content type='html'>Had some discussion regarding "why should young people show deference or respect to the elderly". Because the topic is breaking free of tradition, he insisted that we do not include tradition as a reason! I think most people answered and tend to stray to tradition...so here's my view, or attempt(which i replied to the prof via email)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have an opinion regarding the question of "Why must young people show deference to the elderly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have mentioned that the elderly have contributed more to the society than the young. Your rebuttal is that that may not be true, as there are young CEOs and managers which are supporting the economy through tax paying and employment opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to build on that argument and add some points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the context of Singapore; It is a fairly young nation. 43 years ago there were much uncertainties. Economical, socio-political upheavals resulted in riots and strikes. With no natural resources and no backing, we have certainly came along way to achieve the peace and security, economic stability and prosperity that we have. These were built on the sweat and blood of the older generation; The people, and of good governance. It could have been all or nothing...we might not have the luxury to study peacefully, as we now take education for granted; nor could we work. You might not even be teaching in NTU, true? (else where perhaps...) We might not even have the freedom of going out on the streets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the point about the young manager contributing more to society by paying more tax is moot, or would be moot, without the older generation, that is, the elderly now, having paved the way for the country's growth! While it may be as you said, that the future generations might not hold these concept of "honouring parents or elders", but i reckon that as we constantly instill in them the lessons that history teaches us, they will not be as deluded and apathetic by the notion (and of growing up) in peace. Therefore we "should" honour our elders, as do our "parents".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would this approach be less of "tradition" as a reason for why "should" the young respect the elderly? The Americans honoured Abraham Lincoln for his sacrifice to the country historically and even now. They do not do it "because my dad did it" or "my parents did so", but rather they understood the significance of the role he played which was a pivotal turning point in history which led them to where they are now.(Granted, they are educated as such, which I believe so.) By the same token I believe us as a younger generation and generations to come will comprehend if educated, the importance of our forefathers and elders/elderly, and will respect them so not because of tradition. Or not just because of tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one reason why we "should" respect the elderly that I think does not use tradition as a reason to do so, although tradition does play a part. I'm horrible at chinese but "Ying shui shi yan/yuan" or "know the source of the water" might aptly encompass this point of the argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm..so..comments please? This prof apparently dislikes the use of religion or "religious arguments", "traditions" to back these questions. He prefers "rational thought" or "thinking" or "modern thinking".  I seriously question the rationality of "rational thought"! paradoxical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-8604432352334842623?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8604432352334842623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=8604432352334842623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/8604432352334842623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/8604432352334842623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-rebuttal-to-my-prof.html' title='My rebuttal to my prof'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-7679096284867291667</id><published>2008-08-17T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:03:50.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>Yay new blog skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Congratulations Singapore! Olympic Silver Medal after 48 years drought! Well done Team Pong Pong! Eh, Ping Pong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well right now adjusted back to hall life. Hall 11. Not too shabby. Looked old and dull when I first moved. But it's a blessing in disguise. It's cool...no evening or morning sun, even cold some times at night. No need for air con halls ! save money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's fine...crazy content, okay pace. Just pace up! Well Darren, don't stress yourself too much. Pace up! It's a marathon man, not a 400m run! Take care of your body! and..God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...&lt;br /&gt;thanks for looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-7679096284867291667?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7679096284867291667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=7679096284867291667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7679096284867291667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7679096284867291667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-7489316113824982604</id><published>2008-07-23T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:51:14.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days to School</title><content type='html'>12 Days to School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Days to Resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am studying/playing/watching tv/doing my puzzle for my upcoming exam on thursday morning. HOW am I supposed to reach school by 9am?!?! Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is great...moving on, looking forward. Big plans, I'd say...big plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, some photos I took during an outing with my dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SIYP4O4jDiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/a0C6I34GB3A/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SIYP4O4jDiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/a0C6I34GB3A/s400/DSC00131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225881876352405026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SIYP4bOirDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kpizibqef6k/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SIYP4bOirDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/kpizibqef6k/s400/DSC00145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225881879665880114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SIYP4s6nKBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mesyVYlfHJo/s1600-h/DSC00156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SIYP4s6nKBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mesyVYlfHJo/s400/DSC00156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225881884414126098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SIYP4_nYB3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/V7K_BduLNxU/s1600-h/100_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SIYP4_nYB3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/V7K_BduLNxU/s400/100_0741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225881889433716594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these with my handphone!! Except the last one that was with HH's camera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I have this...(hint hint..jk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SIYS76YRzuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3_2Y_V3aoDs/s1600-h/40d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SIYS76YRzuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3_2Y_V3aoDs/s320/40d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225885238102707938" 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/8948684-7489316113824982604?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7489316113824982604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=7489316113824982604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7489316113824982604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7489316113824982604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/12-days-to-school.html' title='12 Days to School'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/SIYP4O4jDiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/a0C6I34GB3A/s72-c/DSC00131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-8077132055209241513</id><published>2008-06-27T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:47:01.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusting Off</title><content type='html'>A little dusting off cobwebs in this blog. First off, congratulations to the couple in class...God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I came to the realisation that blogging wasn't an outlet for emotions, anymore - hence the frequency of updating. In all my life, the greatest moments are memories that cannot simply be...written down in words. Life altering events, outings; just the bonding of friendship, is shared between friends, between loved ones. These sweet moments live on within us.&lt;br /&gt;(Just so you know I'm alive and kicking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow! I'm gonna survive one week without dear soon. It is probably the longest week of my life. Serious. Sunday began fine, being refreshed by church and God. But as monday came and the week bore on...loneliness it seems...was ever encroaching. Well I'm glad to have talked to you today, before my mind goes too wild. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little update which I ought to have done weeks ago. I passed my driving! On the 10th Jun. Yeah. I mean, after 2 tries, I finally passed. God's grace of course...long story short...the thought of the prospects of failing was very real...gives me the shivers even now. And the photo-license finally came!&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I have to collect it tomorrow. Stupid postman chose to deliver at odd timings earlier this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, special sem has begun last week, and today being the fourth session we already had a 10% weightage quiz. Which was definitely easy, but i learnt my lesson never to underestimate any module, because everyone else do equally fine you become...average. Duh&lt;br /&gt;Well, like mentioned...life's priorities changes, so somehow, excelling in this aspect just don't quite..appeal to me any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough dusting off...I wonder when I will blog next...or what I should blog it on. Maybe, most likely, I'm just plain lazy. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Well isn't better if people who read this blog, if any, just communicate with me? If communication were to by any means strengthen a relationship that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jonathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-8077132055209241513?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8077132055209241513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=8077132055209241513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/8077132055209241513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/8077132055209241513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/dusting-off.html' title='Dusting Off'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-6080056540287696315</id><published>2008-06-02T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:17:31.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Gift of God</title><content type='html'>is love undoubtedly. Love amongst strangers, love amongst countrymen. Love between friends and love between family members. Love, between my other half, who taught me the greatest of all ; God's love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember about this female evangelist that my pastor talked about. During world war 2, her husband had been mercilessly executed by a German commander despite her pleas. Not long after the war ended, she did about her evangelistic works proclaiming the forgiveness of sin, of love, and was pretty famous (sad, i can't remember any names.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during one evangelistic event, she was preaching and finally made an altar call (one which calls people to the front to accept Christ), she was full of joy, seeing the many who stepped forth. Then suddenly a familiar face that she could never forget. The rage inside of her boiled. Yes. She saw the ragged face of the German commander who cold blooded-ly murdered her husband. Here she was preaching about forgiveness and love, and yet her heart burned with hatred for the man. She cannot forgive, she cannot do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In desperation she cried to God for help, to help her love the man, that which she thought impossible to do. There as she determined to step forward, a supernatural love from God came upon her filled her up and with tears she reached forward and shook and hugged the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was solely for your reading really. But it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly I have been blessed with many things. But to me, the greatest of which is you my dear. You! You have changed my perspective on many things. You taught me how to love. How we ought to live Godly lives. How God placed you in my life so miraculously, so timely. You taught me the importance of fellowship, with men and with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely if God wants to shape my future, you probably have the biggest hand in it. Not to say everything revolves around you, but I think my future is directed around and for both you, and God. The passion I was had, the things which were not of real value and importance, they slowly lose their strongholds in my life. Instead you, family, friends and God start to fill up those gaps. Our plans for the future, I earnestly look forward to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, somehow I woke up with fears. Fears that I would lose you. That brought me to realise how important you are to me. That everything would crumple and time would surely stop for me. I know it's silly, knowing that above all else, we have God. But on this earth, I would like to have you for the rest of my 60 70 years or so..despite our inherent flaws..love transcends all. I would like to have the fellowship of my family and my friends. Love sums it all up. Indeed the greatest of all commandments is Love thy God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might...and Love thy neighbours as thyself. Ahaha..silly me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahah....hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-6080056540287696315?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6080056540287696315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=6080056540287696315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/6080056540287696315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/6080056540287696315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/greatest-gift-of-god.html' title='The Greatest Gift of God'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-1615782063823283719</id><published>2008-04-23T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:08:54.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch The Lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Walking on the road to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, the time had come to sacrifice again,&lt;br /&gt;My two small sons, they walk beside me on the road,&lt;br /&gt;The reason that they came was to watch the lamb.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daddy, Daddy, what will see there?&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much that we don’t understand,&lt;br /&gt;So I told them of Moses and father Abraham,&lt;br /&gt;Then I said dear children watch the lamb.&lt;br /&gt;There will be so many in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; today,&lt;br /&gt;We must be sure the lamb doesn’t run away.&lt;br /&gt;And I told them of Moses and father Abraham,&lt;br /&gt;Then I said “dear children watch the lamb”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we reached the city, I knew something must be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;There were no joyful worshipers, no joyful worship songs.&lt;br /&gt;I stood there with my children in the midst of angry men.&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard the crowd cry out “crucify Him”.&lt;br /&gt;We tried to leave the city, but we could not get away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Forced to play in this drama, a part I did not wish to play.&lt;br /&gt;Why upon this day, were men condemned to die?&lt;br /&gt;Why were we standing here, where soon they would pass by?&lt;br /&gt;I looked and said, even now they come.&lt;br /&gt;The first one cried for mercy, the people gave him none.&lt;br /&gt;The second one was violent, he was arrogant and loud.&lt;br /&gt;I still hear his angry voice, screaming at the crowd.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then someone said there’s Jesus, I scarce believed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;A man so badly beaten, He barely looked alive.&lt;br /&gt;Blood poured from His body, from the forms upon His brow,&lt;br /&gt;Running down the cross, falling to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I watched Him as He struggled, I watched Him as He fell,&lt;br /&gt;The cross came down upon His back, the crowd began to yell,&lt;br /&gt;In that moment I felt such agony, in that moment I felt such loss,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till a Roman soldier grabbed my arm and screamed, you, carry His cross.&lt;br /&gt;At first I tried to resist him, then his hand reached for his cross,&lt;br /&gt;So I knelt and took the cross from the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I placed it on my shoulder and started down the street,&lt;br /&gt;The blood that he’d been shedding was running down my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;They led us to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Golgotha&lt;/st1:place&gt;, they drove nails deep in His feet and hands,&lt;br /&gt;Yet upon the cross I heard Him pray, “Father, forgive them”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, never have I seen such love in any other eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Into thy hands I commit my spirit, He prayed and the He died,&lt;br /&gt;I stood for what seemed like years, I’d lost all sense of time&lt;br /&gt;Until I felt two tiny hands holding tight to mine,&lt;br /&gt;The children stood there weeping, and I heard the oldest say,&lt;br /&gt;“Father please forgive us, the lamb ran away”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daddy, Daddy, what have we seen here?&lt;span&gt;                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much that we don’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;So I took them in my arms, and we turned and faced the cross,&lt;br /&gt;Then I said “dear children, watch the lamb”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thevirtualillusion.com/music/tr-info.php?098f6bcd=1&amp;amp;id=47"&gt;http://www.thevirtualillusion.com/music/tr-info.php?098f6bcd=1&amp;amp;id=47&lt;/a&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/8948684-1615782063823283719?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1615782063823283719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=1615782063823283719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/1615782063823283719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/1615782063823283719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/watch-lamb.html' title='Watch The Lamb'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-8692687005259063448</id><published>2008-04-13T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T22:10:21.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wing a Wong Wang (Wand) Harry?</title><content type='html'>You just gotta bite this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; Purely in the interests of science, I have replaced the word "wand" with "wang" in the first Harry Potter Book&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; Let's see the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; "Why aren't you supposed to do magic?" asked Harry.&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; "Oh, well -- I was at Hogwarts meself but I -- er -- got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wang in half an' everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; A magic wang... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wang. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wang for charm work."&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; "Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; Harry took the wang. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wang above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; "Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wang, tapped the lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wang had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; He bent down and pulled his wang out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wang, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wang at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; Ok&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; I have found, definitive proof&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; that J.K Rowling is a dirty DIRTY woman, making a fool of us all&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; "Yes," Harry said, gripping his wang very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding.... Any second now, he might hear his mother again... but he shouldn't think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn't want to... or did he?&lt;br /&gt;melusine &gt; O_______O&lt;br /&gt;JonJonB&gt; Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JonJonJonB&gt; Then, with a sigh, he raised his wang and prodded the silvery substance with its tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JonJonJonB&gt; 'Get - off - me!' Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry's just so gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-8692687005259063448?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8692687005259063448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=8692687005259063448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/8692687005259063448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/8692687005259063448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/wing-wong-wang-wand-harry.html' title='Wing a Wong Wang (Wand) Harry?'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-1717608898543037240</id><published>2008-04-11T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:57:07.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="qt"&gt;IRC lamers(Can be crude but uncensored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="qt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i8b4uunderground&gt; d-_-b&lt;br /&gt;bonynomore&gt; how u make that inverted b?&lt;br /&gt;bonynomore&gt; wait&lt;br /&gt;bonynomore&gt; never mind&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;jontg&gt; Man, my penis is so big if I laid it out on a keyboard it'd go all the way from A to Z&lt;br /&gt;jontg&gt; wait, shit&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="qt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="qt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="qt"&gt;agentsmith&gt; It seems you have been leading two lives, Mr. Anderson. In one life, you are Robert Anderson, assistant cook at a Jack in the Box in Mesquite....in the other...you go by the chat alias "Randerson"...spreading homosexual propoganda, lying, and being a generally immature pest...&lt;br /&gt;agentsmith&gt; One of these...has a future.&lt;br /&gt;randerson&gt; LMAO OMFG where's the phone, I have to tell Dean about this&lt;br /&gt;agentsmith&gt; How can you use the phone when you cannot...speak?&lt;br /&gt;*** AgentSmith sets mode: +m&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="qt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;mooseondaloose&gt; Hey Mike&lt;br /&gt;goatboy&gt; what?&lt;br /&gt;mooseondaloose&gt; Pussy.&lt;br /&gt;goatboy&gt; er?&lt;br /&gt;mooseondaloose&gt; Pussy.&lt;br /&gt;goatboy&gt; and?&lt;br /&gt;mooseondaloose&gt; Pussy.&lt;br /&gt;goatboy&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;mooseondaloose&gt; Pussy.&lt;br /&gt;goatboy&gt; i dont get it&lt;br /&gt;mooseondaloose&gt; AND YOU NEVER WILL.&lt;br /&gt;goatboy&gt; bastard&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="qt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;eticam&gt; I was in biology class once, and the teacher said there was sugar in sperm&lt;br /&gt;eticam&gt; And a girl asked why doesn't it taste sweet then&lt;br /&gt;eticam&gt; When she realised what she said her face became red like a spanked monkey ass&lt;br /&gt;eticam&gt; Then the teacher said, because you taste sweetness with the front of your tongue, not the part of your tongue back in your throat&lt;br /&gt;eticam&gt; The girl started crying and left class ^^&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="qt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="qt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;sui88&gt; 67% of girls are stupid&lt;br /&gt;v-girl&gt; i belong with the other 13%&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="qt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="qt"&gt;Haha. Funny :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="qt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="qt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="qt"&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/8948684-1717608898543037240?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1717608898543037240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=1717608898543037240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/1717608898543037240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/1717608898543037240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/irc-lamerscan-be-crude-but-uncensored-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-5813175729462679861</id><published>2008-04-07T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:51:15.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R_nhsSxpfXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2TUxyl-g7oU/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R_nhsSxpfXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2TUxyl-g7oU/s320/DSC00364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186424596964408690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new look into our new canteen...and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;McDonald's. Subway. Canadian Pizza. Old Chang Kee. Some bistro. And more to come.&lt;br /&gt;Yummy new food court. Simply makes me feel happy and stress relieved to see the new seats, tables, structure. Toilets and lifts still in construction: To be used just next sem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite fastfood chain, Subway too! Going to grow fat. Have to start running more. I weigh 62.5~63Kg now! Gee...Put on weight liaos..sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie ciaoz.... for the girls...enjoy the canteen while you still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-5813175729462679861?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5813175729462679861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=5813175729462679861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5813175729462679861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5813175729462679861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/yay.html' title='Yay~'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R_nhsSxpfXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/2TUxyl-g7oU/s72-c/DSC00364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-7534818687440438621</id><published>2008-04-04T14:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:10:56.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUH?</title><content type='html'>Chinlin did this: and so did I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;88 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Speed test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW this places me in..:74422 of 1544018 position..top 5% of the population hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-7534818687440438621?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7534818687440438621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=7534818687440438621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7534818687440438621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7534818687440438621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/huh.html' title='HUH?'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-107859034980077826</id><published>2008-04-04T03:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T03:35:11.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic'O</title><content type='html'>The blind boy longed to see colours. I say to him;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the vastness of the dark sky, as the starry bodies shine in full glory.&lt;br /&gt;Listen! The birds of the deep blue sky singing in anticipation!&lt;br /&gt;The freshness of the trees and the air, green is its colour.&lt;br /&gt;You can see the blue of the ocean as the sound of waves beating against whitewashed rocks!&lt;br /&gt;The smell of the ocean that uplifts the very soul.&lt;br /&gt;The blind boy cannot see, but the assuring warmth of the sun looks radiantly red.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, he saw! But alas, he said, "I am but I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man cannot comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;Man cannot apprehend.&lt;br /&gt;He is minuscule, insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;The greatness of nature, simply overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;The wonders of creation, perplexing yet simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little spinoff yesterday's post. Yepz.&lt;br /&gt;Just feeling blue haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-107859034980077826?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/107859034980077826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=107859034980077826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/107859034980077826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/107859034980077826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/poetico.html' title='Poetic&apos;O'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-3196444818557026558</id><published>2008-04-03T02:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T03:18:55.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Crazy, Funky.</title><content type='html'>This is quite the week. 3 Quizzes - Tues, Friday AND Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;All of them I hardly ever attended lectures and certainly not tutorials since term break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only thank God for carrying me through. Without whom I will certainly burn out, having to read every lecture for the first time. It's late but I felt like blogging, ya know, dust the place a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now while logging in Facebook, I stumbled upon a mail from my inbox. It says: &lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;Have you booked your tickets yet?&lt;br /&gt;We have just 1 week to go and you will not want to miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for wanting to attend and remembering Reuben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuben, we love you!