<?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-8216887</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:55:55.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recollections (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-1675892467286681727</id><published>2007-08-29T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:43:21.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice June 14 2006</title><content type='html'>Nice it's been more than a year since someone posted something here.&lt;br /&gt;Knock knock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-1675892467286681727?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/1675892467286681727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=1675892467286681727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/1675892467286681727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/1675892467286681727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2007/08/nice-june-14-2006.html' title='Nice June 14 2006'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-115035281237321678</id><published>2006-06-14T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T23:26:52.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this song is postively cry worthy. or tear worthy at least. for all those who have the privelege of having a really graet dad. or pap (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance With My Father &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence&lt;br /&gt;My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then..&lt;br /&gt;Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;Then up the stairs he would carry me&lt;br /&gt;And I knew for sure I was loved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him&lt;br /&gt;I’d play a song that would never, ever end&lt;br /&gt;How I’d love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;To dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I and my mother would disagree&lt;br /&gt;To get my way, I would run from her to him&lt;br /&gt;He’d make me laugh just to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;Then finally make me do just what my mama said&lt;br /&gt;Later that night when I was asleep&lt;br /&gt;He left a dollar under my sheet&lt;br /&gt;Never dreamed that he would be gone from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him&lt;br /&gt;I’d play a song that would never, ever end&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’d love, love, love..&lt;br /&gt;To dance with my father again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’d listen outside her door&lt;br /&gt;And I’d hear how my mother cried for him&lt;br /&gt;I pray for her even more than me&lt;br /&gt;I pray for her even more than me&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m praying for much too much&lt;br /&gt;But could you send back the only man she loved&lt;br /&gt;I know you don’t do it usually&lt;br /&gt;But dear Lord she’s dying&lt;br /&gt;To dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you pap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-115035281237321678?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/115035281237321678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=115035281237321678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/115035281237321678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/115035281237321678'/><link 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style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The original 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hide and seek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/zuliee/IMG_3698.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-114987682207894621?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/114987682207894621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=114987682207894621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/114987682207894621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/114987682207894621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-nobody.html' title='Hello, nobody.'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-114685233928465357</id><published>2006-05-05T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:05:39.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;even the best fall down sometimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been wrong, and I'm so sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was much too selfish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-114685233928465357?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/114685233928465357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=114685233928465357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/114685233928465357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/114685233928465357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2006/05/jon.html' title='jon.'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-113962183801292963</id><published>2006-02-10T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T17:39:12.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jon.</title><content type='html'>And so concludes my entire secondary school education. 9 points (: along with ms amanda dizon. trailing behind mr john lo with 7 points. celebrating especially over zul's 13 points. as well as mark's 10 points, though he was personally disappointed. as was divya, with 10 points as well. mark krgsymans's derserved 13. and choosing to be happy about nigel's 14 points. cause he was into VJ anyway. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of it all, there were tears of joy, mostly from a favourite cow. there was that ego from john. mandi's satisfaction with her results. nigel was happy. as was i. mark was disappointed, its alright lah mark. zul and his parents were ecstatic. more tears from them. divya's just too smart to be contented with 10. all in all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel will take up his throne once again at VJ. Divya too will take her place as queen of RJ. Zul will continue to be ACS's favourite josephian. Mark, John,Mandi and I will continue on in CJ, raising her from the depths of anonymity. Congratulations to all of 2005's O level graduates. and especially to my closest friends. mark, nigel, zul,john, div, and girlfriend mandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to all the teachers and my parents for all the encouragement. and of course to God. for all the prayers and help He's answered and given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to get on with JC life. whoosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-113962183801292963?