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom, dad and 'cher' Shimona - From Reuben Kee&lt;/blockquote&gt;I was quite puzzled. The name rings a bell. Oh! The talented dragonboater who had lost his life last year. I suddenly recalled, "Hey! I have this guy as a friend from Battle Stations, even in my friends list!" It dawned upon me that I, even I, had minimal, nonetheless contact with this guy. All this while I knew him to be some one from Battle Stations, but it never occurred to me that I added this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the thing is, the frailties of life is quite stark, well reality always has a way of jolting you back to it. Man is and has always been insignificantly small compared to the forces of nature, minuscule in the might universe, and all these are under God's jurisdiction. No, all these are God's creation, and every time I smell the freshness of the air, hear the bristles of the trees in the wind, the oceans beating against whitewashed rocks, feel the assuring warmth of the sun, look into the great vastness of the sky, as to the magnificence of astral wonders, every bit of it screams the intelligence, the creativity, the wonder and might of God. Every bit of it displays the glory of God. It's innate, trust me...the deepest recesses of our consciousness knows creation, and the Creator. That's why it's breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm pleased to know that Reuben knows Jesus. In his dying, he gains life - life eternal. Is that a good thing? I think it is. Well some people may think that why would God allow something horrible like that to happen. I guess in that context, God can work miracles, good things even from the bad things that happen in this world. Look at the memory that Reuben leaves behind, how his works have touched and changed lives, giving them more hope, and of course a yearning surely, but nonetheless an impact on their lives. Jesus once said in one of the parables, that a corn must first die and fall to the ground, before many can grow.(Referring to Jesus). It is probably the greatest honour and blessing to die in glorifying of God, and the greatest of rewards await. (No, not 49 virgins..ok, bad joke).  Well anyway, cya on the other side Reuben! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to go mug.&lt;br /&gt;It's orgasmic.&lt;br /&gt;Orgasmic Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-3196444818557026558?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3196444818557026558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=3196444818557026558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/3196444818557026558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/3196444818557026558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy-crazy-funky.html' title='Busy, Crazy, Funky.'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-432204586032337064</id><published>2008-03-19T01:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:51:16.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The days of days</title><content type='html'>What days? Birddays. Literally! It's daniel(DA NIAO's)'s birdday! Wee. Also not to forget, happy birthday 1803! Haven't forgotten you guys too. Anyhow, the star tonight will be Daniel, since I went for his birthday celebration with Sivam, Russell, and...Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a simple meetup for dinner and a little pool session. I do suppose it was about time? It seems that all of us were so soaked up with the nitty gritties of life that the fellowship was broken. Alas, it was not to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the plan was simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1800hrs&lt;br /&gt;City Hall - Start Point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1810hrs&lt;br /&gt;Douby Gout? Goud? Gourd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1830hrs - xxxxhrs (Check Point 1)&lt;br /&gt;Parkmall - Sakae Sushi (buffet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx=2130hrs..&lt;br /&gt;Eat and talk cock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2130hrs&lt;br /&gt;Paradiz center (Check Point 2)&lt;br /&gt;fy_pool_day..kidding. just pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2300hrs&lt;br /&gt;head for home..boonlay!@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. That's the brief outline. I do feel quite lazy to type properly...especially when distracted with stuff. Well for one, Russell seemed overly love-sick! Lethargic, distracted, emo-tional, anxious. Well Russ, like Adeline said, pluck some courage from SOMEwhere. It may be infatuation,  it may be not. Either way, you have to choose to act like a man, or turn away. That's my take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to see you guys surviving. Especially Dan and Sivam...going to ORD soon. Well we'll meet up soon yeah. It's a pity player1 not there. Nvm. U got GM hax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to show that we are in the -IN- thing..here are some pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R-ARUpVTgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XXs1fom4CHM/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R-ARUpVTgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XXs1fom4CHM/s320/DSC00360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179158617866338450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us stoning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R-ARGpVTgII/AAAAAAAAAFk/Qyo0nfnMUfw/s1600-h/DSC00359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R-ARGpVTgII/AAAAAAAAAFk/Qyo0nfnMUfw/s320/DSC00359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179158377348169858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us in the right mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R-ARf5VTgKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1Ac3gTkWDE4/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R-ARf5VTgKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1Ac3gTkWDE4/s320/DSC00361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179158811139866786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's emo-ing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R-ARn5VTgLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/__EKB2oweIA/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R-ARn5VTgLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/__EKB2oweIA/s320/DSC00362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179158948578820274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya...he went to find her church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R-ASdpVTgMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MaRvIYs9SHg/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R-ASdpVTgMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MaRvIYs9SHg/s320/DSC00363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179159871996788930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daniel sighing..he's 22 now..a year older and 10 KGs heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for now folks!&lt;br /&gt;-ps Russ. was careful not to release any info!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-432204586032337064?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/432204586032337064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=432204586032337064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/432204586032337064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/432204586032337064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/days-of-days.html' title='The days of days'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R-ARUpVTgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XXs1fom4CHM/s72-c/DSC00360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-6789884454135103336</id><published>2008-03-17T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:08:42.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BB Vesper</title><content type='html'>Great God who knowest all our needs&lt;br /&gt;Bless Thou our watch, and guard our sleep;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive our sins of thought and deed,&lt;br /&gt;And in Thy peace Thy servants keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank Thee for the day that's done&lt;br /&gt;We trust Thee for the days to be;&lt;br /&gt;Thy love we learn in Christ Thy Son,&lt;br /&gt;O May we all His glory see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! The BB spirit lives.&lt;br /&gt;Jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-6789884454135103336?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6789884454135103336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=6789884454135103336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/6789884454135103336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/6789884454135103336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/bb-vesper.html' title='The BB Vesper'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-1347339045943161438</id><published>2008-03-07T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:59:36.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Programming Headaches</title><content type='html'>So...here I am trying to make things right. Let's take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;include &lt;stdio.h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main(void)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;    int A, a, sumInt;&lt;br /&gt;    flaot B, divFloat;&lt;br /&gt;    character c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    printf("\n Type a character A or a: ");&lt;br /&gt;    scanf("%f", &amp;amp;c);&lt;br /&gt;    if(c=A){&lt;br /&gt;        printf(" you have typed '%c' \n", c);&lt;br /&gt;    }else{&lt;br /&gt;        printf(" you have typed '%c' \n", c);&lt;br /&gt;    }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    printf("\n Type integer numbers for A and a: \n");&lt;br /&gt;    scanf("%d", &amp;amp;A, &amp;amp;a);&lt;br /&gt;    sumInt = A+a;&lt;br /&gt;    printf(" Sum of A(%d) and a(%d) is %d \n", A,a, sumInt);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    printf("\n Type a float number for B: \n");&lt;br /&gt;    scanf("%d", B);&lt;br /&gt;    divFloat = A*B;&lt;br /&gt;    printf(" A(%d) over B(%f) is %f \n",A,B, divFloat);&lt;br /&gt;       divFloat = A/a;&lt;br /&gt;    printf(" A(%d) over a(%d) is %f \n",A,a, divFloat);&lt;br /&gt;        divFloat = float A/a;&lt;br /&gt;    printf(" A(%f) over a(%d) is %f \n",A,a, divFloat);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what i made it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#include &lt;stdio.h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#define d 0&lt;br /&gt;#define D 0&lt;br /&gt;Main(void)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;    int A, a, sumInt;&lt;br /&gt;    float B, divFloat;&lt;br /&gt;    char c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    printf("\n Type a character d or D: ");&lt;br /&gt;    scanf("%c", &amp;amp;c);&lt;br /&gt;    if(c=D){&lt;br /&gt;        printf(" you have typed '%c' \n", c);&lt;br /&gt;    }else{&lt;br /&gt;        printf(" you have typed '%c' \n", c);&lt;br /&gt;    }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    printf("\n Type integer numbers for A and a: \n");&lt;br /&gt;    scanf("%d", &amp;amp;A, &amp;amp;a);&lt;br /&gt;    sumInt = A+a;&lt;br /&gt;    printf(" Sum of A(%d) and a(%d) is %d \n", A,a, sumInt);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    printf("\n Type a float number for B: \n");&lt;br /&gt;    scanf("%f", &amp;amp;B);&lt;br /&gt;     divFloat = (float) A*B;&lt;br /&gt;    printf(" A(%d) over B(%f) is %f \n",A,B, divFloat);&lt;br /&gt;     divFloat = (float) A/a;&lt;br /&gt;    printf(" A(%d) over a(%d) is %f \n",A,a, divFloat);&lt;br /&gt;     divFloat = (float) A/a;&lt;br /&gt;    printf(" A(%d) over a(%d) is %f \n",A,a, divFloat);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no..it just can't compile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blabberings 08..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-1347339045943161438?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1347339045943161438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=1347339045943161438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/1347339045943161438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/1347339045943161438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/programming-headaches.html' title='Programming Headaches'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-5796858934220577203</id><published>2008-01-20T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:51:18.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A grandiose closure to 21st year of my life</title><content type='html'>17th January 08 17:30 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to visit Darren in SGH as a class. I'm really glad to see him sober up and think straight, determined to set things right. I'm sure can do it bro! Waiting for you to come out then we can go out together.. You , Ren De...Me! Enjoy  your stay there ya! Make it meaningful and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex &amp;amp; Mei Lin, Jude &amp;amp; Yan Ru, Esther &amp;amp; I, and of course, You Sheng &amp;amp; Daniel. We went down to the food court opposite Outram MRT. Had some quick bites and a little catching up. Although I was pretty disappointed there wasn't enough stalls opened at that timing, I enjoyed the people! I mean, the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed down to Butter Factory with Dear for my school bash. It's my first time clubbing! Excited. Here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5Nsj--5JtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PvwFYEWN1xw/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5Nsj--5JtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PvwFYEWN1xw/s320/DSC00294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157585363727361746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5Ns8O-5JuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YjO3cBTM1wA/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5Ns8O-5JuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YjO3cBTM1wA/s320/DSC00295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157585780339189474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some Pics I took of the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5NtZe-5JvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kqMp_IerDE4/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5NtZe-5JvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kqMp_IerDE4/s320/DSC00304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157586282850363122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5Nto--5JwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bmZlkAUF450/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5Nto--5JwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bmZlkAUF450/s320/DSC00305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157586549138335490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right!? I mean, the shots. Ha Ha. Anyway, we danced a little. 12:00, January 18 08. Mr. Jonathan hits 22. Thanks for all that remembered! Thanks for all that didn't either, because all my friends made a difference in my life! And family of course. And so, dancing was cool. Although I'm not really into it, whatever. It's like my first time clubbing, why not just go with the groove and dance? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 January 08 18:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear had a surprise for me. She brought me to Dan Ryan's Chicago Grill. Americanized.&lt;br /&gt;There was something that caught my eye. At the bottom of the menu it reads: " Warning. We serve American portions only." I mean, ROFL! That's cute~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dear ordered carrot cake. Erm. The ENGLISH carrot cake which looks like (see below) that. Not Chai Tao Kuay ah!! Appetisers &amp;amp; Baby back ribs or something like that (we forgot to take any pics of those.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5NvZu-5JxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mmVL348sQSY/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5NvZu-5JxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mmVL348sQSY/s320/DSC00309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157588486168586002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5Nv_u-5JyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dDijDRYjP90/s1600-h/100_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5Nv_u-5JyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dDijDRYjP90/s320/100_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157589139003615010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5NwZO-5JzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/o8D9uOjN7Lo/s1600-h/100_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5NwZO-5JzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/o8D9uOjN7Lo/s320/100_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157589577090279218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5Nw0O-5J0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/os46fo2Guyg/s1600-h/100_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5Nw0O-5J0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/os46fo2Guyg/s320/100_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157590040946747202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5NxOO-5J1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/A9uQrdmyYZw/s1600-h/100_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5NxOO-5J1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/A9uQrdmyYZw/s320/100_0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157590487623346002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it! Great food. I was really surprised when they, the staff, brought the cake and sang "Happy Birthday" right there. My dear knew, and it was kind of a nice surprise..I feel so loved! Hee. So dear, thank you very much for an enjoyable 22nd birthday!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 January 08 13:00 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Daniel met up earlier to buy prezzie for my 2 nephews at Sun Tec. We headed down to Bugis to meet up with the cell group for Reachlight lunch at Oxford Hotel at 13:30 hrs. When we met Eugene and Denise, we heard the most shocking (albeit interesting) news. The two were fined drinking in the MRT. Actually, if you can visualise Bugis MRT, there were standing at the far right corner after you exit the gantry, which is near the exit. For a normal commuter (that is, me) I would not consider drinking there an offense! I think most people don't know. I think the management is just being a SNUB - whatever that means..it just sounds nice. Anyway, if it were me I'll be sure to STOMP the issue. I mean come on. The guys claimed that they played the "NO EATING AND DRINKING" announcement 5 or 6 times over the PA system. Would anyone, thinking that they are not in offense, pay any attention to that? I would certainly think it would be an offense if I were to be drinking within the gantry, train side; But certainly not when I'm near the exit?! Ridiculous. They didn't even have the courtesy to come over and warn them personally. I think they FAIL...maybe that's why they get stuck with that job. Pft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to create some awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lunch was crappy for $18 bucks. Serious. So I shan't talk too much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Dinner was just too great. Pariss International @ Marina Square. Oh no I forgot to thank my sisters. Anyhow, it was pretty pricy so I did expect much of it. It delivered...somewhat. The choices wasn't too fantastic, but it's been a long time since I indulged myself in such a spread. I'm glad dear you enjoyed yourself. Sorry forgot about the photos; too busy eating. My dear took a few at the end though, when I was happily eating black pepper crab. Hope it appetizers you! Here's one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5N1Su-5J2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/kAeD4ObDYGo/s1600-h/100_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5N1Su-5J2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/kAeD4ObDYGo/s320/100_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157594962979268450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday January 20 08 11:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellgroup. I was surprised with a Birthday Cake at the end. Really thank you all for the great company. Above all, thank God I have you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5N2IO-5J3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/np9xYJ7L7-0/s1600-h/100_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5N2IO-5J3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/np9xYJ7L7-0/s320/100_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157595882102269810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5N2ae-5J4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1F7RfFhbZeY/s1600-h/100_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5N2ae-5J4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1F7RfFhbZeY/s320/100_0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157596195634882434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Thank you all! And I love the water bottle it is really handy!&lt;br /&gt;And thanks Lie Cong bro. You've been very attentive and caring to the needs of the cell group, and also listening to me/us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:00 or...15:30...since the 2 lovey dovey were kinda late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanru &amp;amp; Jude, Me and Dear went Pasir Ris park for a photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;For this one, I think pictures will speak a volume much larger than words, so i'll direct you to Jude's flikr webby once he uploaded them. Here's a sample of what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; took with Jude's DSLR...Oooh I'm loving DSLR now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5N3Ue-5J5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/7yzFGJPp_HE/s1600-h/IMG_7501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5N3Ue-5J5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/7yzFGJPp_HE/s320/IMG_7501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157597192067295122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5N3jO-5J6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/P2LfaDzVqDU/s1600-h/hh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5N3jO-5J6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/P2LfaDzVqDU/s320/hh2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157597445470365602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great shots! Thanks Jude and Yan Ru for the wonderful time-out at the beach. We had fun...should do that some other time...with some other couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...too long and I need to prep for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-5796858934220577203?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5796858934220577203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=5796858934220577203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5796858934220577203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5796858934220577203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/grandiose-closure-to-21st-year-of-my.html' title='A grandiose closure to 21st year of my life'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R5Nsj--5JtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PvwFYEWN1xw/s72-c/DSC00294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-412968501722031470</id><published>2008-01-08T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:29:02.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fill In The Bits</title><content type='html'>FITB or Fill In The Bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what professors expect us to do. What a day to start of the new semester. Being shocked at the content we're going cover. The maths lecturer was another chinese national that could hardly be heard. Materials Science wasn't as bad but still bad. Thermodynamics was like some old uncle you'd expect to be at a Kopitiam drinking kopi talking on and on about how we should behave in lectures and how difficult a subject thermodynamics is. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely! My friend said, he simply can't see himself running around chemical plants and manhandling machinery. I'm not sure about myself but certainly not the best thing to do. Might probably cause some big explosion in Singapore. Wee! Meso Explosion! Im sure Shell could afford it..so rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so. This is going to be a very challenging semester, especially when I don't feel very studious. I only know I need to be, and feel like being, but am not. And I didn't get any electives assigned to me! What the hell? I think I need to be more prayerful about everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just failed my driving test my 2nd time. Not going to blog much...if you ask I'd tell. But yea.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how far into the Sem I can go before I start losing steam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-412968501722031470?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/412968501722031470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=412968501722031470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/412968501722031470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/412968501722031470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/fill-in-bits.html' title='Fill In The Bits'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-2224247063969357716</id><published>2008-01-03T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:16:04.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2008</title><content type='html'>It was a great year that has passed. Eventful, so to speak. So much has happened in the 21st year of my life. Ups, and downs, and everything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm, for one, very thankful for the friends around me. It's wonderful to start the new year with so many of them, surely. But first off, I thank David for hosting the party, for without which there would be none so enjoyable. All the chefs, Mei Lin, Jude, David, that did a great job whipping up magic, Betty for her wonderful, truly wonderful Tiramisu and strawberry cheesecake. The best I've ever tried, really. Thanks dear for a fun time with Ice Kachang, and thanks for those that came! I had much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 started off a little crazy after a night at David's place. Let's say we went to try a famous Ba Kut Teh...and followed up by watching AVP2 on it's opening day. Madness for mad classmates! Haha. AVP2 was quite a let down for me. Messy, not-so-original storyline, dark and unexplained many's. Nonetheless, I enjoyed the company of my friends! Thanks David for the drive around town, sorry for the detour haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all, this year I have to thank God for my dear. If not for her, I would have probably been a very lost soul in uni. If not for her I would have let a much more boring 2007. There were ups, and there were downs. There will be too, in the future. But let's strive together in love! I've grown much and learnt much. Enjoyed my 2007 thanks to you. Love ya! Happy 2008 ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all reflect and enjoy the past year. And to the challenges ahead in 2008, I'd say. Come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-2224247063969357716?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2224247063969357716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=2224247063969357716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/2224247063969357716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/2224247063969357716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy New Year 2008'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-3707622766271962138</id><published>2007-12-18T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:55:39.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from HK</title><content type='html'>Hi people. Sorry got back from Hong Kong some time already but too lazy to post something. Actually I've already uploaded photos to facebook already. So do check out there.. Will post when the urge comes..but right now..not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the link to album 1 &lt;a href="http://ntu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=14851&amp;amp;l=d27c2&amp;amp;id=672308195"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://ntu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=14851&amp;amp;l=d27c2&amp;amp;id=672308195&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a total of 8 albums! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-3707622766271962138?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3707622766271962138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=3707622766271962138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/3707622766271962138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/3707622766271962138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-from-hk.html' title='Back from HK'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-5106680340607861846</id><published>2007-12-01T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T03:02:26.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An After(exam)thought.</title><content type='html'>Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for bringing me through this. I would never have survived it without Him. Will otherwise flunk a couple of subjects already, and die of stress overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, me and dearie went JP and she got her shoes! I've got...Hellgate! Qweee..But I have problems running in on Vista. SIGH! And it's not too OK to do a patch update if ya know what I mean. But well, I've got BioShock and, Maple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now when I was a the laundry room, I saw the queerest insect ever! It looked like a huge spider with four legs and it flew around the fan. Eventually it rested on the doorway and that made me fear going out (and in). On closer inspection, there are 5 legs(2 behind, 3 in front, symmetrically spaced those at the front). It has a dragonfly looking body and small wings. Very weird indeed! Legs and wings, never seen any with these two. Sure scared the shit out of me..somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel very relieved. But hey! I've got 6 more examinable semesters to go. Jia you!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the grades will not turn out too bad this sem, that would at least give me motivation to work harder in the course. Yap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off...lots of things to do this hols. See ya after my HK trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. I hope to catch "I Am Legend" with my friends.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-5106680340607861846?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5106680340607861846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=5106680340607861846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5106680340607861846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5106680340607861846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/afterexamthought.html' title='An After(exam)thought.'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-7240197504806859124</id><published>2007-11-29T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:51:18.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R06V7cDoKVI/AAAAAAAAADs/1gXg8W3mGfk/s1600-h/rapist_search.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R06V7cDoKVI/AAAAAAAAADs/1gXg8W3mGfk/s400/rapist_search.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138209073252542802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA...sorry. I just can't study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-7240197504806859124?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7240197504806859124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=7240197504806859124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7240197504806859124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7240197504806859124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/11/lol.html' title='LoL'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/R06V7cDoKVI/AAAAAAAAADs/1gXg8W3mGfk/s72-c/rapist_search.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-317935236919293003</id><published>2007-11-29T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:08:08.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless hours</title><content type='html'>Oh my! I'm feeling extremely restless and finding much difficulty in settling down to study for my last paper which is tomorrow afternoon: Physics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! I never knew what it meant or feels to be this way. I guess the exams dragged too long, more than half a month! Very taxing on the mind, contents are heavier than I thought, yada yada yada. It seems like I'd rather do anything else other than study! Restless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELPPP..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-317935236919293003?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/317935236919293003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=317935236919293003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/317935236919293003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/317935236919293003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/11/restless-hours.html' title='Restless hours'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-4432661590838640789</id><published>2007-11-27T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:51:42.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Trap!</title><content type='html'>Are you word trapped? I think I am. I'm beginning to feel the ill effects of going through army - brain vegetation. Let's make it sound nicer, neural vegetation! Ah, that's more bio - sounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, it came upon me, and impressed me deeply, about the lack of any effort whatsoever to further improve my, our, standard of English. Like the lack of muscles leads to "&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;atrophy", quite evidently the lack of use of "proper" English led to a decline in the standard. Thus, I propose that we do the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vocabulary List"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I've just started today! I'm ashamed to not keep up with a lexicon that educated people of our age demands! I am, however, not ashamed to start today! Shall we? I aim to at least cover 5 words a week. www.dictionary.com is a good place to start. Of course, it would be better when our interest is sparked of a word which we read in some article that we know not of, then that word becomes listed! And, to ensure integration into our repertoire of words, we must  attempt to phrase it in a sentence ourselves, much like that Chinese exercise we used to do last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for good English! Hurray!&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/8948684-4432661590838640789?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4432661590838640789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=4432661590838640789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4432661590838640789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4432661590838640789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/11/word-trap.html' title='Word Trap!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-2385744634677264799</id><published>2007-11-03T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T17:21:37.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is HE? or is he not?</title><content type='html'>Something I just read, and it echoes what I'm mentioned a couple of posts much earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;Among the Jews there suddenly turns up a man who goes about talking as if He was   God. He claims to forgive sins. He says He has always existed. He says He is coming to   judge the world at the end of time… One part of the claim tends to slip past us   unnoticed because we have heard it so often that we no longer see what it amounts to. I   mean the claim to forgive sins: any sins. Now unless the speaker is God, this is really   so preposterous as to be comic… He told people that their sins were forgiven, and   never waited to consult all the other people whom their sins had undoubtedly injured. He   unhesitatingly behaved as if He was the party chiefly concerned, the person chiefly   offended in all offences. This make sense only if He really was the God whose laws are   broken and whose love is wounded in every sin. In the mouth of any speaker who is not God,   these words would imply what I can only regard as a silliness and conceit unrivalled by   any other character in history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;Yet (and this is the strange, significant thing) even His enemies, when they read the   gospels, do not usually get the impression of silliness and conceit. Still less do   unprejudiced readers. Christ says that He is "humble and meek" and we believe   Him; not noticing that, if He were merely a man, humility and meekness are the very last   characteristics we could attribute to some of His sayings. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;i&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Lunatic, Liar Or Lord)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often   say about Him: "I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I   don’t accept His claim to be God." That is the one thing we must not say. A man   who was merely a man and said the sort of thing Jesus said would not be a great moral   teacher. He would either be a lunatic--on a level with the man who says he is a poached   egg--or else he would be the Devil of hell. You must make your choice. Either this man   was, and is, the son of God: or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for   a fool, you can spit at Him and kill Him as a demon; or you can fall at His feet and call   Him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a   great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;- C.S Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Something else I came across that struck a chord with what was discussed earlier about the cure for cancer and was used as a analogy to the Gospel - The Good News of God's Salvation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Paul owed the gospel to every member of the human race. At one point in his life Paul (Saul of Tarsus) felt an obligation to  &lt;em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: 700;"&gt;persecute&lt;/em&gt; every Christian; but now Paul felt an obligation to  &lt;em style="font-style: normal; font-weight: 700;"&gt;preach&lt;/em&gt; to every creature (Paul was probably familiar with Mark 16:15). What obligation or gospel duty do you have (see 2 Cor. 5:17-21)? Those who are recipients of God’s good news feel burdened and obligated to pass it on to others!  If you were a medical researcher and you discovered  a cure for cancer, would you keep it a secret?  &lt;i&gt;Life is short; death is  sure; sin the cause, CHRIST THE CURE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8948684-2385744634677264799?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2385744634677264799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=2385744634677264799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/2385744634677264799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/2385744634677264799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-he-or-is-he-not.html' title='Is HE? or is he not?'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-3297978922844909935</id><published>2007-10-29T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:48:50.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliffhangers</title><content type='html'>Well, not exactly, but these exams give me that feeling. Don't know what to expect, dread for it to come, yet yearn for it to finish fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Last Saturday was Ree Yi's birthday at Aloha Chalet #5, the same one as Clarence's. I got a clock for her birthday. I'm so sorry though if she was affected by it. But anyhow, I received clocks before and, I will never be so superstitious to such a degree. When I first saw it, I thought, "hey lovely clock!" Then Daniel said "ya.." And I was thinking "Hmm..clock..good meaning! Time is precious, use your time wisely" along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Russell later said it's bad omen to give a clock for a birthday, eventually we had a unanimous decision to buy it. Besides, let's not be ridiculously superstitious because of a clock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, pictures of the party I've uploaded on facebook..here's the link : &lt;a href="http://ntu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=11383&amp;amp;l=67f1e&amp;amp;id=672308195"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://ntu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=11383&amp;amp;l=67f1e&amp;amp;id=672308195&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...guess who I saw..en teng(?sp). He kinda like pretended he didn't see me. So I did likewise. Heard from Ree Yi's he's her primary school friend. Small world eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday cake was..well..see it yourself in the pics. The most strawberry, cheesy-cake tasting cake i've ever seen. STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and check out the SADAKO hottie, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway peace. I've just gotta take a retreat from blogging and facebooking for this exam period. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-3297978922844909935?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3297978922844909935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=3297978922844909935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/3297978922844909935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/3297978922844909935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/10/cliffhangers.html' title='Cliffhangers'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-8017614601629087171</id><published>2007-10-24T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:37:35.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PERIOD!</title><content type='html'>Just finished with a makeup quiz, one on one, face to face, with the man. I think prof Vincent is a funny hongkie, should have attempted to listen to him during lectures more, he's actually pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I felt relieved. This is round 2 of the quizzes, right smack after round 1 and ends 1 week before exams. I think it's just madness. Tomorrow I have maths, testing on Laplace transformation. Next week I've got physics and bio on thursday. On the 6th I've got energy balance quiz. Exam starts on the 19th and ends on the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 26 days away from exams and 38 days away from holiday. WOW. Oh and I think I might be flying to HK on the 3rd or 4th can't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna SCREAAAM!! I think I'm placed in the wrong course...it's too much to handle BAAH. It's like..LIFE SCIENCES...+ engineering maths. sweet..triple science combi! And I'm not the only one groaning..ugh. I..wan ..to...slack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my games. I miss gaming all day long. I wanna play many new games that came out, like HALO 3. Hellgate sounds like fun too. Oh and yea, Bioshock! Orange Box looks nice. Always wanted to play the PS2 range of Final Fantasy..especially the newest one. Days of lying down on the couch just playing PS during those school holidays back in secondary school. AHHH where did those days go too???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it up School of Biological Sciences suck! I have a lecture in an hour and the lecture notes are NOT UP...bleeeeeh..what's up with this elective man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREEEAAAAAAAAAAAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan-&lt;br /&gt;stressed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-8017614601629087171?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8017614601629087171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=8017614601629087171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/8017614601629087171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/8017614601629087171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/10/period.html' title='THE PERIOD!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-4078237065726125574</id><published>2007-10-18T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:32:40.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail!</title><content type='html'>Opps..failed my driving test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 immediate failure ..when returning to the test centre! w00t.&lt;br /&gt;i was turning right and the stupid truck opposite me looks like it was tilted and turning left w/o signal so i thought he was turning..he went straight and so did the handbrake..sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i got an easy test road though..when i exited one stupid taxi stopped and i tagged behind after exiting right. he then moved off...and stop again!!! I was..stupid taxi. Didn't overtake cuz they normally move off fast and my instructor always tell me no need overtake cuz moving off..so when the TP told me to overtake i followed..but i forgot to signal..bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i kan choing when starting off forgot to release handbrake..baah&lt;br /&gt;nvm..can take again ^^ thought it was pretty fun though..just hope can take asap and not cut in the middle of semester again..right before exams somemore!@! Bah..tmr got physical chemistry test and i really dunno anything..i'm so screwed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-4078237065726125574?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4078237065726125574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=4078237065726125574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4078237065726125574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4078237065726125574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/10/fail.html' title='Fail!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-5882083948949711395</id><published>2007-10-15T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T00:37:17.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice: Is it yours to make?</title><content type='html'>I suddenly recalled something Dr.Tan said while I was showering earlier. He once said (something along these lines), "Medicine is a regression to Mankind's progression" or "Medicine is a regressive science to Mankind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure was food for thought. The progress in medical frontiers translates into better health and thus people live longer - Life expectancy increases as a direct influence of medical advancements and education of course. Is this a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well according to Dr. Tan, whatever then happens to the 'evolution' of Mankind? Whatever happens to 'survival of the fittest'? With medicine, 'survival of the fittest' is obsolete, because people are born inferior physically or mentally will have due care and treatment that increasingly becomes better. People used to fall prey to infectious diseases such as smallpox, and all but the resilient ones or those with immunity will be subjected to 'natural selection'. As with non-human species, the weak die and are unable to reach the age of propagation and hence are selectively disadvantageous. And so according to Neo-Darwinism theory, these weaker ones will die out and the stronger ones will continue to propagate and, on top of these traits, some may hopefully 'mutate' such that these stronger ones become even more selective advantageous and get BETTER..and BETTER. Well that's how WE - Mankind, came about according to the evolutionists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, because of medicine that took away the need for 'natural selection', Mankind can no longer evolve into a stronger specie(s). (Of course, Mankind has replaced 'natural selection' in another form as the wheels of society turns and turns)That's the whole gist of the argument, and I'll leave it at that for you to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now something about what I was talking with Russell about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cure for Aids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question posed was, what would you do if you found the cure for Aids?&lt;br /&gt;Would you release it to save the whole, the millions that are infected and become one of the richest and most powerful man  on earth while doing so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or would you not release such a potent drug or cure? Knowing full well that promiscuity, being on the rise, would scale to unprecedented heights? I just read a survey: 69% of Singapore youths have AIDS as the top sexual concern. What would happen if AIDS becomes an obsolete concern? Pause for a moment to think of the moral decay of society in the present situation and then...would you still release the cure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to say, no, that what if, just what if, someone close to you is suffering from AIDS? Your closest family or friend perhaps? Would you still knowingly let that person die because you refuse to allow moral decay to seep into society? Or what about the poor children suffering from AIDS from reasons other than sexual promiscuity? Such as child prostitution, or perhaps a congenital infection carried down by pregnancy? Is it fair to let these people die? Who gave YOU the choice of LIFE and DEATH for these people? Would it be tantamount to be playing 'god'?&lt;br /&gt;What then, if  you say that these people are the exception and ought to live, who or what gave you the authority to judge over the lives of men, whether they be guilty of sexual promiscuity or otherwise? I believe that as a doctor or scientist, they very well should adhere to the Hippocratic Oath - essentially to save a life be it a criminal on death row or any citizen of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a tough choice really...what would YOU do? The right thing? Which is? Giving to save lives regardless whether they are deserving of it or not? Or, not giving to curb the down-spiraling of society into decadence and lawlessness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give. I think saving lives first is paramount. I cannot play god and judge lives, nor do I have a say to someone else's life and death. Most importantly to rid the curse of being ridden with AIDS, especially to someone innocent and unsuspecting, yet to be eternally cursed in this form, a highway , a point of no return, to a certain horrible death? Subsequently the effects of such an invention would be globe shaking. I'm certain of that outburst of immorality too. Nevertheless, the immediate problem as I see it is a life and death situation. Rather, life OR death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is your choice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-5882083948949711395?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5882083948949711395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=5882083948949711395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5882083948949711395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5882083948949711395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/10/choice-is-it-yours-to-make.html' title='Choice: Is it yours to make?'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-4473367088188774144</id><published>2007-10-12T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:01:33.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>@($*)@(%@$*@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add me on facebook @ angt0010@ntu.edu.sg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ze photo album function seems good...so you guys might wanna check it out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need an invite tell me....and come join my slayer hee..&lt;br /&gt;www.facebook.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-4473367088188774144?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4473367088188774144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=4473367088188774144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4473367088188774144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4473367088188774144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/10/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-2021126157807477246</id><published>2007-10-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:51:20.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>What does growing up mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when you hit 21?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom? Booze, RA movies, cars and babes? Sex?&lt;br /&gt;Anything goes, but Whatever is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither for me. 20 made me feel old. 21 was nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at the very least i ROD from army and get to do things I love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Sept 07 - Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class outing:&lt;br /&gt;The day spent at esplanade library was fantastic. What place to enjoy the scenery and get lost in literature and music and the arts. Simply the joy of life. Unfortunately, I was doing my lab report. Either way, the piano in the practice room was enticing..except that it costs money for rental for the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many smart Singaporeans, me and dear went to enjoy a free performance, a string ensemble by dunno-whom. A typically chinese string orchestra, except that there were some non-chinese pieces played, which were pretty interesting. The chinese ones on the other hand though, some of them sounded pretty nostalgic, like playing Elysium or other chinese martial arts based games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was a simple and quick affair by the bay. The esplanade open food court, or other wise known as makan-sutra foodcourt (i think) was pretty expensive, but oh well. As usual we talked cock even when we got no cock to talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group later split up. Some went Zouk to Zonk themselves out, while the other few - Alex, Meilin Rende Dom Esther and me went to (supposedly settlers) starbucks to chill. Had a few good laughs really. Showed them my 'ahem' video. Spending the night travelling back to Boon Lay sucks; Needless to say we missed the last bus. We saw 2 girls looking at the 199 signboard and thought they too missed the bus, so we tried to call them to take cab. We assumed wrongly; made an ass of ourselves haha. We (actually Rende) tried to call out to the remaining girl as she was walking towards the road. Finally she turned around and we asked her if she was taking cab to NTU. She turned around and shook her head and laughed. Blab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Sept 07 - Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly eventful for the earlier half of the day, except that Esther cannot remember, till now, the food we ate for lunch. Let me tell u la! It's nasi-briyani(sp?) and Muthabak...haha...silly you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, friday evening at 8pm was the first time I attended Lighthouse Woodlands. My, it has a grand lobby and a huge interior. I thought it was a grand 5* hotel lobby haha. It was the once every 3 months "Holy Ghost Meeting". I get to see unusual manifestations, at least the last time I went. I shan't elaborate too much on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless we ended at 10pm, met Russell (as usual he was late). His philosophy: Other people will surely be late so I(as in him) dun need to be early. Anyway we took a cab down to ECP. At 10pm? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an organised overnight cycling for the cell group to meet at 11pm at the previously known costa sands resort. I'll try to recall who went: Daniel, Russell, Lisa, Lie Cong, Eugene, Flannery, Zhi Wei, Esther and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just bring up the general route we took (photos below and more to be added):&lt;br /&gt;From costa sands we wrote to the other end of ECP. Near the end of ECP, Zhi Wei was taking photos on his bike, and i thought, Wow cool idea. Esther was saying "wa, so skilled" and the next thing he braked and fell. His camera broke..ouch..599bucks(he later bought the same model at Mustafa) Quite a shocking start... anyway we headed down to fort road&lt;ithink along="" flyway="" nicoll="" ate="" headed="" on="" under="" whatever="" call="" singapore="" river="" went="" across="" bridge="" eludes="" nevertheless="" journeyed="" clarke="" quay="" towards="" where="" some="" famous="" congee="" or="" chok="" stall="" hungry="" men="" one="" around="" 3am="" continued="" cycle="" down="" past="" town="" through="" city="" hall="" passed="" bugis="" rochor="" road="" then="" little="" we="" our="" 3rd="" final="" pit="" coffee="" shop="" next="" 24="" hours="" my="" first="" could="" never="" imagined="" what="" see="" most="" amusing="" trip="" have="" twilight="" going="" feel="" like="" another="" russell="" said="" literally="" stop="" shopping="" everything="" from="" furniture="" to="" food="" toiletries="" electrical="" appliances="" name="" quite="" unlike="" popular="" belief="" there="" wasn="" t="" many="" that="" even="" these="" are="" not="" unkempt="" were="" very="" huge="" packets="" sold="" in="" you="" normally="" buy="" outside="" sells="" lot="" cheaper="" the="" variety="" was="" and="" i="" would="" believe="" about="" 20="" rows="" of="" much="" so="" they="" had="" a="" sign="" board="" which="" made="" me="" it="" writes="" more="" chocolates=""&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shopping at this hour with very little people to contend with gives me a certain...thrill and excitement. Makes you feel like buying everything if you stay there for long, or so Eugene says. And so we did...stayed there for a tad too long...not too sure but it probably was an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus our troubles began..&lt;br /&gt;The trip back was fraught with danger. It was the road leading up all the way to Serangoon, and the road was treacherous to the inexperienced. The pavement was narrow and littered with lamp posts and dust bins that threatened to knock over the unsuspecting rider. Knocking into them is okay, but there is that danger of falling on the wrong side of the road. That person is Esther. She was so wobbly with every obstacle I got really worried, and cycling behind her initially was amusing because she kept banging to the sides of things, such as the construction fence and poles and such. But at this point of time the cars were threateningly close and fast, and danger was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a junction where things got really bad. There was literally no pedestrian crossings. The first we took we had to cut across the road when the lights turned red. Bear in mind that as we were cyclists we need to take turn to take off. This particular crossing Esther tried to cross and stumbled, and it turned green when she was halfway across it. The cars and buses, which were now increasing in numbers, were ever speeding. So it was a moment of panic and chaos and all of us, who were waiting on the other side of the road shouted: Off the road!! Go up! Up! As cars and some buses zoomed so close to us, I did feel my rear tires so close to being run down. The next crossing also had no pedestrian crossings, we crossed only when our side turned green and had to take turns as the ones at the back cannot cross in time. I was particularly worried about Esther as she has problems starting off, almost every time wobbling and sometimes stumbling. Somehow, we got across that huge circle junction eventually...I think it's Macpherson something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dawn was breaking and the number of buses and cars were speedily increasing as we made our way east towards Ubi. What a mad decision. An experienced cyclist like me know how treacherous that road was. The busy hussling of cars and buses, as well as undulating pavements, if there were any present was difficult for the less experienced cyclists. Before we reached Ubi however, the road along Serangoon was bad enough. The lamp posts made the pavement to cycle very narrow, even I had difficulty and fear of knocking into the lamp post and falling unto the roadside into on coming cars. Esther had a much worse time than I had. Everytime she stumbled she cannot catch her balance as her bike was too tall for her. That whole stretch made me worry excessively as to how to handle Ubi...ohh treacherous Ubi. We resorted to walking at certain stretches of the road due to the stupid lamp posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when we finally reached the Paya Lebar side of Ubi, there was a close shave for Esther. She braked at the junction and somehow lost her balance and nearly, just nearly, toppled unto an on-coming bus. It was insanely scary and I could scarcely breathe. That particular junction was excessively tricky to cross, when you keep stumbling each time you start off. The other side of the road we got to had no pavements, and the road was narrow and the buses shave pass your bike if you would cycle too close. A little while later I realised Esther was shaking involuntarily and very stressed. I would think so too...so many life threatening situations and a long way more to go back to ECP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we made our way to Eunos. There was some incident at yet another crossing that Esther broke down in tears from the overwhelming stress and fear...nevertheless we pressed on. Wei ling met an accident. She bumped into a lady and got the lady's leg scratched. Poor lady. Anyway, we eventually parted ways after crossing a junction as the people in front decided to head towards the main Ubi connecting to parkway and I thought...CRAZY!! No way am I going that way...so I brought Russell(he too agrees) and Esther and went our way through Tanjong Katong, through Parkway, and eventually reaching the underpass and its safety. The sight of Parkway was unprecedented in the way it gave the assurance of safety. We finally made it. Amazingly alive and unscathed safe for a few scratches from the bumps that Esther had. Amazingly she didn't fall unto any oncoming traffic which I feared so much throughout the later half of the journey I was literally praying under my breathe all the time. She broke down...but I too was very stressed... Life and Death was very real...and suddenly the human being seems very frail and vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I thank God for bringing us through safely...all 9 of us. It was, undoubtly, an enjoyable and memorable event after all. But I would, the next time round, consider very carefully safety as the top priority now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Russell and I, thought to be crazy, ran from costa sands (we finished everything at 8 plus in the morning) to Mac. After 9 hours of cycling we think we could be Iron pussies. It was a good run though and I felt my body was strange in that nearing Mac I was neither tired nor breathless as I normally would. But that was enough anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rested, played sandcastle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ithink&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ithink along="" flyway="" nicoll="" ate="" headed="" on="" under="" whatever="" call="" singapore="" river="" went="" across="" bridge="" eludes="" nevertheless="" journeyed="" clarke="" quay="" towards="" where="" some="" famous="" congee="" or="" chok="" stall="" hungry="" men="" one="" around="" 3am="" continued="" cycle="" down="" past="" town="" through="" city="" hall="" passed="" bugis="" rochor="" road="" then="" little="" we="" our="" 3rd="" final="" pit="" coffee="" shop="" next="" 24="" hours="" my="" first="" could="" never="" imagined="" what="" see="" most="" amusing="" trip="" have="" twilight="" going="" feel="" like="" another="" russell="" said="" literally="" stop="" shopping="" everything="" from="" furniture="" to="" food="" toiletries="" electrical="" appliances="" name="" quite="" unlike="" popular="" belief="" there="" wasn="" t="" many="" that="" even="" these="" are="" not="" unkempt="" were="" very="" huge="" packets="" sold="" in="" you="" normally="" buy="" outside="" sells="" lot="" cheaper="" the="" variety="" was="" and="" i="" would="" believe="" about="" 20="" rows="" of="" much="" so="" they="" had="" a="" sign="" board="" which="" made="" me="" it="" writes="" more="" chocolates=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwJ-n1i3tbI/AAAAAAAAACc/kZpZyCztOT4/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwJ-n1i3tbI/AAAAAAAAACc/kZpZyCztOT4/s320/DSC00208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116791349499639218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep that's Daniel..dunno what he doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ithink&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ithink along="" flyway="" nicoll="" ate="" headed="" on="" under="" whatever="" call="" singapore="" river="" went="" across="" bridge="" eludes="" nevertheless="" journeyed="" clarke="" quay="" towards="" where="" some="" famous="" congee="" or="" chok="" stall="" hungry="" men="" one="" around="" 3am="" continued="" cycle="" down="" past="" town="" through="" city="" hall="" passed="" bugis="" rochor="" road="" then="" little="" we="" our="" 3rd="" final="" pit="" coffee="" shop="" next="" 24="" hours="" my="" first="" could="" never="" imagined="" what="" see="" most="" amusing="" trip="" have="" twilight="" going="" feel="" like="" another="" russell="" said="" literally="" stop="" shopping="" everything="" from="" furniture="" to="" food="" toiletries="" electrical="" appliances="" name="" quite="" unlike="" popular="" belief="" there="" wasn="" t="" many="" that="" even="" these="" are="" not="" unkempt="" were="" very="" huge="" packets="" sold="" in="" you="" normally="" buy="" outside="" sells="" lot="" cheaper="" the="" variety="" was="" and="" i="" would="" believe="" about="" 20="" rows="" of="" much="" so="" they="" had="" a="" sign="" board="" which="" made="" me="" it="" writes="" more="" chocolates=""&gt;&lt;/ithink&gt;Went subway and had a very hearty meal (and drink). Yummy. Makes me crave for some subway now..NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught the group how to play this ice-breaker game I played during Campus Crusade for Christ (CCC) FOC. We had a good, extremely good laughing session. I swear, Daniel is extremely amusing in this game. I'll teach the game the next time we(whomever 'we' is) get to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we ended around 12 plus and simply had to head home. On the way out of ECP we did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwKAM1i3tcI/AAAAAAAAACk/ebTgAv3XVQs/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwKAM1i3tcI/AAAAAAAAACk/ebTgAv3XVQs/s320/DSC00209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116793084666426818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwKBFVi3tdI/AAAAAAAAACs/4_4s3BgjDeA/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwKBFVi3tdI/AAAAAAAAACs/4_4s3BgjDeA/s320/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116794055329035730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwKBF1i3teI/AAAAAAAAAC0/omCv6ic4lFs/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwKBF1i3teI/AAAAAAAAAC0/omCv6ic4lFs/s320/DSC00212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116794063918970338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwKBGFi3tfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w1q3p8pQWc4/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwKBGFi3tfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/w1q3p8pQWc4/s320/DSC00214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116794068213937650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Other photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                        First pitstop at esplanade @ 12+...look at the faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwLjUVi3tkI/AAAAAAAAADk/QxfQz-tJdOI/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwLjUVi3tkI/AAAAAAAAADk/QxfQz-tJdOI/s320/DSC00199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116902065166595650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwKCbli3thI/AAAAAAAAADM/la-jIG8osO8/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwKCbli3thI/AAAAAAAAADM/la-jIG8osO8/s320/DSC00198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116795537092752914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm sugar cane rox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hungry men!