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/113962183801292963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=113962183801292963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113962183801292963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113962183801292963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2006/02/jon_10.html' title='jon.'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-113949083201519641</id><published>2006-02-09T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T05:16:07.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jon.</title><content type='html'>oh goodness. its the GCE O'Level Examinations Results day tomorrow. if anyone of us screwed this up, the only certificate of educational achievement we'll have is PSLE. shite. hell scary lah. all this tension didnt really hit me until about two minutes ago, when i was talking to mandi, and she considered what i'd do if i got 20 pts. ahhhh. bah there's like no point worrying lah. but its worrysome all the same. what if's all around. i daresay im feeling more nervous about the results than i did about the exams itself. i did my best, so i cant really have done anymore, and so i shouldn actually have anything to worry about since everything else is out of my control. whew. all the best everyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if astronomy is to astrology&lt;br /&gt;what science is to theology&lt;br /&gt;then should we really study theology so deeply?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-113949083201519641?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/113949083201519641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=113949083201519641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113949083201519641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113949083201519641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2006/02/jon.html' title='jon.'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-113569389508918127</id><published>2005-12-27T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T06:31:35.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amanda</title><content type='html'>i wanna play the blindman game at the playground everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa's coming! -prays it doesn't rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY! i love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-113569389508918127?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/113569389508918127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=113569389508918127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113569389508918127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113569389508918127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/12/amanda_27.html' title='amanda'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-113514405900481818</id><published>2005-12-20T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:04:13.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zul*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Good evening everybody (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body's tired from a long day but my mind, far from any kind of lethargy. Fresh on it, replaying themselves over and over again are images of my dearest friends who came together tonight for Christmas Dinner at Jon's house. Today, the 20th of December 2005 shall stand out as THE night of 2005, definitely. After all the hype, we pulled it off (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Paragon to meet John. Got christmas cards and also Jon's christmas present. A brown Topman shirt which I picked out. And it looked oh-so-gorgeous on him, you all shall see later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back home and panicked, realising how little time I had to get everything done. Writing the cards- which took a sizeable amount of time. Adding final touches to the presents. Showering, changing in and out of shirts. Of all nights, I had to be seized by uncertainty and fickleness tonight. By then I was really feeling exhausted. Coffee didn't help. The lethargy of just having 4 hours of sleep began to kick in. We were supposed to be there by 1930. Me, being hero, even told Jon earlier this week that I'd come earlier to "help out". RIGHT. I left home past 1930, had to cabbed to Thomson Plaza first to get the flowers for the ladies. Shu, Amanda, Divya, Julianne (Jon's sister) and of course Aunt Mag, Jon's mum. White roses for all except Aunt Mag who got much bigger lillies. Cabbed back to Lakeview in a puff. Panting, frenzied but happy. So dinner got off rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened by a typical Jon prayer (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Mushroom Soup for starts,Shepherd's pie, Turkey, Salad, Ham, Smoked Salmon and Fish Fritters for the rest (: Conversation was maintained throughout, rather spontaneously as everybody chipped in rather animatedly- ranging from (*cough) Divya's friend Sam, Turkey&amp;Istanbul [Mark (: ] and much more. I told them about the literal fit of of anger that I experienced in Bali too. Beverage included magnificent Sparkling Grape and Apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by quickly of course. No surprise there.We found ourselves back at Jon's living room, sunk into his too-comfortable sofas. I was at the pinnacle of happiness, as I snapped photo after photo of them. Photographing the whole moment allowed me a third-person point of view. Watching them smile, laughing. Soaking in the moment. Then of course it was present-opening time! Due to a minor miscommunication. Only half brought presents, with the other half thinking that it was to be exchanged on another occasion. So it was just John Lo, Nigel and I who brought presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the ladies earrings and necklaces. Some may call it luck, some may call it pure coincidence.But as I told them, I sort of foresaw them wearing the colours which I picked out. I was overjoyed. Got Shu black earrings&amp;amp;necklaces and true enough, she turned up in white&amp;amp;black for tonight. Red for Divya, and she was RESPLENDENT in a red top and black pants. Glad you like it, Div (: Amanda Dizon (: Brown tank with black pants. The necklace was so pretty on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the gentlemen, it was Bali Beer Bintang singlets and Volcom Boards.Different designs and explanations, of course. Mark, red, like the one I have. For it was with him that everything got started. It was him that I first got close to. My closest friend. He's been my main man, my critic, my guidance, my inspiration. So I saw it only fitting that we got matching singlets. White boards cos I first saw him in white boards, Thomson Plaza (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel. No explanation, I just felt he would've looked good in dark brown boards and white/navyblue singlet. John Lo, likewise. Mocha-coloured boards for him. Jon. HAHAHA. Navy blue boards to replace the one and only boards that he has which is "God-awful" And BABY BLUE singlet for him! HAHA for being a Jon =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt happier than when I went over to everybody to hug them after they read my cards. Seeing that sparkle of approval in their eyes when they saw what I bought for them. Divya's "Omg. omg. omg" was particularly memorable. More so, Mark's silent approval. That smile, that nod, that show of recognition, it was enough to send me over the moon. And back. Well, John Lo got me a Secret Garden Dvd. Nigel got me an Adidas shoebag! The latest one with the PredatorAbsolute motif on it. swooons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a night to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mark Kwek Zheng Ning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nigel Michael Selvanathen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jonathan Michael Lauw Ter Shoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John (what's your confirmation name?) Lo Yingxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yik Shuying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Divya Moorthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amanda (i forgot your con name!) Dizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for making 2005 thus far, as it was.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being inspirations to me,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being the driving force in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I live my life for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all and you all mean the whole wide world to me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2115896009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2115896009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-113514405900481818?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/113514405900481818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=113514405900481818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113514405900481818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113514405900481818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/12/zul_20.html' title='zul*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-113470878620482395</id><published>2005-12-15T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T11:21:20.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zul*</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/zuliee/shukie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/zuliee/mandijon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/zuliee/geldiv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aww.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v210/zuliee/Image732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWW. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-113470878620482395?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/113470878620482395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=113470878620482395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113470878620482395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113470878620482395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/12/zul.html' title='zul*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-113463015636532142</id><published>2005-12-14T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:04:25.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jon.</title><content type='html'>americans are generally a friendly bunch. save for those at the airport who love to raise their voices as if everything was an emergency. our family was waiting in line to go through customs, and then they opened another counter. this 100kilo, gun welding security person immediately shouts out in his oh-so-commanding voice " alright people keep it moving! keep it moving! this way please, right over here. " i swear it was like one of those scenes u see on tv, as if the people were crowding over some injured fella and the police are trying to get them out of the way. funny really. ah well but apart from that everyone's really friendly. trying to help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats why it hit me suddenly when i saw this old chinese lady, sitting next to a young malay guy. at the next stop, the whole group of maybe 20 little school kids got off the bus together with their teacher in charge. so there were lots of seats left available, most of them with the whole two seats empty. after the door closed, the chinese lady who was sitting on the outside, left her seat and sat down at one of the nearby seats which were totally empty. strange. why? . it made me frown in thought for awhile. more space? unlikely, she was a smally built lady. body oduor from the malay youth? didn't look like it. he was dressed in office attire. didnt appear sweaty or anything. closer to the door then? nope, she went from the row on the right closest to the door, to the row on the left closest to the door. i cant understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats when i realised that the scene i had just witnessed wasn't a new one to me. i had seen it many a time on board public buses. and im sure many of you have too. anyway, my closest guess, after some thinking was that she was just uncomfortable with the malay guy? so much so that she found it hard to share a seat with him. but that assumption doesn't hold much water either. what could she have been uncomfortable about? he sure as hell wasn't trying to get fresh with her. how puzzling. selfishness? to make sure that she had her own personal space. could be. this has to be unique to singaporeans because i've never seen this happen anywhere else in the world. and its not just one person thats doing it either. i contrasted this to another experience i had in America. My family and i boarded a bus, and found no seat available. save for two. so mom and jules took the seats while pap bryan and me stood. within the next stop, those seated around my mom got off their seats and gave them up to us. nevermind that we weren't pregnant or old and feeble or physically disabled. they