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwKCb1i3tiI/AAAAAAAAADU/o_UEq7Gql-I/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwKCb1i3tiI/AAAAAAAAADU/o_UEq7Gql-I/s320/DSC00201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116795541387720226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwKCcFi3tjI/AAAAAAAAADc/ahlcDAw_8qs/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwKCcFi3tjI/AAAAAAAAADc/ahlcDAw_8qs/s320/DSC00206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116795545682687538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got that "WHAT U WANT?" look...3+ 4 at Chinatown Chok shop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ithink along="" flyway="" nicoll="" ate="" headed="" on="" under="" whatever="" call="" singapore="" river="" went="" across="" bridge="" eludes="" nevertheless="" journeyed="" clarke="" quay="" towards="" where="" some="" famous="" congee="" or="" chok="" stall="" hungry="" men="" one="" around="" 3am="" continued="" cycle="" down="" past="" town="" through="" city="" hall="" passed="" bugis="" rochor="" road="" then="" little="" we="" our="" 3rd="" final="" pit="" coffee="" shop="" next="" 24="" hours="" my="" first="" could="" never="" imagined="" what="" see="" most="" amusing="" trip="" have="" twilight="" going="" feel="" like="" another="" russell="" said="" literally="" stop="" shopping="" everything="" from="" furniture="" to="" food="" toiletries="" electrical="" appliances="" name="" quite="" unlike="" popular="" belief="" there="" wasn="" t="" many="" that="" even="" these="" are="" not="" unkempt="" were="" very="" huge="" packets="" sold="" in="" you="" normally="" buy="" outside="" sells="" lot="" cheaper="" the="" variety="" was="" and="" i="" would="" believe="" about="" 20="" rows="" of="" much="" so="" they="" had="" a="" sign="" board="" which="" made="" me="" it="" writes="" more="" chocolates=""&gt;&lt;/ithink&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ithink along="" flyway="" nicoll="" ate="" headed="" on="" under="" whatever="" call="" singapore="" river="" went="" across="" bridge="" eludes="" nevertheless="" journeyed="" clarke="" quay="" towards="" where="" some="" famous="" congee="" or="" chok="" stall="" hungry="" men="" one="" around="" 3am="" continued="" cycle="" down="" past="" town="" through="" city="" hall="" passed="" bugis="" rochor="" road="" then="" little="" we="" our="" 3rd="" final="" pit="" coffee="" shop="" next="" 24="" hours="" my="" first="" could="" never="" imagined="" what="" see="" most="" amusing="" trip="" have="" twilight="" going="" feel="" like="" another="" russell="" said="" literally="" stop="" shopping="" everything="" from="" furniture="" to="" food="" toiletries="" electrical="" appliances="" name="" quite="" unlike="" popular="" belief="" there="" wasn="" t="" many="" that="" even="" these="" are="" not="" unkempt="" were="" very="" huge="" packets="" sold="" in="" you="" normally="" buy="" outside="" sells="" lot="" cheaper="" the="" variety="" was="" and="" i="" would="" believe="" about="" 20="" rows="" of="" much="" so="" they="" had="" a="" sign="" board="" which="" made="" me="" it="" writes="" more="" chocolates=""&gt;&lt;/ithink&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ithink along="" flyway="" nicoll="" ate="" headed="" on="" under="" whatever="" call="" singapore="" river="" went="" across="" bridge="" eludes="" nevertheless="" journeyed="" clarke="" quay="" towards="" where="" some="" famous="" congee="" or="" chok="" stall="" hungry="" men="" one="" around="" 3am="" continued="" cycle="" down="" past="" town="" through="" city="" hall="" passed="" bugis="" rochor="" road="" then="" little="" we="" our="" 3rd="" final="" pit="" coffee="" shop="" next="" 24="" hours="" my="" first="" could="" never="" imagined="" what="" see="" most="" amusing="" trip="" have="" twilight="" going="" feel="" like="" another="" russell="" said="" literally="" stop="" shopping="" everything="" from="" furniture="" to="" food="" toiletries="" electrical="" appliances="" name="" quite="" unlike="" popular="" belief="" there="" wasn="" t="" many="" that="" even="" these="" are="" not="" unkempt="" were="" very="" huge="" packets="" sold="" in="" you="" normally="" buy="" outside="" sells="" lot="" cheaper="" the="" variety="" was="" and="" i="" would="" believe="" about="" 20="" rows="" of="" much="" so="" they="" had="" a="" sign="" board="" which="" made="" me="" it="" writes="" more="" chocolates=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ithink&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-2021126157807477246?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2021126157807477246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=2021126157807477246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/2021126157807477246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/2021126157807477246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/10/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RwJ-n1i3tbI/AAAAAAAAACc/kZpZyCztOT4/s72-c/DSC00208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-5399390801951698982</id><published>2007-09-03T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:42:14.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging from the lecture hall</title><content type='html'>Zzzzzzz....Zzzzzzz...what is he talking??ZZZzzz...zzz...&lt;br /&gt;*mumble mumble...*...*grumble grumble*..*and the...* *DNA..we have to...make sure..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! Stop wasting our time listening to you mumble to yourself!!!..Ba..&lt;br /&gt;Blogging now is a better utilization of time imo..&lt;br /&gt;but i got nothing to blog about..life's been routinely routine..the only thing that keeps me going is my dear ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..i'm feeling so super deprived of a piano..how i wish i can get an advanced xmas present haha..&gt;&lt; I feel I should volunteer to play during cell..and maybe during campus crusade's crossroads and stuff..  Hmm..grumble grumble.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright; Night time blogging. Something I wanna share for all believers.  Was reading about fellowship and community. And these verses teach us how we should act: &lt;br /&gt;1 John 3:16 - 23&lt;br /&gt;16 Hereby perceive we the love of God, because he laid down his life for us:and we ought to lay down our lives for the brethren.&lt;br /&gt;17 But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?&lt;br /&gt;18 My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth.&lt;br /&gt;19 And hereby we know that we are of the truth, and shall assure our hearts before him.&lt;br /&gt;20 For if our hearts condemn us, God is greater than our heart, and knoweth all things.&lt;br /&gt;21 Beloved, if our heart condemn us not, then we have we confidence toward God.&lt;br /&gt;22 And whatsoever we ask, we receive of him, because we keep his commandments, and do those things that are pleasing in his sight.&lt;br /&gt;23 And this is his commandment, That we should believe on the name of his Son Jesus Christ, and love on another, as he gave us commandment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, we ought to lay down our lives for our brethren. Is anything too much too ask then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John.13&lt;br /&gt;[34] A new commandment I give unto you, That ye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love one another&lt;/span&gt;; as I have loved you, that ye also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love one another&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[35] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word love occurs 261 times in the NT of KJV (note love in cor13 appears as charity, apparently the greek word used for charity is different). Anyway, the main emphasis of the entire law is summed up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt22&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;36&lt;/b&gt;] Master, which is the great commandment in the law?&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;37&lt;/b&gt;] Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;38&lt;/b&gt;] This is the first and great commandment.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;39&lt;/b&gt;] And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;40&lt;/b&gt;] On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...digest on it..I gotta so sleep lest I miss lecture in the morning again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-5399390801951698982?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5399390801951698982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=5399390801951698982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5399390801951698982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5399390801951698982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/09/blogging-from-lecture-hall.html' title='Blogging from the lecture hall'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-4509593662782400532</id><published>2007-08-22T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:51:21.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent Living</title><content type='html'>Heey All! Long time no see..eh..blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and Fridays are my only 'free' days aside from weekends.. Just ponned my genetics lecture cause it's too easy. Nah, actually I went for a Meet-the-Mentor session: what for?&lt;br /&gt;The freebie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RsvmnT7kh6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/EokjGs1Fkzk/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RsvmnT7kh6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/EokjGs1Fkzk/s200/DSC00151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101424565966636962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ooosh! No T-shirt or stupid mugs. 1GB thumbdrive: just when I wanted to buy one! Wow. And it thought it was some wulu(unknown) brand...it's SanDisk..better than nothing eh? Haha. So cheapo. They weren't strict about giving out... If you were here you probably would have gotten one too! Unless you have integrity ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I ponned lecture and went back to hall. Bought some hangers and gonna attempt to try my first laundry done by myself. MYSELF! Woo. Me. Laundry. First Time. CooL.&lt;br /&gt;BRB. I'll go check on my clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out...the laundry room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RsvpqT7kh7I/AAAAAAAAACE/SaKrvJCgyO8/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RsvpqT7kh7I/AAAAAAAAACE/SaKrvJCgyO8/s200/DSC00153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101427916041127858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/Rsvqxz7kh8I/AAAAAAAAACM/YbVSbQUnMg0/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/Rsvqxz7kh8I/AAAAAAAAACM/YbVSbQUnMg0/s200/DSC00154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101429144401774530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dirty Laundry! Eeee.looks like a potty hole &gt;&lt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, u guys at NTU..we should meet up soon :P&lt;br /&gt;Alright peace..hope to see u guys soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RsvrgD7kh9I/AAAAAAAAACU/ApeUifBnwfY/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RsvrgD7kh9I/AAAAAAAAACU/ApeUifBnwfY/s320/DSC00152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101429938970724306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot, here's a pic of my block! The yellow one, third window from the left. hehe. Level one that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-4509593662782400532?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4509593662782400532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=4509593662782400532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4509593662782400532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4509593662782400532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/independent-living.html' title='Independent Living'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RsvmnT7kh6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/EokjGs1Fkzk/s72-c/DSC00151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-6298884923733768939</id><published>2007-08-06T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:51:21.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14-65-1339</title><content type='html'>Puzzled at the title? See these pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/Rrblnep8uPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PGlgOwXILYc/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/Rrblnep8uPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PGlgOwXILYc/s200/DSC00140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095512494822963442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrblZup8uOI/AAAAAAAAABs/LybWx3IA1hg/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrblZup8uOI/AAAAAAAAABs/LybWx3IA1hg/s200/DSC00139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095512258599762146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me the resident of Hall 14: Block 65, unit 1339. DANG. I missed 1337(LEET) by +2!&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, first day, 1 lecture from 930 - 1030, then I got nothing to do, so I go coop up in my room to slack. Well actually - I just finished my first lecture revision - sorta. Caught some animes, and napped a little. So cho4 bo2 (hokkien for not-doing-anything). Can't go socializing with girls if not my dear will kill me haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I realised that I'm quite the loner in the lecture haha. Only know 2 people - Matthias and Steven. Should have gone to CBE school camp ...sigh. Well I managed to assess the mugger/geek level of the cohort, I must say I'm impressed. A pretty high mugger face score of 8/10, geek level of 7/10 (-1 cause I'm inside!). Well in any case I'm off for a good start. Not too good actually I didn't manage to get my lecture notes in time. Sigh now I wish Elsa or Shaun's here to photocopy for the whole CG..or any rep for that matter..heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good luck to all starting school..and erm. You're all welcomed to visit us ;p As in, Ren De and me are roomies if ya didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-6298884923733768939?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6298884923733768939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=6298884923733768939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/6298884923733768939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/6298884923733768939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/14-65-1339.html' title='14-65-1339'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/Rrblnep8uPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PGlgOwXILYc/s72-c/DSC00140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-5940556566050435937</id><published>2007-08-02T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:51:23.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns &amp; Nuts</title><content type='html'>The Guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th Jul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JON:Sunday! It's a special day. Why?? I woke up at 7.30am!! Ain't that amazing? Attended church service at 9am for the first time in years with my dear. It was a special Sunday treat to a skit performed by Dramalight titled: Probably Heaven, Maybe Hell. More on that next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to whitesands to meet up with Daniel and gang to have lunch. Had a funny encounter with the counter-guy who couldn't speak English and thought that the discount card Hsiu Huan presented to him was a credit card and he was mumbling something that it was ok for me to pay for her lunch. "first time ah? nvm la..pay for her la! ish ok!" Then I said "eeh no..discount card..did u count the discount?" He said "nvm la! u pay la..no credit card". Me and dear just stared blankly at each other and sighed. Oh well. Good lunch anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HH: Next, its the highlight of the day - we headed down to the Discovery Center for the Crossfire PAINTBALL!!! its our first time paintballing. mentally prepared to get all bruised and dirty since chinlin said it'll hurt. so i brought my most garang long sleeve and pants, ready to get dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went in to report and were brought to the area for briefing - my dear's turn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JON: Well, we were divided into 2 groups: 5 V 5! To be honest, when the instructor first pulled the trigger on the M4 Carbine I was startled- cuz I thought it was blank. (Hey, dun think I was the only one...) In any case, we're all hyped up and ready to go - with only the stupid indemnity form in our way to play. After going through the motion, we had ourselves dressed up in a stinky and wet helmet and a vest. 4 M4 Carbines that shoots 10metres and 1 T85? that shoots 20metres - and hurts MORE. My team consists Hsiu Huan, Daniel, Alex, Zhi Rong, and...ME. The other team had Darren, Rende, Chin Lin, Mei Lin and Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. It was an urban assault layout - FIBUA! The two homebases were the castle on one end and the fortress on the other: the middle being a little maze with low walls and the referee's homeground.&lt;br /&gt;The first game was silly: shooting at each other's balloons placed at the homebase. The terrain was obviously more strategic and advantageous to the team from the castle! Hmmp. And it was a waste of bullets too! 20 rounds of 2 magazines ;(&lt;br /&gt;The second game was a dash and grab the flag game. CTF ftw! Then run back to the homebase without getting shot.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the 3rd game was THE GAME. Elimination round, A.K.A, kill all you can kill buffet. Oh, I forgot to mention that every game has 2 turns, each time swapping the team's base.&lt;br /&gt;The first round of elimination was really fun; I managed to run to the back whereas my team went forward. The opponents (the other team) didn't see me from behind and I was taking potshots at Darren and Rende - knocking Rende out early in the game! Wee - Backstab successful. Little did I know that my team was getting trashed on the frontlines - sad. I managed to hit Darren and that left me with 3 V 1..ooo..I felt like I was Rambo..prowling and squatting and running here and there to siam the paintballs. Alas, all heroes die. Me? I got shot in the chest by Mei Lin.&lt;br /&gt;The second round was a little sad; I realised I expended all my ammunition and had to sit out for this round. Nevertheless, let my dear continue abt round 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HH: So...i was left with quite alot of ammunition in the rifle and passed the extra magazine for Zhi Rong. Round 2 was like I'm finally playing the game! haha. ready to go try give some good shots... usually i was hiding but this time i stood up more to shoot. But sadly, somehow while trying to aim at Shaun, I got shot in the face...the purple paint covered the entire of the left eye region on my visor. The impact was rather great and I felt my head flung backwards a little. haha. Great shot Meilin! ;p and so I died...reluctantly leaving the game and leaving my rifle with Daniel...who won the game!!!&lt;br /&gt;And looking at the time, we didnt really have the full 2hrs to play...sadly, but its fun and pretty memorable (and very tiring - my and dear's legs are still aching till today)&lt;br /&gt;Next, after showering (some pple didnt shower...haha), we got in the car to head down for some Hagen Daz ice cream somewhere. Part of our plan was to go for Jon's sister penthouse house-warming, but on the way, his sister called and said the family was leaving already, and so we joined the class for the chocolate fondue! :) - dear! your turn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGOqOp8uGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eQ6yV5Af0g8/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGOqOp8uGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eQ6yV5Af0g8/s200/DSC00096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094009509672433762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JON: Dinner was suggested by ME! Pepperlunch- or..PepperDINNER. Only Alex, Daniel and Meilin were surviving. Rende and the rest all pang-sehed us. Well, Alex and Daniel and Meilin were virgins to pepperlunch: first time! It was great though: check out the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGPiep8uHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZIaHHnIk1y4/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGPiep8uHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZIaHHnIk1y4/s200/DSC00098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094010476040075378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGPyOp8uII/AAAAAAAAAA8/644vinSXyWg/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGPyOp8uII/AAAAAAAAAA8/644vinSXyWg/s200/DSC00099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094010746623015042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone feels hungry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what happened after that was that we had the virgins tried Yummi Yogurt too! First time! Hehehe. Great stuff. Miss.Sweet Tooth Esther had to get herself some soft  ice cream from PepperDINNER; caramel flavoured was the way to go. Green Tea, and Sesame? EEww.&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded to the rooftop terrace at Esplanade where many couples go to to do kinky stuff - at least that's what we saw near the bushes in the dark! Anyway, what happened there was exclusive to 1803 people who were there. Kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st Jul Tues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HH: My first time queueing for donuts! I arrived at Raffles City before dear, and thankfully at this early hour (arounf 11am), the donuts queue was still considered short; only abt 10 people before me. I bought some Subway cookies and started queueing, and dear came shortly.&lt;br /&gt;He brought the rest of the chocolates which I got for him on his baptism (Sat, 28 Jul). We finished off the remaining few pieces...YUMMY!!! then we ate the cookies too while waiting...&lt;br /&gt;Soon the donut shop opened. We didnt know which flavours to get...until when we reached the counter and looked at the menu. They look cute and mouth-watering. We got a dozen of assorted flavours - 2 spicy cheese, 2 double chocolate, 2 apple cinemon, 2 hazelnut chocolate, 1 Mocha lotus, 1 almond chocolate, 1 strawberry white chocolate and 1 orange white chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGk2Op8uJI/AAAAAAAAABE/EXGDwcLSDrI/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGk2Op8uJI/AAAAAAAAABE/EXGDwcLSDrI/s200/DSC00101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094033905086675090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited and feeling a sense of achievement from getting the donuts, we were eager to try one of them there - the spicy cheese. Tastes like pizza. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;So off we went to take a bus down to Harbour Front Vivocity. We are ready for a donuts picnic at Sentosa beach ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dear is still resting as I type now... Mr. Piggy. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the monorail from Vivo in to Sentosa Beach. The weather was fantastic. A little sunny but not hot, most importantly, it was quite windy...&lt;br /&gt;We found a nice spot under one of the mushroom-looking pavilion. The sand, sea and everything feels so Hawaii; totally not like its part of Singapore. I felt like I'm actually on a honeymoon... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGpGup8uLI/AAAAAAAAABU/waAZUifK720/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGpGup8uLI/AAAAAAAAABU/waAZUifK720/s200/DSC00116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094038586601027762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the whole afternoon at the beach, just lazing under the shade and enjoying the nature. They was a group of youths, like our age, playing some games like FOC camp. Some of them look familiar to us, but couldn't recall who were they...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ate more donuts... Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGoSOp8uKI/AAAAAAAAABM/LLq5dG2Ip6w/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGoSOp8uKI/AAAAAAAAABM/LLq5dG2Ip6w/s200/DSC00113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094037684657895586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that was the hazelnut chocolate one. yummy ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the day passed by rather fast... I had a chance to sun-tan a little, while dear played his psp. We forgot to buy some drinks to bring over, so dear was kind of thirsty the whole day... Thankfully I had a small bottle of water so it was like water rationing on Sentosa island. Those of you who wants to spend an afternoon on the beach, do remember to bring along more water and food, unless you want to spend extra to buy there.&lt;br /&gt;By evening, we decided to leave and head back Vivo for dinner. Last few nice shots of the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGqc-p8uMI/AAAAAAAAABc/EB2jVA3ACqg/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGqc-p8uMI/AAAAAAAAABc/EB2jVA3ACqg/s200/DSC00124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094040068364744898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGq9up8uNI/AAAAAAAAABk/8sORL3qymR4/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGq9up8uNI/AAAAAAAAABk/8sORL3qymR4/s200/DSC00123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094040631005460690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful ending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and Mr. Piggy woke up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JON: Oink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-5940556566050435937?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5940556566050435937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=5940556566050435937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5940556566050435937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5940556566050435937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/08/guns-nuts.html' title='Guns &amp; Nuts'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RrGOqOp8uGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eQ6yV5Af0g8/s72-c/DSC00096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-1814311274532011730</id><published>2007-07-27T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T04:28:53.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Holding Back: are you curious?