just all gave up their seats so that these foreigners wouldn't have to worry about keeping their balance while reading a map to figure out where to stop. it made me feel a bit embarassed and everything, but it was a generous gesture on their part. another similar incident happened during our stay in yosemite as well. this time everybody else in my family had seats, so i just stood around. in singapore, if i was perhaps an old lady, someone might stand up and offer me a seat. but while standing around on the bus, not one, but two people actually stood up to offer me their seats. one had about 2 more stops to go and the other 4. no, i didnt take up two seats, fat though i was, and so i guess there wasn a reason to give up two seats to one person. but what struck me here was that they both offered me their seats, at the same time. there was no waiting for someone else to give up their seat and then reluctantly giving up theirs. it was a genuine action. interesting, don't you think? talk about initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time any one of you sees someone leave his or her seat to get a more spacious one, maybe ask yourselves if you would have done the same thing. and if yes, why? maybe then we'll get some answers. cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-113463015636532142?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/113463015636532142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=113463015636532142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113463015636532142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113463015636532142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/12/jon_14.html' title='jon.'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-113444762893402495</id><published>2005-12-12T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:20:28.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amanda</title><content type='html'>hello (: this shall be my inaugural entry here, i hope i'm welcome. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first met mark and zul, it was last new year's eve over at jon's place and since that fateful evening, the friendship has blossomed beyond anything i've ever imagined. initially i felt intimidated in their presence, as me being me, i am dead shy in front of strangers, let alone ones that are so highly spoken of by jon. but they turned out to among the most friendly and personable of people, and i guess we all just clicked yeah?  i loved that there were no airs about the both of you, that would have otherwise made me feel highly uncomfortable. it was a cosy atmosphere and zul, we need to dig into the past cos i swear you looked really familiar already then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not so sure when i first met nigel, my earliest memory of him being the one at cine on the eve of chinese new year. he asked jon [on seeing me and milli] 'are they like sisters or something?' that has stayed with me ever since. (: you seem like one hell of a great guy nigel and in time to come, i really really do hope to get to know you tons better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shu is the most intellectual and effectively bilingual girl i've ever come to know! i'm awed by the way she writes, speaks and thinks and its daunting that she's only a year older! i keep feeling that i'm never gonna get there. i have you to thank as well for letting me into this close-knit family that you've all got down here. (: divya, my god when i first met you it was like meeting a star hahas cos it's like you're practically famous for everything you do on the track! but for the pretty and amazing girl that you are off it, you deserve even more recognition. hats off to you divya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, you all make up the one of the coolest gatherings of people i'll ever know. thanks for the times (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-113444762893402495?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/113444762893402495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=113444762893402495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113444762893402495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113444762893402495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/12/amanda.html' title='amanda'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-113419014343329374</id><published>2005-12-09T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T07:10:38.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jon.</title><content type='html'>ooh. would u look at the anger in the last post. ah well. it was fun. and so was the trip i just took to the US of A. hahas visited some great places with amazing views. yeo-sir-might, otherwise known as yosemite. huge vast place. 4 times the size of our own tiny island people. goodness. we had to drive for slightly more than an hour in yosemite and we were still inside the park. thats pretty big. hahas and of course there were the quaint city lights of san francisco. nice. the city was too big, like with little low rise blocks of flats. and when it gets dark( usually around 4 or 5) then u can see all the buildings lit up nicely as u travel along the golden gate bridge. and the family actually cycled across the bridge! hahas. quite a thrill. and from there u can see the much larger, double decked bay bridge. nicely lit up too. then of course there's the fantastic view of lake tahoe as you ascend the chair lift to the ski slopes. lake tahoe is approximately 1/4 the size of yosemite nation park. which effectively makes it the size of singapore. thats really tiny when u think about it. i felt real small thinking about singapore then. but the prettiest of all i think was the glistening snow. like a sea of diamonds. (: and slopes and slopes of nicely curved banks of snow. so soft looking. did i mention there was a great, most fantastic view of the night sky in al its beauty at yosemite? even the vague white wisp of the milky way was visible. it was darn pretty, especially compared to what we get to see in urban singapore (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next entry'll be about. actually im not sure. somehting else about the holiday? or perhaps thats too boring. ah well. nights all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. CHRISTMAS IS COMING! (:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-113419014343329374?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/113419014343329374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=113419014343329374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113419014343329374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113419014343329374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/12/jon.html' title='jon.'