</title><content type='html'>Academic year 07 is starting soon; busy busy busy. Yet one thing I feel so happy about: The joy of the Lord is abundant! Somehow I can't keep that all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, no holding back! Give glory(rightful credit) to whom it deserves. I suppose there are misconceptions about Christians - Christianity, but our understanding does not shape who God is, but what we THINK God is; right? I guess most of my friends know Christians aren't stuck-up closet Christians who's part of this elite exclusive community (although there are people who perceive that misconception). Some may have encountered persistent friends, or people tracting on the streets following you around. In short, bad experience. I beg your pardon, because I'm convinced that they are not doing it out of any ill-will, but rather with less-than-desired tact. Nonetheless, consider their hearts; why do they even bother? It's the unspeakable joy, the abundant blessings, the purposeful life, the truth that sets your heart free. They want to share all that goodness with you; and someday I hope to do the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is meaningless without God. Life may be successful for some of us, as success that is defined by man, namely, in material possessions and corporate achievements. But in all that struggle to slog and achieve something for ourselves, all that money and wealth to amass, have we forgotten, that we all live to die? At our age, I'm sure we have the maturity to understand, that all our bodies will frail with age. Have you honestly NOT thought about death? How shall we take all the earthly possessions with us when we die? For they are things that will rust and rot; earthly material possessions. Life is fleeting and short in the light of eternity. You may not believe    in life after death; but nevertheless the Bible teaches us that there are two eternal destinations (I'm sure we all hear this way too much, but:) Heaven, and Hell. If you do not believe in the "afterlife", consider this: Don't you think that life is unfair if we are just made to live and die and then POOF! Our existence and memories just disappear into nothingness; you wouldn't even remember existing; you become nothing. Somehow we are all hired-wired in our souls that we think that would be unfair: life had to be more than just dying and poof!, because that is exactly what it is. There is more to life that this one on earth. Stop and think. Isn't it wise to stop for a minute to consider the possibilities - what is a minute compared to eternity: in the wrong place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of people that I have talked to about religion; aside from those of a certain faith already, that fall under the category of agnosticism. It basically means that they believe in the existence of a supernatural power or being; something greater than we are, yet cannot or refuse to pinpoint which God is it, out of the many different religions. I believe that many people fall under this category, especially those that profess to be "free-thinkers". Again, our beings are hardwired to acknowledge a supreme being or power greater than ours. There are many religions, and  in the rage now are new-age theology, that teaches that we ourselves are god or can become god. Or that god is some unseen force impersonal force driving the universe that all of us can be part of. It is derived from human pride. Does anyone honestly think that man can become god, ie, greater than god? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of a friend who claims of such a stand as an agnostic: don't want to point a finger on which god is true or which is false.He said Christians are arrogant and absurd to claim that theirs is the only true God. At that time I didn't really answer his question. But now I'd like to pose a challenge. The Bible is the final authority of what Christians say and do, and claim. Why we claim that Christ is the only God, it's because the Bible says so. The Bible is known as one of Mankind's greatest literary works(if not the greatest) of archaic times. There are far superior evidences in numbers, the manuscripts(copies) of the Bible; 5500++, the earliest completed ones dating around AD 325/AD 350: 250years from the time of composition. Seems very long, but as compared to other literary works of that time: The earliest copy of Caesar's The Gallic Wars dates 1000yrs after it was written. First complete copy of Odyssey by Homer; 2200 years after it was written. The point being; apart from the great numbers of manuscripts of literary works as compared to the other works of that time( 5500 as compared to say; 3 of Catullus - earliest being 1600 after he wrote, 8 of Herodotus- earliest copy 1300yrs); The Bible is far more reliable based on archaeological records. Yet, the other classical works people hardly ever dare question it's authenticity; why so the Bible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that didn't throw you off. Now consider the next thing. Try an experiment: bring  10 people from the same locale, having similar backgrounds, speaking the same language, same culture. Separate them, then ask them to write their opinion on just one controversial subject such as the meaning of life. The results, conclusions are more than likely different, or if some, contrary to each other. Right?&lt;br /&gt;The Bible has about 40 different authors, written over 1500 years, of different background, culture, education, languages, and many hundreds of subjects not just one. Yet, the Bible is united. 66 books in ONE book. Yet the books do not contradict each other in the subject matters. This speaks volumes to me; I'm not sure about you.  It necessitates a divine author; a hidden hand behind the entire book. - Taken from a book titled Answers&amp;Reasons(Esther's). It nonetheless strikes a chord in me, and makes absolute sense, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, dare to try validate or disprove the Bible. I assure you, there's no going back if you try. In fact, I hoped you skipped reading the above 2 chunky paragraphs but rather decide by your own will to desire to know the truth; then listen and try to validate. Some people say religion is for the weak; on the contrary, to be a Christian takes much courage and faith to declare we are indeed unworthy and are sinners. People don't even try to refute the fact that Jesus Christ existed (and He exists) 2000years ago. It is an irrevocable historical fact that even non-believers did not try, even Islam acknowledged that Jesus existed 2000 years ago (it's in the Quran). History resounds of His existance; take a look at the calender: BC, AD.&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus said:"I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me." John 14:6. Man is naturally skeptical as anyone can claim to be god. But Jesus, in all the miraculous works He did substantiated all His words by His actions.&lt;br /&gt;So if today you are feeling lost, hopeless, and that life is meaningless, why don't you consider Jesus and the words He spoke? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know what Heaven and Hell is. If death is inevitable, so are the two places. Surely it is wise to stop and reflect; "What if this Man, Jesus, was speaking the truth?" Why don't you consider the truth? Christianity is not about foolishness, it's neither absurdly forgoing logical thinking. God wants us to rationalize with Him; which means; to believe and to have faith -not blindly- but out of understanding and out of truth. So if one fine day you feel so tired of life and have not known Christ, why don't you try drawing closer to Him to know the truth? Try Him out and you will not be disappointed. I can assure you that. Ask a friend to bring you to church; try it out for a few weeks. Ask more. I'm certain that you will come to understand the simple Truth. Yup. God shows Himself to earnestly seek Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That's for updates. I can't hide it, can I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-1814311274532011730?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1814311274532011730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=1814311274532011730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/1814311274532011730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/1814311274532011730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-holding-back-are-you-curious.html' title='No Holding Back: are you curious?'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-1793173114953410840</id><published>2007-07-21T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T02:05:29.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update! Or..Not?</title><content type='html'>Well as request..UPDATE!&lt;br /&gt;but this is what I updated..used the classic layout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crazyblue.freehostia.com/"&gt;http://crazyblue.freehostia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame me right..I'm an anime freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-1793173114953410840?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1793173114953410840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=1793173114953410840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/1793173114953410840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/1793173114953410840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/07/update-ornot.html' title='Update! Or..Not?'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-5437448609951732407</id><published>2007-07-09T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:11:09.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime Listing FTW!</title><content type='html'>Alright. I have a site of my own! It's my anime listing and...(drum roll@#@#@#@#..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crazyblue.freehostia.com/"&gt;http://crazyblue.freehostia.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do check it out..it's in the midst of building as most of my animes are not with me. Tell me what you think! hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-5437448609951732407?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5437448609951732407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=5437448609951732407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5437448609951732407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5437448609951732407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/07/anime-listing-ftw.html' title='Anime Listing FTW!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-2619012435244062390</id><published>2007-07-01T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:30:49.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Baptism</title><content type='html'>Starting this year I've had the conviction that I should go back to God. My mind and soul is weary from turning away, running away - I felt undeserving of God's grace and forgiveness. Yet I did, starting with going back to church. Spending time to go for worship lessons, and making an effort to study the Word - need more discipline on this though. Anyhow, it has been a blessed year thus far, with good things coming my way. Unknowingly, this verse came so true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt 6:33&lt;br /&gt;But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, out of obedience and of readiness to live my life for Christ, I decided that I would get baptized this year. Also, having gone through (am going through) the new believers class in Lighthouse, I have been enlightened in certain areas, such as the Holy Spirit, QT n stuff. Even though I am not exactly a new Christian, I wanted to be as a child, to be humble to start afresh and learn vital, important things new Christians ought to know and do that I might have missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be on the 28th Jul, at Lighthouse Tamp. Not sure the time though, around afternoon I think. All's invited even if I didn't ask you. yups..details to be confirmed later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-2619012435244062390?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2619012435244062390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=2619012435244062390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/2619012435244062390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/2619012435244062390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/07/upcoming-baptism.html' title='Upcoming Baptism'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-7135934242794738078</id><published>2007-06-29T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:19:49.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How well do you know me?</title><content type='html'>Click on the following link to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/642570"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and do tag my blog when you've done it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-7135934242794738078?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7135934242794738078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=7135934242794738078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7135934242794738078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7135934242794738078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-well-do-you-know-me.html' title='How well do you know me?'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-5211515170279623325</id><published>2007-06-28T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:26:12.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Short</title><content type='html'>Today, I received depressing news that Andrew Tham had an accident. I've got bits and pieces of information: He had a road accident while driving bike. The other vehicle is a taxi supposedly. He is in Changi General Hospital, Ward 33 - ICU. He had just undergone emergency trauma surgery and currently in coma, told to be stable by friends, I'm not sure. Will be visiting him tomorrow evening, hopefully he gets well. Daniel painted the usual description, "head swollen, full of tubes." Do pray for him guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew was one of my best friends in primary school, but gradually distanced over the years. I think he was in 4C in St.Hildas? Oh, that makes him 21 this year...what an unfortunate thing to happen. Life is full of the unexpected, and this incident reminded me that us humans are not superman, and definitely not invincible, it's so easy to lose one's life. Touch wood on that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet his loved ones, especially his parents are worried sick for him. He's the only child, if I recall that right. So guys if you know him you might wanna pop by to see him, and erm, even if you don't do say a quiet, even if quiet - prayer for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Peace-&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-5211515170279623325?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5211515170279623325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=5211515170279623325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5211515170279623325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/5211515170279623325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-is-short.html' title='Life is Short'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-4361099640261024428</id><published>2007-06-16T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:36:40.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAY! A Video Game Symphony.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.play-symphony.com/index.php"&gt;PLAY!&lt;/a&gt; A Video Game Symphony. Here from 15 - 16 Jun 2007, my and my friends got lucky at got 3 ticket for box seats, seating directly above the orchestra - Singapore Festival Orchestra, and the choir - NUS choir, on the 2nd level. For fear of copyright laws I shall not link any pictures, but i will give the webbies. (PLAY! website as linked above) &lt;a href="http://www.singaporeartsfest.com/programmes_detail.asp?pid=19&amp;t=2"&gt;Singapore Arts Festival 2007&lt;/a&gt;. (Ignore that, it's all over youtube! Check out the links below for links to youtube, i'll try my best)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the following programme thoroughly, very very nostalgic for a 2nd generation gamer such as I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singaporeartsfest.com/uploadmedia/01-fanfare.mp3"&gt;Play! A Video Game Symphony!&lt;/a&gt; (Prelude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2QWwXFOsoI"&gt;Super Mario Bros&lt;/a&gt;(Suite)&lt;br /&gt;Shenmue and Shenmue II (Sedge Tree)&lt;br /&gt;Lost Odyssey (Main Theme)&lt;br /&gt;Sonic the Hedgehog (Suite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xW_tIeCFW1g"&gt;Metal Gear Solid&lt;/a&gt;(Main Theme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2orHnUOQa8"&gt;Blue Dragon&lt;/a&gt; (Main Theme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtJRnFgPBxI"&gt;Kingdom Hearts&lt;/a&gt; (Suite)&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy VI (Dancing Mad)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Daytona USA (Piano, Takenobu Mistuyoshi* Guest Appearance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHsMjdy8HcM"&gt;Elder Scrolls IV:Oblivion&lt;/a&gt; (Suite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RNUYwRnnMJs"&gt;Chrono Trigger and Cross&lt;/a&gt; (Suite)&lt;br /&gt;World of Warcraft (Suite)&lt;br /&gt;HALO (Suite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qP5dRpcAx8o"&gt;Castlevania&lt;/a&gt; (Suite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_fwQwz0a3Q"&gt;The Legend of Zelda&lt;/a&gt; (Suite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yn71hIsm0U8"&gt;Final Fantasy VII&lt;/a&gt; (One-Winged Angel)@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ENCORE&lt;br /&gt;SHINOBI!!!!! (Suite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Suite means a combination of pieces, much like a medley.&lt;br /&gt;*ENCORE means...check the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of Youtube vid's I'd like to highlight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one cause the music simply rocks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RNUYwRnnMJs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RNUYwRnnMJs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one cause it's MARIO! Like Amos said, every one MUST have at least tried Mario!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u2QWwXFOsoI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u2QWwXFOsoI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one cause it's so simply CLASSIC! ZELDA!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_fwQwz0a3Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_fwQwz0a3Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*These links are NOT the ones heard today, but are somewhat representative. Nothing beats being there of course. Do check these out, they ROCK!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to sum it up, WORTH EVERY PENNY! Tickets were snapped up pretty fast in May, we got lucky! Like as mentioned, it is very nostalgic for older generation gamers, while the newer gamers were not left out either. Notwithstanding, non-gamers I'm positive enjoyed the experience thoroughly - it's energetic and dramatic and quite unlike classical symphonies which probably would drive ME to sleep. The big difference? They play CGs and gameplay videos while the orchestra plays, in-tune and matching to the scene. The opening Mario Brothers is sure classic! I saw Mario throwing turtle shells at the enemy and the flower eating fire spitting Mario! As well as 3D N64 new-generation Mario. What a thrill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's SONIC! That was one of my childhood games around 4,5 onwards when I got my SEGA~ HOW VERY NOSTALGIC!! AHHHH PULLS HAIR!! and ZELDA! AHHH!! They screened the OLDEST ZELDA I EVER(actually, never!) seen in my LIFE! Way before "Link from the Past - SNES" The later generation games were equally stunning. MSG was full of suspense, Lost Odyssey was new to me but the music was fabulous, as with the rest. W.O.W was just so reflective of what I have played from 2005-2007, except that I have totally ignored the music. And HALO! Of all things HALO 2! I mean, I just started the game and they were showing animations/CGs about the ending. Thank Goodness I caught on quick and shielded my eyes from the spoilers - but twas great anyway! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the finale. One-Winged Angel from FF7 by Nobuo Uematsu. I'm certain many of us have heard it before. But guess what? It is ABSOLUTELY STUNNING when you hear a live performance from an orchestra. There's so much energy, so much anticipation and suspense, and so climatic, just from hearing and FEELING the music. YES! FEELING the music! Totally different from hearing from an mp3. And *APPLAUSE*!!*APPLAUSE*!!*APPLAUSE*!!*APPLAUSE*!!*APPLAUSE*!!*APPLAUSE*!!*APPLAUSE*!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. ENCORE! WEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr Arnie Roth - Music Director and Conductor, came back stage and mumbled something i yet cannot catch, again. And, they actually played SHINOBI!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who owns a SEGA around 1990s and has played SHINOBI will tell you it is absolutely classic. A great game. And was another one of my favourite childhood games  then got stuck in my memory and got fuzzy until I recently tried it again on PSP. NOSTALGIA TO THE MAX! What a great day. Honest. Worth every penny, and I'm sorry to those who did not manage to get a ticket - so far, Matthew - , and also to everyone else who regretted not going, hope to see them come by again for their World Tour 2008! I'm definitely going again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-4361099640261024428?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4361099640261024428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=4361099640261024428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4361099640261024428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4361099640261024428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/06/play-video-game-symphony.html' title='PLAY! A Video Game Symphony.'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-7054725253995997652</id><published>2007-06-10T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T01:04:18.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Fantasy Alert!</title><content type='html'>For those who's played or heard about Final Fantasy, or of Zelda, or are just plain interested in a very hilarious RPG parody, check this out! This is the 1st of four parts be sure to check the rest out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gPutYwiiE0o"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gPutYwiiE0o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to the Blood Bank at HSA for........blood donation, duh.&lt;br /&gt;Right after doing the blood test (for iron density), a lady approached me and asked if i would like to donate my platelets and if I have the time (Pheresis donation). The whole process takes about 7 cycles which is a total of about 70-75mins on average. I was like, sure, why not? Oh I went with someone, and it's up to you to guess who was it! That someone was under 51, so, I was the only one suitable for pheresis donation. And they need good veins due to the long process - the veins might collapse. And so, I went, and the other person to the regular blood donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, have you seen the pheresis room? It's so posh! Every bed has a TV with pretty up to date movies to watch, cool. (free movies if u wish, lol.) Anyway, every cycle consists blood draw and blood return, each cycle about 10mins. It is quite painless really, like regular blood donation, and you can opt in if you are &gt;51kg and have suitable veins and have 1hr+ free time! Bet you didn't know. There is a dire need of platelets due to cancer and the recent high cases of dengue. Above all, you can donate every month as opposed to every 3 months for regular blood donation. Anyway, it is painless, except then when the blood returns, it is the strangest feeling yet. Just imagine feeling something flowing back into your veins. Yup. And after a few cycles I started to shiver every time the blood returns, it's probably due to loss of heat, I just start shivering uncontrollably, throughout my whole body. And the last few cycles were taxing on my veins, nonetheless I am MAN ENOUGH to finish it! AND I WILL BE BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that someone felt faint during my 4th or 5th cycle, and had the nurses attend to that someone. Lips having turned totally pale so suddenly it was scary. To think the doctor diagnosed someone with low blood pressure around 90+ and allowed someone to donate. Sigh. Anyway, someone collapsed on the MRT home. My goodness it was so sudden it was really scary. One moment someone looks alright, the next moment the lips turned pale, the eyes closed and someone just slid into unconsciousness for a few seconds. Really scary. Anyway, can someone please take care of someone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-7054725253995997652?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7054725253995997652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=7054725253995997652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7054725253995997652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7054725253995997652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/06/final-fantasy-alert.html' title='Final Fantasy Alert!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-4255637158412972108</id><published>2007-06-04T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:43:26.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right right.</title><content type='html'>OK! Yesterday I went down with Hsiu Huan to Paya Lebar Airbase for the NATIONAL RUNWAY CYCLING 2007. (We skated actually). The night before, Jude, and then Ren De messaged me and said they were feeling not so well, so, only we two ended up going. Actually, I was slightly flu-ey too, but decided to go ahead anyway, since I've never NEVER seen the insides of an airbase before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness it is really huge! (I have to watch what i post here lest i be dragged out of my house and court martialled). Cycling, skating on the runway is perhaps the biggest, longest piece of smooth flat land you can find in Singapore. It makes me wonder how can someone fall twice on that! Hehe. I took some photos but I better not post it up (apparently it is ok to take photos since everyone was doing that), so if you wanna see some, let me know :P. Hmm just realised it's nothing big really, photos are available on safra webby anyway. Anyway, we kinda like completed the 6km family route and someone decided it was too tiring, while I was just getting warmed up, hehe. Nonetheless, it was a memorable event, being able to view the insides of the airbase, and actually skating on them. And ohh, my fingers don't hurt anymore- yes, I fell - , someone must be feeling guilty right now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, don't be a hypocrite, a liar, or a backstabber, I wouldn't want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Alright peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-4255637158412972108?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4255637158412972108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=4255637158412972108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4255637158412972108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4255637158412972108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/06/right-right.html' title='Right right.'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-3609134223886624622</id><published>2007-05-26T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T19:05:27.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got my K800I, BROWN!</title><content type='html'>My goodness! BROWN! Was brown ever my in my favourite colour list? NO!&lt;br /&gt;But the more I look at it the nicer it looks. Too many people has black anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time to go mess around with my new phone. Laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little update on my life.&lt;br /&gt;Still slacking, looking forward to school now. Hoping to be doing something more meaningful than just slacking around. I'm available if you want to go out for a meeting or anything, or even if you need my help, feel free to ask. Life's great when there's a direction, a purpose. Now I have TWO! Thank God for showing me some light. Life is great when you know Christ is in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-3609134223886624622?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3609134223886624622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=3609134223886624622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/3609134223886624622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/3609134223886624622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/05/got-my-k800i-brown.html' title='Got my K800I, BROWN!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-7726807035919536800</id><published>2007-05-21T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:25:24.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you, boring Blog!</title><content type='html'>Due to popular demand, I'm back to make an update to a boring blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few weeks were really enjoyable, a lot of stuff, a lot of events, but none of blog material. These were things to keep within my own heart - fond memories, so I'm sorry people! Not all things are meant to be shared after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided on a phone to get...the K800I. And no, I'm not getting that horrid bronze coloured one that Dominic has (I have decent tastes). I wished they had white and orange though, I thought those phones look nice on the eye. Hope to get it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well than, 20th May just passed. Guess who's 21st? Hsiu Huan's! We're invited to her church at Costa Sands - Ren De, Jene? Jeen? Jean? Geen? Gene?, and me of course. My goodness. Waking up at 8.45am is a torture, but well, it's for someone's 21st, even Ren De could wake up, why not me? Hah. Went to capitol building to eat some at some Taiwanese Chicken Rice stall...'famous' for it's pork rice? How strange. Wasn't used to the pork though, too thin and crispy, felt like eating into crispy fats to me. Ugh. Exotic taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed down to Marina Square, and decided to do some bowling. Mind you, it was a long time since I last bowled. Funny, place was unusually empty for a Sunday. Anyway, there we were, Jean/Gean/Gene/GEE, Ren De, Esther(Ester!), me, 4 noobs playing. Guess who got 3 strikes in the first game? Esther! Who said she doesn't know how to bowl. Ya right. The highlight of the bowling? On the last game on Ren De's turn (we both decided to swing high, and use FORCE!), he swung his arms back. Ohh, the moment of truth! The ball SLIPPED RIGHT OUT of his fingers - yeah, they were wet he said ...i would have guessed so anyway - and flew back. I was anticipating that to happen just when he swung his arms and kind of withdrew myself even before the ball flew. It kind of like...fly a little, landed, and landed and rolled to the group of people playing on our left. I bet they were equally stunned as Ren De, rolling and laughing there and he commented he couldn't feel his fingers touching anything and dared not look back lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for pool after that. Great pool really. Me was on form~ And the girls did great, learning really fast, especially for Jean/Jeen/Gean...Gene? So much for physics student hah? Ren De had fun teaching her I bet? Anyway, rushed off for church after that. We're kind of late, but better than nothing. Good sermon, was about hope. Hope in Christ. I'll touch on that next time. Anyway, Esther came with me - my sister and friend was there. Hmm, Esther did something ewww in church...see if u can guess what it is! Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-7726807035919536800?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7726807035919536800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=7726807035919536800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7726807035919536800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7726807035919536800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-told-you-boring-blog.html' title='I told you, boring Blog!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-1290695057081128319</id><published>2007-05-01T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T10:06:16.