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-113065194273000610</id><published>2005-10-29T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T23:31:45.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jon.</title><content type='html'>it must be sad. to be without many or any friends. like real friends. yes i suppose jealousy is the only way out. but then to expres that jealousy in an oh so uncouth a manner. worthy of any man's scorn. to scorn or to pity? despicable attitude. ugly behaviour. what shall i say to you? scorn it is. fuck off darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for you two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-113065194273000610?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/113065194273000610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=113065194273000610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113065194273000610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/113065194273000610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/10/jon.html' title='jon.'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-112236001143021630</id><published>2005-07-25T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T23:40:11.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jon.</title><content type='html'>ergh. been sick for just about two days which means i've missed a total of 5 days of school. not the best start to my preparations for prelims. ah well nationals wasn too bad. C div did great by getting their championship trophy.. as for B div, well we got third. behind acs and chinese high. bleah.. bitter. next year though, its gotta be sji for double champs. and me? i finished third behind a fellow sji boat, who finished behind a chinese high boat. not the most satifying. but hey, not toobad i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sitting at home and doing mostly nothing, it hit me that things weren all too bad despite being sick and all. for example : mandi came over yesterday! hahas carring with her some apple pie and a lil note (: thanks. so yesterday wasn too bad. then today, zul sent a get well message which i had a hint of serious sadness behind it.. which of course puzzled me. turns out the guys told poor zul that i'd contracted testicular cancer! which undoubtely brought a smile ot my face. hahas damn bad lah. albeit amusing. (: ning zul and john coming over now. dad and mum have been waking up at the most unholy hours just to take my temperature and feeed me medicine and such. 3, 4 am? no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to family friends and girlfriend, *cough cough* thanks (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-112236001143021630?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/112236001143021630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=112236001143021630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/112236001143021630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/112236001143021630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/07/jon.html' title='jon.'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111918922722912406</id><published>2005-06-19T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T07:15:18.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jon</title><content type='html'>heyy all. hahas god this blog reeks of decay. anyway, hmmm. we're just about almost thorugh wiht the hols already! its been.. a pretty good hols this time i guess. gone out, done some work, gone for training. not bad not bad. relaxing now.. and dang it feels good. hahas. got some cookie cakes from mandi today. dizons and mon were baking. haha.. hmm today's father's day. pap got new shoes, and almost got a bag. ahah.. us kids got him a candle holder thingy all the way from phuket! hahas actually i saw this other book yest.. entitled, 1000 reasons why you're the perfect dad. awww. hahas was pretty neat.. but haiz, lack of finance. IF only i had lyk say.. $17 more eh?  hmm.. im happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at lunch today, my parents were discussing their recent purchases in phuket. u know, all the bargaining and stuff. for those of u who have had desperate faces approach you, just to sell their handmade crafts,well im sure you must have experienced the thrill of that bargain. anyway, they were just discussing how some guy selling a hammock was asking for 1800 baht ( S$72 ). pap really wasn interested so he just kept declining. and each time the guy just kept going lower and lower. Up till the point when pap began to walk away, he was still calling out.. his last call being just a mere 200baht(S$8). gosh. would u imagine that. personally, i thought it would've been a pretty sad sight. how desperate that guy must have been.. to so drastically reduce his selling price. of course, the hammock prob wasn worth the initial asking price,  but still. sigh.  think if it were me.. yeah i'd prob give the man some business. i mean, whats a few lousy bucks to us eh? blahh. ho hum.. take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111918922722912406?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111918922722912406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111918922722912406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111918922722912406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111918922722912406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/06/jon.html' title='jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111590224007758273</id><published>2005-05-12T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T05:54:19.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>ahh. twisted ankle during 2.4 run. hahas but dang lah, was just about to overtake justin. no matter, me and john shall burn the track when we regain our fitness again. hahas just got news toady of our horrible performances for chinese. bleah lyk the highest for compo was 31/50? shit lah.. and physics is so down the drain. ho humm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. been a slacky week lah. gahh gotta start getting abck into that endless working drone kinda mood again soon. O's chinese in 18 days. ahh wells. off to get some work done then perhaps? cheers all. oh and ZUL'S birthday on 14th may. cow. (: crazy chats at 0341&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111590224007758273?