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost My Phone</title><content type='html'>I think I'm losing things more and more these days. First I dropped my sister's giro-enabled EZ-Link card, which caused some problems for my sister cause she had to cancel all her cards cause we/they/she had no idea which one. Then i recently heard there were more problems regarding that cause there was some deduction made. No idea what's going on really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went blading with Daniel's friend and his friend's friends. And Alex told me he was dragged along to make up for the numbers, haha. Took 854 from my house down to Bedok. Very absent-minded, cause I left my house without my socks and my cones, how to skate?! Hai. Stupid me had to walk back and because of that was kind of late. Ya..so..854..and sleepy me sleep all the way till somewhere near Kambangan(sp?), then I msg'ed Daniel that I will be there in 5. Then sleepy me actually dozed off. When I actually got off the seat, I dropped my wallet cause I realised I wasn't holding it nor was it kept. Very naturally, I picked it, and alighted. When I tried to call Daniel (I was kind of late), AHA! I realised my phone was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jay-walked (ya gaywalk..cause we aren't supposed to cross the bus interchange right?) and went to look for the bus. Surprisingly the backdoor was open (it was one of those ultra-long TIBS buses) and went to search the area, but to no avail. Thought the driver picked it up. Went to the information counter. I found it very strange that the SBS guy had to direct me to a TIBS counter which HAD NO ONE! Very disturbing because I assumed they had a flow control somewhere for sure, someone that could help me proper. In the end I asked for the phone to call my HP....it rings! But no one picked up. This time I decided to leave it ringing while I go look for the  bus. AHA! CRAP! Bus left! Time seems to work against me. I went back and he suggested I call a certain number, and dialed and passed the phone to me. Now this irks me, because the guy on the line can neither speak clearly or audibly. This particular TIBS guy directed me to YET another number! (I heard something about servicing center and what not) And I couldn't remember what was the model number, and that the bus just left the interchange how could it be at some 'service-center'? Yup. So I kind of brushed it aside *thankfully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I was late, I thought I couldn't meet Daniel at the supposed place. And, I had no means to contact him as I didn't remember his number offhand. Thankfully, I called Esther and she got his number, and helped me arranged things. She was also worried for me and ya, I'm thankful for all you've done, and Daniel too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I felt strangely peaceful through it all, I think when the spirit is right with God, I felt peace. I knew he was in control and I decided to trust in him. And I learnt that we should always give thanks in any and every circumstances. God is good, all the time, and all the time, God is good. How true. I was actually singing and feeling good about the incident which led me to realise these things. Though I must admit that the numbers that were lost were a little troublesome, especially having lost some of my doctor friends' numbers I met in NS, and the other guys, and all my messages. Yet I realised another truth in the event. I was much more willing to lose something so material, and keep things more precious such as love, friends, family, my soul, and above all, God.  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/k/kjv/kjv-idx?type=DIV2&amp;byte=4557852"&gt;Mark.8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[36] For what shall it  profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;And when I reached home I had to wake up my sister from her sleep to cancel the line. Sigh. I'm such a trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Update-&lt;br /&gt;While in the midst of writing the blog, I decided to give the number that the TIBS guy gave me a try. Though in my mind I thought it would be futile, as having called my phone repeatedly no one answered, and I was pretty sure someone found it in the bus, unless it dropped into a drain while I stepped out - which would be really suay, according to Daniel. So I explained my predicament to them, tried to describe my phone (and I couldn't tell them the model number cause I can't remember). The guy went and asked around, and in the background I heard about some blue coloured phone..thought it was predominately silver?! (Honestly, I can't even remember what colour my phone looks like!) When he asked me what is my home number, I repeated it to him. (At this juncture I really thought they found my phone already.) He told me...ah I don't think this one. (Then my heart sank...it just went through a corkscrew roller coaster) He asked me, "got any message?" And I fumbled and tried to say that I left a contact number and he asked "got name?" and I thought and replied, "ya, Daniel Wong".&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya, we found your phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I just realised something. If I called earlier when the guy gave me the number, it would have been fruitless because the bus had just left Bedok Interchange, and I would definitely not call the number again, which means I WILL NOT find the phone. Ya. Time wasn't working against me, it was working FOR me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that calling of my phone, and no one picking up. Messaging, and no one replying, and yet if someone had no intention of returning the phone (as in keeping for themselves) I would think they would have turned the phone off already. And ya, after all that, I actually managed to trace my phone. Miraculous. I'm thankful I maintained my trust and faith in God, for I know He is in control. I felt I actually gained from this incident than lose. The importance of giving thanks in ALL circumstances. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I actually started looking for new phones when I reached home. I thought it was high time to get a new phone anyway. Now that I got my phone back (tomorrow rather), I would like some suggestions so I can make an informed decision. I'm looking at SE...any recommendations?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-1290695057081128319?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1290695057081128319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=1290695057081128319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/1290695057081128319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/1290695057081128319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/05/lost-my-phone.html' title='Lost My Phone'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-7335977061470009266</id><published>2007-04-29T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:59:41.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Brush With DEATH</title><content type='html'>Today I had a close encounter with death. Only armed with my wrist guards, I went downstairs to blade supposedly leisurely - slowly and safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first bus-stop at Buangkok Green, I took a left turn and headed down a slope. By the time i went 10metres, I realised that the slope was pretty steep and I was fast gaining speed. I was a little afraid now, as I continued to gain speed at an alarming rate while noticing 3 things. Firstly, the speed that I was going was so fast now, that it felt my heart was about to jump out of my mouth. I could not slow down with T-stops and heel drags, I only went faster and faster and faster. I contemplated a grass-stop, but realised that I was going too fast, and the sudden change in momentum will throw me flying into the air, possibly into the road. Next, at the end of the 400m(I think.) it was a pretty sharp left turn, 10metres of pretty uneven pavement, and then a rectangular S shaped(extremely tight) turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to gain so much speed, a tiny gap, unevenness in the ground, even the covered drain platform might just throw me flying if my wheels get jammed in the slightest wrong angle. You could imagine how close i felt to being critically injured, not having worn any guards (I even thoughts the guards would have been insufficient cause I didn't have a helmet), or worse still, death. As I approached the end of the slope I DIDN'T manage to slow down! But I managed to maneuver the left turn, almost lost my balance but didn't. Somehow by the grace of God I managed to slow down enough to tackle the very difficult S (the path was narrow and uneven) and didn't fly into either the longkan or the road. But I was so shaken after that I couldn't stand straight. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I went around the blocks towards Hougang Point and back towards my home. Having decided prior to leaving my house that I ought to check out the multi-storey carpark at it's top level, I did. (I hope you have a visual impression of the new multi-storey carparks for purpose of explanation) Going up the slopes each level was a chore, because of the very uneven surface made by the 'circle patterns'. When I finally reached the end, I was panting. Real tired. And I could see into my house! It's the same level as the last open air level of the car park. I went close, and realised that the edge was dangerously low, way below my thighs near my knees and I instinctively stepped back (rolled back actually). When I had to return, I contemplated going down the slopes. I knew I just had to try one. I knew also it was rather steep but I thought it was manageable. I guess I was wrong! I underestimated the slope and when I went down I gained speed at an alarming rate. I had to do a sharp turn by the time the slope ended in order to avoid falling 6 storeys down. It could have been a nice parallel slide but sadly I wasn't proficient in that *nor was the speed and angle I was going anywhere near safe*. I'm thankful I got away with just an abrasion on my left elbow and my knee. I could have been flat on the ground..ground zero. Well after that when I saw the slope down to the bottom level, I was like "OH NO WAY!", not only because I just fell, but because the end of that particular slope is a drainage that had it's covers removed*probably stolen and that gap is just waiting to devour me and fling me into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v645/du3z/DSCN0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v645/du3z/DSCN0833.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my elbow if you actually thought it was my knee. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's anywhere near funny though. Skating downhill is REALLY SCARY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-7335977061470009266?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7335977061470009266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=7335977061470009266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7335977061470009266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7335977061470009266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/close-brush-with-death.html' title='Close Brush With DEATH'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-7428153953566629296</id><published>2007-04-25T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:36:22.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migrate?</title><content type='html'>Just went to look at the mp3 player code at MySpace. It's pretty nice overall. Like a friendster+music/video/normal blog all squeezed into one. Should I...we migrate? Seems to have more functionality. Opps. I wonder if this post is actually allowed. Later get banned from blogspot haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-7428153953566629296?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7428153953566629296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=7428153953566629296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7428153953566629296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7428153953566629296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/migrate.html' title='Migrate?'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-6155868519302351865</id><published>2007-04-24T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:48:50.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition</title><content type='html'>Forget about the angst post below. I decided to put some mp3 in my blog (think you'll need apple quicktime if you don't), say - updated weekly or every few days or so. Got requests? Let me know..now playing..last week 2 weeks lesson...Title's at the bottom if you're curious. Yup yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm sorry.. 56kb users I hope I don't kill your connection &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-6155868519302351865?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6155868519302351865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=6155868519302351865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/6155868519302351865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/6155868519302351865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-addition.html' title='New Addition'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-8117251923753205691</id><published>2007-04-22T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:46:10.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ Forgives</title><content type='html'>Everything that used to be in this post - deleted. If Christ can forgive so willingly, then I as a Christian should also strive to be Christ-like, yet not perfect, but made perfect in his graciousness. Therefore as our sins have been blotted out so completely by the Blood of Jesus Christ, then also this issue blotted out completely - yet remembering the lessons learnt. Over the past few days I have read, seen and heard rather miraculous things, and I know divine intervention was in play, is, and will be to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a privilege to be able to receive God's love with grace, and indeed it is very true that the human heart is made such that it needs God and his gracious love. Devoid of it, life has always something -empty-, knowing that death creeps closer every second and not knowing the fate that lies thereafter. Everytime I turn away from Jesus and slide away I begin to suffer like those without Christ. Life begins to feel so meaningless and I question the meaning of it - when I look at the suffering of myself and others, of war and chaos- the homeless, the oppressed, the fatherless and the widowed. Yet thankfully I do know Christ, and by his love will always somehow draw me back to Him. And I am more grateful for that someone who always reminds me and draws me back to Him. But I feel for those who refused God's love, and with it, the meaning of life and the promise of salvation for the life after. God is real. I'm thankful that while many Christians have seen miracles that some people may attribute it to 'coincidence', I have seen and heard many that are tangible and irrefutable, (some of which I can't share yet.). I have also felt God's presence being very real and tangible in the form of the anointing of the Holy Spirit. It was during a song worship...and I was really cold, close to the point of shivering, but not. And suddenly I felt this wave-like force wrapping my whole  body and it felt like electricity rising through my body towards the head - and it was very warm - and no, I wasn't shivering..I wasn't cold anymore. I was quite afraid, yet excited, but was somehow fixed in place somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that incident tells that while faith in God is of paramount importance, when I started to want to feel God tangibly and felt that, it was a reminder to me that, through physical experience, God is real. The other extreme though, I have seen dozens of people (like south with of indoor standium?) - the city harvest choir being slained all at once, they all fell back at the same time. And so did the other sections. And I saw pastor Kong(sp?)- CHC's pastor being pushed backwards, off the ground, together with 2 people supporting him. I reasoned and knew that the angle and force, the height of how he was 'flying' backwards, with even 2 people supporting him, is physically impossible. Unless perhaps you challenge my knowledge in Physics (Though I believe even an observant secondary school student could tell..), or that the whole thing was staged (which is even more far-fetched, but I will not say why), then there was an unseen force..something very spiritual. However, I was overwhelmed then, but now, decided that I should not attribute everything spiritual in nature to be of God. The devil knows the spirituality of human and makes use of human superstitious behavior to deceive them away from knowing the true God. Thus it is indeed very dangerous to take everything at face value (speaking to Christians), that we should have our foundations fixed on the Word of God- The Bible, that we should put on the full armour of God, and judge the person's teachings (but not the person) and discern if his teachings are of God or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing this episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2Tim.3&lt;br /&gt;[16] All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness:&lt;br /&gt;[17] That the man of God may be perfect, throughly furnished unto all good works.&lt;/h3&gt;that I would rather face the problem and correct the wrong things, wrong attitude from any side then run away from it. And Jeremy you did that somewhat. That's good. Daniel, you have much to learn my young padawan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-8117251923753205691?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8117251923753205691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=8117251923753205691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/8117251923753205691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/8117251923753205691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/stupidness-pays.html' title='Christ Forgives'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-4162996241889839067</id><published>2007-04-17T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:31:29.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Sick</title><content type='html'>Oh great, signs and symptoms - and I think I am falling sick soon.&lt;br /&gt;What, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my throat started itching, starting from the palate, right at the back of the throat (it feels dry and itchy...which sucks).&lt;br /&gt;Today, my throat felt itchier, and now it's quite painful.&lt;br /&gt;It probably looks red and swollen now.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, it will probably be a sore throat - coupled with a hoarse voice.&lt;br /&gt;And there after, intermittent fever that fluctuates throughout the day (signs of bacterial infection. - a doc explained to me it's due to fluctuating bacteria levels. But most URTIs are caused by viral infections like common flu, can someone explain why the fever fluctuates? - Shera? Pradip? Anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;I may start coughing. Or I may lose my voice, or both.&lt;br /&gt;Then the coughing gets severe, triggering a mild bronchitis.&lt;br /&gt;And then I cough a few weeks until I recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;My classic signs of an URTI - upper respiratory tract infection. Most of the times it stops there.&lt;br /&gt;I used to have recurrent tonsillitis too, until I had them removed last November.&lt;br /&gt;But when it gets worse, my lungs(lower tract) get affected as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one weak kid, sad right?&lt;br /&gt;Will the above happen?&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;17/April 07 - 12:10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up. Very Groggy. The Uvula - that bally thing at the back of your throat - is like, twice the size. Sore throat, and rather red. (The bally got so big after my tonsillectomy I couldn't breathe...Yup. Almost covering the whole mouth, choking me when i sleep cause it's extremely lax.) Mucus was green (oh no ...infection) .. but i saw some brown/red substance I couldn't really discern what it was. Blood Probably. But that's unusual, except during the week after my tonsillectomy, that was normal. We shall see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18/April 07 - 10:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...feeling sore, but better than expected. I normally lose my voice by now. Which means, all's good! But every morning I just wake up feeling horribly painful in the throat. Ew. Coupled with sinus problems - me having to breathe through my mouth - just makes things worse.&lt;br /&gt;But.. all's good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-4162996241889839067?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4162996241889839067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=4162996241889839067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4162996241889839067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4162996241889839067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/falling-sick.html' title='Falling Sick'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-2401961188940965140</id><published>2007-04-13T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T12:03:17.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Friday the 13th!</title><content type='html'>Yup. Feeling lost today and in need for directions. UP DOWN LEFT RIGHT? OR UP UP DOWN DOWN LEFT LEFT START+SELECT? Shera is asking moi go Ikea with Mei Lin and Dom...should I go? Then I'll have to lug around my skating equipment ew. Heavy stuff. Lug around cause I have to stay over at my sister's place tonight. Tomorrow is my first day of the 2nd(3rd actually) module of my keyboard lessons. &lt;a href="http://www.believermusic.com/EN/program_details.aspx?CourseCategoryID=2"&gt;http://www.believermusic.com/EN/program_details.aspx?CourseCategoryID=2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups. It's called Worship Dynamics II. Stuff I have learned in part 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span x style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;" &gt;Theme &amp; Worship Devotion: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span x   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;color:black;"&gt;        Discover THE HEART OF GOD (Part I): Connect and align your heart with        God’s desires &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="margin-right: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;       &lt;span x style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;" &gt;Rhythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span x style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;" &gt; Variation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span x  style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;"&gt;:     &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span x   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;color:black;"&gt; Perfect your rhythmic feel as you build upon        the rhythms learnt in Beginner module and apply them appropriately to        express intimacy and intensity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p xstyle="margin-bottom:12.0pt" style="margin-right: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;       &lt;span x style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;" &gt;       Harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span x  style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span x  style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;"&gt;Widen your musical vocabulary with enhanced chords        (major 7ths, minor 7ths, sus2 &amp; sus4) that add devotional depth to your        worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span x  style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;       &lt;span xstyle="font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;       &lt;span xstyle="font-weight:bold"&gt;Chord Progression Immersion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span x  style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span x  style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span x style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;color:black;"  &gt; Learn to sense and harness the inherent power of chord        progressions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p xstyle="margin-bottom:12.0pt" style="margin-right: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span xstyle="font-weight:bold"&gt;Worship       Immersion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span x  style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span x  style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span x style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;color:black;"  &gt; Experience authentic worship flow as you combine the power of        music with devotional scripture, psalm, prayer and song *Cut n Paste from webby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p xstyle="margin-bottom:12.0pt" style="margin-right: 5px;"&gt;Part 2 includes addition rhythm variation, Melodic introduction, melody integration, more fills, and...play in harder keys i guess?&lt;/p&gt;Mind you the first time I attended the first module I was super nervous, cause I thought I wasn't up to par. Then, when they introduced themselves, the other course-mates,  so many 8th grade classical students,  I was like ... /faint. Guess the way they pace... I'm not that bad after all haha. But I'm feeling pretty nervous about tomorrow...different ballgame. After this next module I'm supposed to be able to lead/play for worship, meaning must be adequately 'zai' ... sigh I get too nervous when playing solo for audience...play alone at home still OK. That means, cell-group setting maybe I can't play but church setting I can? (in a band)...haha. Stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway peace guys, gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p xstyle="margin-bottom:12.0pt" style="margin-right: 5px;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-2401961188940965140?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2401961188940965140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=2401961188940965140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/2401961188940965140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/2401961188940965140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/lost-friday.html' title='Lost Friday the 13th!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-1464162068585328184</id><published>2007-04-10T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:44:01.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>Everyone needs forgiveness. The world will be a much better place if people are more forgiving of each other's faults. Those who bear grudges will live a bitter life, and that , I don't want. On the receiving end, people feel guilt. Guilty when in knowing, or otherwise, done something wrong. And the grace and love when they are forgiven, it's blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty of many things also, consciously or  unknowingly I have done wrong to others up till now. I really hope that they will forgive me. It is not in my blood to bear grudges or deliberately find fault with others, to wrong others. What good is it to make enemies of others, when you live harmoniously, amicably with others? So, forgive me if I have wronged you in any way. "Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sinned against us" - from the Lord's Prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would u forgive someone that betrayed you?"&lt;br /&gt;Probably Yes..&lt;br /&gt;"But would you forgive someone that repeatedly betrayed you?&lt;br /&gt;Highly Probably No.&lt;br /&gt;-adapted from Ren De's question..hope u dun mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, not everyone is THAT forgiving, it's only natural. I suppose you have your own way of dealing with it. I on the other hand, have repeatedly betrayed and let ONE man down. It really burdens and wears me down, thats why I'm posting this in the first place. Yet the grace and love never ends, and the forgiveness given freely. Surely one such as I don't deserve such forgiveness? But that is what grace means. That one man is Jesus Christ, Son of God - died for our sins, pure and blameless...yet for our sake suffered humiliation, torture, and death? And do our actions justify enough gratitude for such an act? No, never ever will. We can NEVER do enough, and yet we(I) turn away from Him from time to time. Surely that makes God's heart cry, but mine does too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe? By faith, or by the miracles that you see(or yet to see), or by facts? YHWH is the God of ALL creation, of the Muslims, the Christians - Catholics &amp; Protestants. Even Muslims acknowledge Jesus exists, but just as a prophet. Do you believe he exists? But just a good and honest man perhaps? But know that only Jesus proclaims that He is God? Know that not one of the founders of the major religions in the world claim that he is God? The big difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John1.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;[&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;] Jesus saith unto him, I am the&lt;b&gt;  way&lt;/b&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Jesus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt; just be a Prophet. Jesus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt; be just a good an honest man. If he speaks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; the truth, HE is the world's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREATEST LIAR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1Cor.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;14&lt;/b&gt;] And if Christ be not risen, then is our preaching vain, and your faith is also vain.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt;] Yea, and we are found false witnesses of God; because we have testified of God that he raised up Christ: whom he raised not up, if so be that the dead rise not.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;16&lt;/b&gt;] For if the dead rise not, then is not Christ raised:&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt;] And if Christ be not raised, your faith is vain; ye are yet in your sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God for Christ is risen, otherwise all of us who believes believed in vain indeed, that accounts for billions of souls. Christ is not the world greatest liar. He is the world's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREATEST&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only SAVIOUR&lt;/span&gt;. For the very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unworthy&lt;/span&gt;, He died. Will you take his blood, and believe that you are a sinner - the wages of sin is death, of hell and eternal condemnation - and will accept Christ as your personal Saviour? Pray this, and mean it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus, I know that I am a sinner, and unless you save me I am lost forever. I come to you now, the best way I know how, and ask you to save me. I now receive you as my Savior. In Jesus Name, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything written in the Bible is of God. It is the LIVING word of God. Which mean it must be entirely true. Which means, hell is real. So you'd better believe...it's not too late yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some amazing stuff about the Bible you've probably not realized (whether you believe or not):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.av1611.org/amazing.html"&gt;http://www.av1611.org/amazing.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I feel a lot better after writing.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-1464162068585328184?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1464162068585328184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=1464162068585328184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/1464162068585328184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/1464162068585328184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-2912874226495521622</id><published>2007-04-09T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:00:38.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skating And Blisters</title><content type='html'>07 April 07 (Sat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to East Coast Park, (Alone. Daniel and Russel pang seh/fly aeroplane/abandon me again.) after my keyboard lessons. Registration started at 3PM. It was a slalom/slide clinic. Slalom is about skating around cones, freestyle. Seen it? Sliding was new to me though, it was about sliding/skidding on rollerblades - daredevil stuff...especially when you need to go pretty fast to slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing? The group of people attending the class was a group of middle-aged guys, like 40+, with an Aunty amongst them. Hope they aren't reading LOL. And they were sure fit and wild LOL. I saw the oldest amongst them (I think close to 50) hanging upside down on a bar with his legs oO. The other younger people are already part of the inline-culture gang, which I suppose it is a school and they, demo-team. Oh, the clinic was conducted by Naomi Grigg (UK Slalom Champ) and Steven( Cool guy, local).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's what slalom looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-AvjXLH65M"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-AvjXLH65M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a power slide (one sliding move):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WsxzHPzAfM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WsxzHPzAfM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I was totally beat. 3pm to 1030pm? I have NEVER skated that much before. By the end of it my arms were so 'nua' I can't push myself off the ground. They hurt, not ache, even now. Fell a couple of times, most memorably was when the laces on my left got stuck to my right boots. That really threw me off the ground with NO way of recover, except after landing flat on my hips. OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was expecting a blister to form then. Apparently something was rubbing against my feet's arch. It hurts! And now there's a little 10cent sized blister with fluid there..sigh. That spurred me to read up on blisters and hey! Blisters shouldn't be popped cause it's a natural defensive mechanism of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mine looks something the size of this ;( eww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/96/Blister.jpg/200px-Blister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/96/Blister.jpg/200px-Blister.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiki- A blister or bulla is a defense mechanism of the human body. When the outer (epidermis) layer of the skin separates from the fibre layer (dermis), a pool of lymph and other bodily fluids collect between these layers while the skin re-grows from underneath. Blisters can be caused by chemical or physical injury. An example of chemical injury would be an allergic reaction. Physical injury can be caused by heat, frostbite, or friction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, take care! I have to go play my games and rest. (It is not an *oxymoronic statement!) 2 days after the event and still aching all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-2912874226495521622?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2912874226495521622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=2912874226495521622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/2912874226495521622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/2912874226495521622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/skating-and-blisters.html' title='Skating And Blisters'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-8901777032524431316</id><published>2007-04-06T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:51:24.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>4th April 07 (Wednesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our one and only.....ZHU JIA! (Mr. Piggy) Happy 21st birthday dude!&lt;br /&gt;The choice of celebration is *drumrolls* KTV! Woo, it's been ages since I last visited one. It's in Serangoon CC, can't remember the name. It's was a hilarious night, the attendees were myself, Daniel, Cher Hao, Julia, Alvin, Ying Xi and the man himself, ZHU JIA! It was a night of horrendous out-of-tune singing *props to daniel*, and pat yourself on the back if you were there to hear him sing! It's a rare treat. Funny as Hell. (not that hell is any bit funny.) Oh and please. Japanese songs in hiragana, sweet?! Anyway, some pics for you guys. Note the kissing~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making a wish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RhUnxJ4N2cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AHUMiSamark/s1600-h/DSCN0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049986282584660418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RhUnxJ4N2cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AHUMiSamark/s320/DSCN0775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Must want a new GF)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RhUnxZ4N2dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oats2p6Pe0U/s1600-h/DSCN0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049986286879627730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RhUnxZ4N2dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oats2p6Pe0U/s320/DSCN0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lucky Zhu Jia! I also want!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RhUnx54N2eI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dzXaVhITMEQ/s1600-h/DSCN0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049986295469562338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RhUnx54N2eI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dzXaVhITMEQ/s320/DSCN0800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (but he looks surprised, lol)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now this looks interesting....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RhUnyZ4N2fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DPvIRx3Jp6E/s1600-h/DSCN0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049986304059496946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RhUnyZ4N2fI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DPvIRx3Jp6E/s320/DSCN0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Note we heard some slurping sound....eee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanks Zhu we enjoyed ourselves :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5th April 07 (Thursday) - Thanksgiving!&lt;/p&gt;Well, I have a lot to give thanks to God for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my Final Theory Test. Well the last time I did any studying was a month ago. So the night before and this morning, I realised I couldn't recall anything at all. Know that feeling before a test? (And I didn't even do any last minute studying, just bring the theory book around doesn't count ;P) Anyhow, I decided to go early to try out one e-trial test before the actual one.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't so early, and the counter staff were really slow. It makes me really nervous as the minutes tick by... until it was so late, like just 10 mins before registration I decided to trust in God's grace. "Yea, though I walk through the valley of hte shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;thy rod and thy staff they comfort me." Psalm 23:4&lt;br /&gt;And thus, in faith I had no preparation and took the test.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out..easy. I finished under 12mins and was the 2nd guy out of the room. The result??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PASS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the afternoon's weather was blazing hot. I could feel the intense heat, especially by the road. And I thought (or prayed), may the Lord sustain me and let me not go weary. Immediately a strong breeze blew, and it continued, and I was like, wow. Praise God. Then I recalled a friend that shared with us about how when she did wakeboarding( is it wakeboarding down at ECP? not sure), it was raining heavily. But every time her turn came, it dwindled to a drizzle, and immediately after her turn it would start pouring again. Amazing. haha. Like an On/Off switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Peace.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-8901777032524431316?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8901777032524431316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=8901777032524431316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/8901777032524431316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/8901777032524431316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/RhUnxJ4N2cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AHUMiSamark/s72-c/DSCN0775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-4103949942215876735</id><published>2007-04-04T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T01:33:36.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>666 Mark of the Beast</title><content type='html'>Behold! Some company's paying $250 per person who signs up to get an IDchip implanted.&lt;br /&gt;Webby : &lt;a href="http://www.idchip.com/s1/entry.htm"&gt;http://www.idchip.com/s1/entry.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say you, will you bow to the Devil and receive the mark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Revelation 13:16-18: "He causes all both small and great, rich and poor, free and slave toreceive a mark on their RIGHT hand or on their forheads, and that no one may buy or sell except one who has the mark or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him who has understanding calculate the number of the beast, for it is the number of a man: His number is 666."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on. Read wisely. Then choose.&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/8948684-4103949942215876735?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4103949942215876735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=4103949942215876735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4103949942215876735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/4103949942215876735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/666-mark-of-beast.html' title='666 Mark of the Beast'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-7129063909579275754</id><published>2007-04-03T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T16:46:13.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eavesdropping</title><content type='html'>Tsk. Bad manners but I can't help it. (It's audible!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sunday I was on bus 72 on the way home when I started hearing the couple behind me arguing. Not so actually, the girl said something along the lines of, "I don't want to say this actually, but.." And that was the start of it, more like a one sided complain, or that the guy couldn't mouth anything while the girl barrages him. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem arose, apparently, because the guy was waiting for that girl, and because of that the girl had to leave the cellgroup early. The girl was terribly pissed cause she wanted to fellowship with them and in doing so, minister to them. That is to her, doing God's work. The guy, being rather insensitive continued to SMS her many times, knowing full well that she was in the cell. She asked a rhetorical question of how many hours had she spent with the guy days before, and that he is stopping her of doing God's work.&lt;br /&gt;"So I have a bf, I can't do God's work? Which is more important I thought we have laid it all down?"&lt;br /&gt;"How much time do you want me to spend with you? A few months(I think she meant days) don't see each other will die meh? Is our love that shallow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the gist of it basically. Admittedly I don't know the full story nor have I heard everything right. I wouldn't judge, but I'll give my opinions. (I had the urge to turn around to talk to them then...LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The guy was too insensitive about the girl's needs and desire to do God's work, having already laid down the priorities in their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;2. I agree with the girl, is their love that shallow? Personally in my own relationships I have marriage as a goal. What is a few hours, days, compared to a life time? Maybe, just maybe, if the guy had such a perspective he wouldn't feel so insecure, wanted so much control. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nevertheless, the girl ought to appreciate the bf. I mean, at least the guy wants to be with her(at least credit him for that.).&lt;br /&gt;4. I hope they work out ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to apologize for making my friend angry.&lt;br /&gt;It might have been a bad joke, you might have been moody.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless I was too insensitive and thoughtless.&lt;br /&gt;So with all sincerities, I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-7129063909579275754?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7129063909579275754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=7129063909579275754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7129063909579275754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7129063909579275754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/eavesdropping.html' title='Eavesdropping'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-3703020901791582345</id><published>2007-04-01T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:41:07.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre Twists</title><content type='html'>It's going to be a long post, bear with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Mar 07 (Sat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended my saturday keyboard lessons as usual at believermusic. It is a local (I think) company that trains musicians for worship, in a very Christian-ed setting. There's keyboard, guitar, vocal for all levels. I was introduced to this by Hsiu Huan (hugs for that). Anyway, just in case you guys are interested , the website is &lt;a href="http://www.believermusic.com/EN/Index.aspx"&gt;http://www.believermusic.com/EN/Index.aspx.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.believermusic.com/EN/Index.aspx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll talk about that another time. Today (yesterday actually) is Clarence Chan's 21st birthday party. When the group of us (Sivam, Daniel, Yi Xiong, Jeremy, Ping Han/Hao, Victor, ME!) took 29 from Tamp there, we sorta got...lost. And to think we've got a SAT COM(Yi Xiong) and a Recce/Scout (Victor) with us...what's that about efficient 3G Army oO. When we got there, the chalet was...huge. 2storey bungalow, Aloha chalet. The thing that caught our eyes were... the number of people (and of course the number of pretty girls haha). It's probably the largest-scaled birthday party I have ever attended. The decor, the reception party, food&amp;amp;drinks, games, uh - and a full band. Projector TV and...XBOX oO? It was really humid...but it was also fun to see old friends and uh, familiar faces. Clarence happened to be my pri/sec/jc friend...so I saw many pri/sec/jc friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the joke of the century. I saw Lynnette Kang (frm tjc, forgot wut cg) and I assumed she was invited as a jc friend. Strangely, she was sitting with Clarence's primary school classmates(6/7). So I asked her, "What are you doing here?" and she replied "Uh, I'm invited here of course?" Actually I was just curious how was she related to Clarence. Then I asked, "How come you hanging out with the 6/7 gang?" To my HORROR, she was from 6/7. I mean, OMG? 2 years in Temasek and neither of us knew that we were from St.Hilda's primary?!&lt;br /&gt;I mean comon, I recognised everyone else's faces when I was in TJ, but hers! (It's a consolation she didnt' recognise me either). BUT! 6/7 was like one of the closer classes my class used to mingle around. Had a couple of good friends there too.&lt;br /&gt;Simply flabbergasted. *Hides under blanket*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 April 07 (Sun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I saw Agnus and a couple of familiar faces too. Anyway, Zhu Jia and I stayed over Daniel's place cause we simply stayed too far to take cab home. (Overnight charges are expensive) Anyhow, Zhu Jia slept like a pig (hence his name?) the moment his head hit the mattress. I was, as usual, playing Diablo 2. I swear that one of them was sleep-talking, or otherwise I was hearing things. I slept late, naturally. Could hardly wake up. When I did, I was giddy *having slept at 4am and being woken up rudely at 9+, who wouldn't?*. A night without brushing teeth, washing face, showering felt like I was in field camp. I really how people can go for days without? So I thought to myself.."too tired..never brush teeth..don't feel like going church". A few minutes later Daniel's mom came in asking if we wanted toothbrushes. AH.&lt;br /&gt;I never enjoyed brushing as much as I did today. Anyway, I still felt tired and lacked motivation to go. Just then, my close friend called up to check if I was awake to go to church. That was it.&lt;br /&gt;God provides. I just had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-3703020901791582345?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3703020901791582345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=3703020901791582345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/3703020901791582345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/3703020901791582345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/04/bizarre-twists.html' title='Bizarre Twists'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-7061124963058957790</id><published>2007-03-29T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T13:45:50.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is is true?</title><content type='html'>Brother Lie Cong linked a personality test from Zhi Wei and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insisted&lt;/span&gt; we(rather, I) try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see if it's true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Your Personality Style Description:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                                                  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Jonathan is a fact finder and does things "by the book". He can be sensitive if others are being critical of his work, especially if they have not carefully reviewed all the data. Jonathan clarifies expectations before undertaking new projects, and he works hard to meet standards. Jonathan will typically maintain a neat and orderly work environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing the value of a good relationship, Jonathan is very patient and caring when relating to others. He is even-paced; and Jonathan usually remains calm and relaxed, even in situations that may ruffle some others. He likes the role of a peacemaker, when working through problems, Jonathan tries to rely on successful strategies that have proven results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he cares about how others feel, Jonathan may feel uncomfortable making decisions that strongly affect others. He typically encourages others to be involved in the decision making process and prefers to work in a team role. Others tend to see Jonathan as agreeable and humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan prefers a rational and moderate approach when first entering new situations and tries to avoid extremes. He likes the company of others, but Jonathan is equally comfortable spending a quiet evening alone. He is a realist who will always weigh his options before he makes a decision to move ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web @ is &lt;a href="https://secure.motivationalliving.com/"&gt;https://secure.motivationalliving.com/&lt;/a&gt; (you have to sign up...free trial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry about the template. It's just so not me to use default template but...can't help it. It's too tedious, anyone care to volunteer? Haha.&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/8948684-7061124963058957790?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7061124963058957790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=7061124963058957790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7061124963058957790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/7061124963058957790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-is-true.html' title='Is is true?'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-6065549055857360881</id><published>2007-03-26T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:41:55.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blogger Returns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A long time ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     On the planet Earth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        .. There was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;blogger..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JONATHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STRIKES&lt;br /&gt;BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just curious...who's interested in reading my blog, to justify me updating it haha.&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan, signing out to update my template.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8948684-6065549055857360881?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6065549055857360881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=6065549055857360881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/6065549055857360881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/6065549055857360881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2007/03/blogger-returns.html' title='The Blogger Returns!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110913089380861585</id><published>2005-02-23T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T12:00:27.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;CHECK THIS OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/misc/features.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://shop.blizzard.com/images/wowbox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wouldn't be able to blog anytime soon, this thing I'm playing now is extremely addictive and FUN. Don't think I'll play much of Shattered Galaxy now either..HAH! Anyway be sure to check out its webby, I've provided a picture link, and by all means check out the screenshots, and definitely check out the movie trailer. It is a MUST! (Currently playing in Shadowmoon server, nick: Blueice. Sorry ZeroX fans, they don't allow multiple caps, ie, ZeroX becomes Zerox, which looks like Xerox the printing company..eww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-110913089380861585?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110913089380861585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110913089380861585' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110913089380861585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110913089380861585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110870224234491228</id><published>2005-02-18T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T13:38:11.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepting Thyself</title><content type='html'>Alas, it is time for self reflection. Albeit after living for 19 years, I have never gotten used to this, what i thought was -forsaken shell- aka body. I was never normal, born with microtia 3rd grade. I wonder how many of my friends knew, how many accept, how many deny. Like I've said, im pretty sure the majority of my closer friends knew, but have never mentioned about it, though they accept me as I am. However, up till now I could not really have the courage to accept myself, mindful of my physical disability. I am, afterall, perfectly human with needs, emotions and desires like any other.&lt;br /&gt;  Then, some point a few days ago, I suddenly realised my folly. All these while I have been rejecting myself, like many, accursing a part of us, hoping that we could play God and desire a better self( hence the proliferation of the cosmetic surgery industry). In actual fact, we're all questioning God's ability to create all of us in GOOD WORKS and perfection to HIS plan. We're all made for a purpose, or so I thought. So, when we doubt ourselves, we doubt God. We lose trust in Him. Hence, all my struggles with myself was actually with Him.. no wonder, I've always felt something was lacking, or wrong. Right now, Im trying to put my special gifts to His Will, but then again, what is His Will? Truthfully, I still lack the true courage to accept myself, and I find myself ignoring myself and other people. Is that what things are supposed to be? Certainly, the answer is "NO" but I need time, courage and support. I want to stop doubting God, in both His Strength and Grace, and Will of course.&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, there hasn't been much things happening, except for many thoughts brewing and swirling in my mind. Nevertheless, A level results in 2 weeks!!! Curse myself if i shall fail and fulfill my nightmare( had a A B D or something in it!). And I hope it may be God's Will that my desire to become doctor as well. Let me pray that extreme slacking during my jc years wouldn't pay off during A levels, and that I could enter NUS.&lt;br /&gt;  Aye, I very much want to go serve in overseas mission trips. Reflecting at the recent tsunami incident, I desired to go and help those people almost dying and in pain, but I am uncapable. Also, in deprived countries lacking medical facilities, many people are needlessly dying. I want to be there too, but again, I am lacking. That is why I want to study, I want to go. Let's just hope it's is not too late, to let a moment( or 2 years) of folly foil my future plans. Arg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-110870224234491228?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110870224234491228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110870224234491228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110870224234491228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110870224234491228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/accepting-thyself.html' title='Accepting Thyself'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110839013819865081</id><published>2005-02-14T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:08:58.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Here I am blogging, on Vday, cause im alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  Anyway, haven't been blogging for the past week. You guessed it. Busy shaking people's hands collecting red packets, hiding behind couches counting them secretly (hey i really used to do that lol). Also, been on a losing streak when playing 21( blackjack), as usual. Guess I don't have that touch of luck anymore huh..wonder where it went.&lt;br /&gt;  The last week was busy, and fulfulling. Been around snapping with my new Nikon Coolpix 3700..hmm it is one Biggie at its price. Haven't really figured all the functions yet, but i've got pretty good shots.. and loving it.( Especially candid shots, ones in which i catch people in wierd postions, but hilariously funny, and good.)&lt;br /&gt;  Oh, I just remembered. Yesterday at my sister's place, we've played inbetween( A game which you place a bet whether the 3rd card would lie inbetween the previous two. Win and take from the pool the same amount you bet, lose by either being out of the two cards, or pay double by having the same card as either of the 2 cards), the pool was about 50 bucks plus. According to Russell, that is small deal, but to me, that's alot. Imagine having the same card, and you called jackpot( you aim for the entire pool), you'd have to pay $100 bucks. Anyway, my sis won it..damn. I ought to have played instead of fiddling with my guitar.&lt;br /&gt; And today, didn't go to camp. Took an MC. The night before was plagued with mosquitoes, after my father turned off the fan and opened the window. I didn't really sleep, and then i woke up with a gastric feeling, coupled with nausea and giddyness. Decided not to go camp...it was horrible. I really hoped to get dengue...haha..I would love to experience it at least once.. heard that sometimes you'd feel like you're on FiRe!&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, I don't think i'll update my blog daily, it is just too much of a commitment to spare. I'd love to dedicate this time to people whom I love..hah..if I had any to begin with.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-110839013819865081?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110839013819865081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110839013819865081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110839013819865081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110839013819865081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110785039230437000</id><published>2005-02-08T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T16:13:12.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission OPS DUTY Successful</title><content type='html'> Hurray! I survived the night of extreme slacking in extreme cold. Got to slack and watch TV - Daylight and Desperate Housewives. Heh that was a nice trailer/comedy with mature humour as it's theme, I think. Anyway, the DMSO(officer in charge) was a doctor who hardly talked. (So I understood what they meant by 'sian' today your officer......). Slept under jacket and blanket and still shivered. I happened to be lying under 2 commercial aircon vents just side by side.. -.-&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, came home all smelly, couldn't get to bathe the day before. Too cold, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;Came home and wanted to try out my new camera I bought. But my mom, as usual, wanted the place speck clean, and I also had to laminate my computer table with a sheet of plastic. Hey it sure looks good now! (Of course man, I did it ;p)&lt;br /&gt; Also, I realised that my site wasn't accessible for couple of days. In the office, I thought it was the internet being extremely lagged. I came home and realised that someone (surely couldn't be me) deleted a nearly half the blog html. Sigh, I apologize to all, and also to whomever who edited my html, "Why the hell you did that?" Anyway decided to change my pass.&lt;br /&gt; -Peace-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-110785039230437000?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110785039230437000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110785039230437000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110785039230437000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110785039230437000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/mission-ops-duty-successful.html' title='Mission OPS DUTY Successful'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110777467798991482</id><published>2005-02-07T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T19:11:17.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night in Camp</title><content type='html'> Yo people out there! Recruit Jonathan Ang is your ops duty clerk(2IC) for today! (Don't know if I'll get charged for releasing this ;x) Anyway, this is my first time doing Ops duty. I get to sit down in an air-conditioned office, watch TV , read newspapers, probably surf the net - like im doing now, and wait for phone calls - like when waiting for a gal's call, for example.&lt;br /&gt; Had to wait for 30mins to get my out-ration. (It was extra dry spaghetti with nasi-brani style crisp chicken) Accessed the balcony, sat alone and ate. The scenery was so dazzling (I could see as far as my eyes could, tree top canopies, rows of terrace houses, some commercial buildings in the far horizon, and BEAUTIFULLY Clear blue sky that spanned across the entire sky, coupled with a romantic sunset. Bah I was ALONE, sobs no girls), that i had totally forgotten to pray until now.&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, I shall have to continue my duties now, My HP is always available for sms'es and calls (incoming free) so you can always count on me to chat! Nitez ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-110777467798991482?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110777467798991482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110777467798991482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110777467798991482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110777467798991482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/night-in-camp.html' title='The Night in Camp'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110770039022340951</id><published>2005-02-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T22:33:10.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Shoppin</title><content type='html'>Shop Shop Non-stop Hop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shopping is tiring, especially for guys! Absolutely no idea how girls can move from shops to shops without feeling the slightest strain on the backs ankles and legs(and eyes too, and most certainly their wallets..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, went shopping with my sis to get me some presents cum chinese new year clothes etc. Went Tampines Mall and scourged the place for a pair of basketball shoes. Saw a nice Nike pair, but there wasn't the right size. Had late lunch, went to Simei to check out another outlet. None. Went to Pasir Ris to check it out too. None. Somehow, my sis and I stopped by courts and bought the Nikon Coolpix 3700 at $399. Hell I felt cheated. The promotion was for 256mem card..the promo was over but the guy didn't tell us.. So i came home with a 128....bleh nvm. (My sis bought one set too.......)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, went back tampines and got another nice pair of Nike shoes. UP: 292.50, now at 173++. Not bad ;p Anyway, Cheers to all my nice sisters ( Kate got me these shoes and helped paid for the cam first..got me another sleeveless, and so did my other sister Dot.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way home, passed a couple of beggers and thought : " Here i am spending so much money to lavish myself. Over there are people who can't afford to live for themselves, financially handicapped due to pressing reasons, such as decapitated limbs and such. Basically, handicapped or difficulty due to some physical disabilities. I did feel guilty somehow.. Perhaps i could do something for them in the close future"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, all in all, it was a nice shopping day ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all..nice shopping day ;\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-110770039022340951?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110770039022340951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110770039022340951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110770039022340951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110770039022340951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/chinese-new-year-shoppin.html' title='Chinese New Year Shoppin'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110761955879304475</id><published>2005-02-05T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T00:05:58.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday! WOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year All;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;What a nice saturday, awoken by a dark and gloomy sky, threatening to ruin our basketball meeting. Well, anyway things turned out quite alright, except that it was a Saturday, my MOM is at home, plus the fact that she's doing spring cleaning made us ( russell jeremy daniel, and special guest chee chinlin ;p) feel at ease. Haha ;p My mom's such a bother, nag, pessimist, etc. I do wish i have a nice mom...like russell's or chinlin's.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, chinlin was early as usual, and the other guys came 1 hr later. That made chinlin and me walk around Hougang point..and chitchat..we didn't wanna go up coz i knew what my mom's reaction would be..which is not the case rofl.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since i've played bball.. felt very tired just after two short matches, 7 points each. It was cool though, delighted to use my trained up biceps/arm and realised i used less strenght to keep airballing(overshooting hehe) - Where is Sivam man? He claims to be playing with his TP friends, teaching him how to play and shoot well. Comon bring it ON!  Anyway, we've had some badminton matches. We're all trashed by chinlin.so pro.. i lost her 6:15. I think someone got much worse. Anyway, lets go to a proper court nexttime ok?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fast-forwarding ( you wouldn't wanna hear about my mom's nagging, would you?) - treated 1 hour of pool..wah $6.90.heh.. Man the place was as sleazy as it could get..like a fight waiting to erupt any moment. Went with russell to his sister's bdae ceremony at his grandma's place. Wierdly awkward there. I was XtraXtraXtraXtra.&lt;br /&gt;Claire was so cute still..but she looks plumb now..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway..tired. Nites&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-110761955879304475?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110761955879304475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110761955879304475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110761955879304475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110761955879304475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/saturday-wow.html' title='Saturday! WOW!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110744251138323575</id><published>2005-02-03T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T22:55:11.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentino</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14th February..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The moment of red frenzy and sweet browns (referring to roses and chocolates). How many out there are dateless or single like me? Come let us commemorate these day to the ones we love but cannot date.  Some1 in the office mentioned that it was pretty easy to get dates, they are all around.( red dates, days of the calender etc.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I was almost lost in the thoughts of finding a date, I suddenly recalled that I desired love more than anything else on Earth. I could give up my dreams, my ideals, my lifestyle. Everything, even my life. It's true. I could do it for YOU.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then i remembered. That sounds familiar. Hey. Was it not God who did the same thing?(no..something i can't compare on equal terms). Out of selfless, unconditional love Jesus died on the Cross for us. To Jesus! (boxes of chocolates and roses too). Of course we all know Jesus don't want chocolates and roses. He wants us! And us to be fishers of man, to be the light of the world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is this same love which tears my heart apart. Imagine someone whom you've loved dearly continually hurting you. That is me. But it is the same love I desire..that 'thing that fills emptiness'. Having to love and be loved are human nature, hardwired into us by God. God is Love. It's hard to explain..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Critics (and there are many of them), tend to refute Christianity and the Bible, saying it is written by man and therefore falsified. What they don't know, is that the original Bible(KJV 1611) based on the Hebrew scripts, were found to have codes in it. (IE, Genesis code which employed equidistant letter coding, of many events and famous leaders - way after the Bible was written) For your info, the Bible was not written chronologically written (in order of the books in the Bible), nor was it all written in a single period of time. Thus, the prophesies in the Bible are self-fulfilled, with much evidences. I don't understand, why with so much historical, documented, factual evidences, one could still refuse to believe in Christ. Does one have to see to believe? It might be too late. I've always thought it was unfair for people to die without even having a chance to even hear about God, unreached tribal people for example. So there are many damned people in the world, without any glimpse of hope(just my 2cents).. Anyway - check out my link section for more info.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I have to stop before it gets draggy. Anyway, my friends, please don't undermine our Testimony and Witnessing to Christ. It is important to him, It is even mentioned in the Great Commission - "Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen" (Matt 28;19,20) Yay, one day I can say these things without guilt, but even so, I must do my part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-110744251138323575?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110744251138323575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110744251138323575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110744251138323575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110744251138323575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentino.html' title='Valentino'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110726919550942943</id><published>2005-02-01T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T22:46:35.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sai Kang Warrior! Bwahahaha</title><content type='html'>Sai Kang Warrior for HQ AMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray! My Name is Rec Jonathan Ang, A.K.A Sai Kang Warrior For HQ AMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking to shred paper, collect paper from printer. Today was absurb, clear the 2 fountains. Those were like a megaton , surrounded by graphite slabs which are so freaking heavy..my back which was already hurt got hurt again. And I accidentally let one down on my middle finger because it was too near the wall to grab hold of properly.&lt;br /&gt;Had my usual headache/migraine pangs all day again. I wonder if i've brain tumour or something..hah!. But if i die, who actually cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. I can't find inspiration to write today. I've had enough of ranting for once. Anyway, no quotes today..lazy to read. how about something from the horse's mouth instead? Bwahaha&lt;br /&gt;     "In retrospect, everything I have done up till now will seem meaningless and fleeting when compared to something which would last for eternity. As all men are appointed to die, therefore shouldn't we plan for our lives in eternity?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-110726919550942943?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110726919550942943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110726919550942943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110726919550942943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110726919550942943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/02/sai-kang-warrior-bwahahaha.html' title='Sai Kang Warrior! Bwahahaha'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110718199181093063</id><published>2005-01-31T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:36:45.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the 11th hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Grubbles about office work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another slack day. What to do when they don't bother giving you a post, an upperstudy(some1 who teaches you the strings), a seat, a desk, or proper assignments? Went for dispatch, had lunch alone. Came back, tried to do some html with my blog, got ranted for being in the wrong place, being too free.."PLAYING GAMES" Faggass morons being my superiors, I can't deny that accusation anymore. Why do stupid people do stupid things like imposing double standards? (Go touch that tree. Hey, why the hell you touching the tree? See me later) Get my point? Have to live my life around idiots like that..pretty saddens my day. (Now, maturity doesn't come with age, it comes with logical reasoning. Those gays are over 40, 50? Aunties and Uncles..) Anyway, i'll put that behind me for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, here's a little book introduction&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/blog2/zerox/images/pdl_220.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is a nice book, I think it's great for both Christians and NonChristians. It addresses a crucial question everyone is asking. "What on earth am I here for?" Somewhere between the lines, the book addresses the fact that we're are not here by accident, we're not accidentally made. We're here for a purpose, not of our own. I've always pondered upon this question, felt a great chasm of emptiness. Sigh, Im still in the process of reading (It's designed to be read once a day for 40days), I'd suggest you guys either borrow it from me or buy one." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Jonathan &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and today, I brought up the idea of me wanted to own a digital camera. Heh, my hidden talent..or not so hidden. Anyone noticed I was the cameraman in Boy's Brigade? Anyway, was researching on which digital camera to buy. Holy, what a vast variety to choose from. Of course, a guy like me shan't buy out of budget, nor of usage. Then, i called my sister for advice. She mentioned Nikon CoolPix 3700, and they had it on offer for $399, with tripod, 256 mem card n etc. Unfortunate thing was, today was the last day of the promotion. I was almost brought to buying on impulse. Had to call my sister to pay first and all. However..things didn't turn out quite right, she says she'll try again tomorrow..Oh well. What luck eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A bit lazy to add a daily quote today. And since today was a bad day, no daily quotes. Justifiable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-110718199181093063?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110718199181093063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110718199181093063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110718199181093063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110718199181093063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/at-11th-hour.html' title='At the 11th hour'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110708841744265161</id><published>2005-01-30T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:38:19.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I hate Sunday Blues!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Sigh, I love weekends but I dread Sundays. It marks the end of the weekend, the beginning of a new week. Hell I wouldn't have bothered if im not enlisted in the Army. The Army is dreadfully boring, with little meaning whatsoever. I just hope that blogging keeps my once active mind from a permanent shutdown. Well, speaking of Sunday Blues, don't people have it? The detestable feeling of meaningless of life, having nothing to do but to stay at home and, well continue with meaningless things, the dread of returning to work? I hate it@&lt;br /&gt;Today, as any other Sundays, I didn't go to church. I wonder why. My spiritual life has been an all time low since i entered JC..wished I was the same innocent boy I was when I was 3, free of the knowledge of sin. I AM A SINNER. I KNOW THAT. But i can't HELP MYSELF. I don't mind dying, Life is a dread.. I could die to stop sinning, and die for someone else in that process. Why don't people think what happens after they die? Only fools make merry on Earth and not think about death, since death is something appointed to ALL men... then we all should spend this life thinking about where we gonna spend our eternity.&lt;br /&gt;           God SAVE ME!&lt;br /&gt;- Btw I do hope more people read my blog, those whom would like to understand me better. Im a quiet guy but a man of words, in that sense, someone who expresses his feelings better with words, with the limited vocabulary I accidentally picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Daily Quote" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; He asks nothing but death, and you desire nothing but life. How can you put up to Him a prayer for his grace, with a restriction that He shall only send it by a channel demanding no sacrifice on your part but ministering to the gratification of your carnal pride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;François Fénelon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-110708841744265161?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110708841744265161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110708841744265161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110708841744265161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110708841744265161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/sunday-blues.html' title='Sunday Blues'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110701385943268396</id><published>2005-01-29T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:38:58.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Fever..Oopmh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just another saturday..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Bah. Only Jeremy, Daniel and Russell, along with me went out today. As usual, we wanted to TRAIN our pool l33tness. I was gonna reach late. We were supposed to meet at 1.00 at bedok, but i'd reach there in 1.15 as russell thought. As usual, russell took that excuse to be late and asked daniel to meet at 130 without telling me. They arrived at 1.38(so they were late in the end - i demand a coffee bread) So we went to Katong to cut daniel's hair(why cut when it's so short..doesn't look different). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Hmm..what did we have for lunch? Oh yeah, I had Korean BBQ beef set - $6.50, i thought the price was a little pricey for something so little in quantity. Had coffee bread - Oh, we're all so  addicted to it. Come to think of it, $1.20 for a meagre piece of bread is an extreme mark up..lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Then, on to pool practice. As usual, the starting few rounds were downright slow..we couldn't make it below 7mins...As usual Russell uses his 255 luck to pawn us, especially Daniel, somehow. Daniel pawns Jeremy, and Jeremy pawns me.! not fair.. Bah i hate breaking when im against jeremy. Sucks. He's always on a 2 - 4 ball lead after that..SOBS. (yeah im not too happy losing so many times!) Anyway, near the end about something close to 8pm (think we played 4, 5 hours...the bill came up to..28bucks?!), we had final 2 on 2s. All because Russell and Jeremy were gonna lose (foul ball and we left black), they committed Sepekku by hitting the black ball in FOR US, withholding our honour of WINNING! Bah - rematch!!!..Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I derived a theory - Daniel coined it The Jonathan's Theory. My theory was - if a ball in a pool table were to have a horizontal and vertical components of velocity, both having a non zero value, then eventually it will enter a hole (assuming completely elastic collision and frictionless environment)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bah, I wanna finish this post by 12.00 ..because i need to post a daily quote for saturday..wahaha..So i think i'll end here! Ja ne!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Daily Quote" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear. -- John 4:18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-110701385943268396?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110701385943268396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110701385943268396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110701385943268396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110701385943268396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/saturday-night-feveroopmh.html' title='Saturday Night Fever..Oopmh!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110689739227450556</id><published>2005-01-28T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:40:22.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Beautiful Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hurrah for pretty eye-candies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;Today is as good as it gets! Had unit anniversary at Down Town East. Well.. we had a nice breakfast for a start, then headed down to the bowling alley....had a bowling tournament. Yes. TOURNAMENT. Like wtf? Last time I bowled at our chalet, I was literally throwing money into the drain! Almost had a single digit score too! Wow. I was apprehensive of course..But I tried my best, and managed a 99 in the first round. Surprisingly, our team won the tourny and I got a trophy.wow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well..Then we went for an 8 course lunch, with a very LAME MC. The only thing that brightened my day were the waitresses. Ooooo.. They are beautiful beyond my ability to describe.!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They were typical Chinese Japanese looking, thin diamond eyes, sharp small nose, thin sweet lips..Perfect facial structure, sharp chin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Their hair tied up into a ponytail, dyed blonde..Hair hanging down at the front, and cat feelers too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White semi transparent top.black inside* Opps..black skirt. Demure looking! With a tinge of ah lian look. Yummy. Pity..No pic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfect height, 160+. Definitely nice slim figure..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough said, they are HOT...! If only....haha. Well, this post today goes out to all the pretty girls out there, treasure your beauty..But don't let it get to your head :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh..Have to go hotel later to help out.. But I'd &lt;strong&gt;predict&lt;/strong&gt; I'll have a diarrhoea in just about 15mins time..so .. :p&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-110689739227450556?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110689739227450556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110689739227450556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110689739227450556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110689739227450556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/tribute-to-beautiful-girls.html' title='A Tribute to Beautiful Girls'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110684250512265057</id><published>2005-01-28T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:41:30.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuming at the first hour of the day</title><content type='html'> *Brwwaaah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help NOT pulling my hair apart. I spent the entire day doing my blog, literally, since 9am yesterday(technically since now it is 12:08 am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May someone help me!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Problems i screwed up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everytime was FINE until i tried to add a counter. Then my background picture disapppeared and i had to..replace the entire html text with a fresh one.. of course, saving all my links n stuff like that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then I realised in the posts, that all the font sizes were our of proportion. DAMN&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So i tried adjusting. the best i could get is this, though this was far from the original.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Firstly, the DATE STAMP can't be adjusted seperately with the text body. HOW? zz.&lt;br /&gt;When I change the font size, both are affected. DATE STAMP is supposed to be WAY BIGGER..so wtf?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One more thing i noticed was that i could not indent after every paragraph..damn this really pisses me off...right into the next day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Daily Quote" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29923.html"&gt;Creditors have better memories than debtors.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29923.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=29923"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/29923.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Benjamin_Franklin/"&gt;Benjamin Franklin&lt;/a&gt; (1706 - 1790)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&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/8948684-110684250512265057?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110684250512265057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110684250512265057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110684250512265057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110684250512265057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/fuming-at-first-hour-of-day.html' title='Fuming at the first hour of the day'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110682691290973927</id><published>2005-01-27T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:41:56.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home and NOT alone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     WOW what a&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; rare occasion&lt;/span&gt; eh? My bro's at home and he's cutting his hair. Sigh he looked like me, so ragged and fragile when I kept my hair long..Well somewhat long as compared to the hair cut I had 10days before going to NS to get it SHAVED! Did you guys see? Didn't it look kinda cool? Compared to the dull hairstyle I kept..Never realised I looked like shit till then..Or maybe I still do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     On my way home to board 159, people were crowding at the bus entrance and an old uncle was standing at the steps, refusing to alight the bus. He was shooing people to one side, saying some nasty things you won't wanna know.. And when people cleared for him, I almost laughed out loud..Plus that old man turned around n starting scolding someone rofl.. Saying in Chinese " Zhe li ke yi shang ye ki yi xia de hor! nian qing ren ....." Which translates into, " This place can go up can go down one!&lt;br /&gt;Young people blablabla...." And started pointing , even after the bus left. OMG..Hilarious public clown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;     Anyway, I'd test post this, coz my friend has problems with posting. She says that there is no paragraphing. I wonder how this would turn out to be? HaH!&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/align&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-110682691290973927?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110682691290973927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110682691290973927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110682691290973927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110682691290973927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/home-and-not-alone.html' title='Home and NOT alone..'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110678897110855714</id><published>2005-01-27T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:42:14.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The horror of an office.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The dread of waking up in the wee hours of the morning, IE, 6.30am. I've always wondered how could people wake up so early? I never could wake myself up. Bah I must be suffering from both insomnia and 'DI'somnia. Nevertheless, yet another day that I have to crawl out of bed, force myself to look at the nearly bald figure in front of the mirror..and do those stuff(yeah you know those stuff, don't you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus the boring day begins again, having no chair to sit at times, I have to sit in a dustbin. The guy beside me is doing it now too :P . Bosses here are idiotic as usual, not all, not the doctors certainly.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people work?&lt;br /&gt;-money&lt;br /&gt;-career&lt;br /&gt;-passion&lt;br /&gt;-NS liability ( thats me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably not blog so early in the morning next time..its just becoz im BORED. Spelt: "B" "O" "R" "E" "D".&lt;br /&gt;Then again, what's there to blog about the day, when it has just begun? O well i'll blog again tonite..sigh..another 8 more hours of doing nothing to endure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Daily Quote" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Never cease loving a person, and never give up hope for him, for even the prodigal son who had fallen most low, could still be saved; the bitterest enemy and also he who was your friend could again be your friend; love that has grown cold can kindle again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sören Kierkegaard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948684-110678897110855714?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110678897110855714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110678897110855714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110678897110855714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110678897110855714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/horror-of-office.html' title='The horror of an office.'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-110674978622996666</id><published>2005-01-26T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:42:29.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Pinup for the New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Omg! Here comes the lagger!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30th October 2004 - Sunday&lt;br /&gt;     First things first. I'd like to do a little backtracking..all the way back to 30/10/04. This post is to honour God's special plan. Ok here shows my folly:&lt;br /&gt;During my A levels, i wrote every single day beside the examination entries, so that i could remember easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     And so on this very sunday, russell, jeremy, me and whoelse? decided to go for a swim. I spent my day relaxing, knowing i had Monday to study for my chem paper3. Russell however, was being mocked by me every moment for having maths paper the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;So with ease, I spent my entire day, swadding around the pool, eating, chatting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     Reached home at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;Had this mysterious sms saying "Good luck for your paper tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;"What paper? I don't have any paper tml..but thx anyway"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you don't take chem? okok nvm"&lt;br /&gt;- I went white in the face and decided to check it out.. and then...&lt;br /&gt;- OMG! I realised that i had written the day beside the exam entry saying Tuesday ( when it was supposed to be Monday) Comon it was at 11pm, i had spent the entire day merry making, left my studying to do on Monday..wouldn't anyone panic?&lt;br /&gt;"OMG! I HAVE chem p3 tmr! OMGOMG so late already!!zz Thx man you saved my ass big time"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea i guess i saved ur ass big time"&lt;br /&gt;"Erm..so who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't bother you don't know me"&lt;br /&gt;"Can't be la..tell me leh i need to treat you man.."&lt;br /&gt;"Nah even if i want the treat im some where far away and locked up"&lt;br /&gt;"er..yan yan zhe zhe? (my sis in china, far away , locked up? perhaps)&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The thing is, there was nothing to substantiate that it was my sister, furthermore she didn't seem to know about the incident, what more that i have a paper the next time, AND that i didnt KNOW i had a paper. This would apply to anyone, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It may seem hard to convince people how this, at least to me, is not coincidence..more like God's plan at hand. Note the serious repercussions if i wouldn't have turned up. Plus, the paper wasn't that difficult! Phew..now to await my results.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8948684-110674978622996666?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/110674978622996666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=110674978622996666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110674978622996666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/110674978622996666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-pinup-for-new-year.html' title='First Pinup for the New Year!'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948684.post-109921420314232975</id><published>2004-10-31T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:42:52.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A levels...... n/t</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yup, n/t.&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/8948684-109921420314232975?l=jon-chronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/109921420314232975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948684&amp;postID=109921420314232975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/109921420314232975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948684/posts/default/109921420314232975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-chronicles.blogspot.com/2004/10/levels-nt.html' title='A levels...... n/t'/><author><name>Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06925247353588760574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vMjGHX_pdBU/TCDT1w5E2CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VBhrY46QF48/S220/Avatar-17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