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111590224007758273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111590224007758273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111590224007758273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111590224007758273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/05/jon_12.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111555673948649625</id><published>2005-05-08T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T05:52:19.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jon*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First, there was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jonathan Michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, undoubtedly inspired, there was Nigel Michael. hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahas nigel's been confirmed! round about last week.. on labour day. Congrats! and well done for choosing a worth confi name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whooosh the weekend has been good to me. whew it feeels damn good to just kick back and really enjoy the weekend after all the mad studying and stress shoved on us the past two weeks or so. so maybe results will be really REALLY bad. but blahh its all past and gone. move on. yesterday, at about 11 pm. i LAY DOWN on my COUCH. turned on the TV and just sat through about half the show. high fidelity. feels good lah, to just ah.. relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i trust the weekend has been as good to me as it has been for all others who've finished tests and all. hahas chinese O's coming up. but with 4 out of 6 periods per day for one week dediated to chinese.. it cant be that bad now can it? hahas cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111555673948649625?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111555673948649625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111555673948649625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111555673948649625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111555673948649625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/05/jon.html' title='jon*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111468836370655134</id><published>2005-04-28T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T04:39:23.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jon*</title><content type='html'>oh glory. HAIZ hmm so, so far we've done chinese, english and Ss. chinese was well.. chinese. damn lit question-ish compre question. blahh lah thats supposed to be for lyk the higher chinese rite? ah well then today was english and ss. english was bit harder than expected prob.. and SS. screw it lah. cant make links and all. i think if i hadn't studied for chinese or ss it wouldn have made a difference. add that to some pretty heavy training, with soo many people sick, and poof. mmm feeling sick now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm but come, lets look at what went right. ah well at least there were fun times in the canteen today. haha x. and mandi came over last night (: hahas. some much needed de-stressing there and hahas got nice lil notes mark. hahaha don be jealous yeah? pretty sure the weekend wont be as bad. try and stay happy people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111468836370655134?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111468836370655134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111468836370655134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111468836370655134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111468836370655134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/04/jon_28.html' title='jon*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111426390810287230</id><published>2005-04-23T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T06:45:08.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mark loves shuying</title><content type='html'>i love shuying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as lauw would say....yeeeeaaaaapppp......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111426390810287230?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111426390810287230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111426390810287230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111426390810287230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111426390810287230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/04/mark-loves-shuying.html' title='mark loves shuying'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111426028495436496</id><published>2005-04-23T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T05:45:45.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jon*</title><content type='html'>a quick update then? hahas god i swear this blog has nobody else blogging on it.. anyhow, today is the 23rd of April. (: happy monthy u say? ahha happy23rd to u too. here's to manDi more happy memories. hahaha had some k4 competition today.. qualified for semis but hahas got knocked out lah.. but we did complete the race so heh.. not too bad. pretty fun. haaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm been thinking. perhaps i always try to spend time at home studying cause its a kind of mental safety net i have so i don feel guilty if i don do well for tests and all? like as long as i stay at home im "trying" to study. and u cant blame a guy for trying. hmm perhaps. time to relook and change tact. hahas take care all! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a few months later, and &lt;em&gt;obviously &lt;/em&gt;i was wrong. loveu. whee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111426028495436496?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111426028495436496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111426028495436496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111426028495436496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111426028495436496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/04/jon_23.html' title='jon*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111313060010650191</id><published>2005-04-10T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T03:56:40.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ahhas.. yesterday.. round about 11 plus, zul john nigel and nick gathered at my place to SURPRISE ning at 12am. a phonecall later from vishnu and our surprise was... almost ruined. hahas... he was still pretty surprised and stuff lahh so it went pretty well! hahas. had to rush home by 1.. then john left shortly after .. and zul and gel stayed over. had fun with the failure of a rocket.. ahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whee! nice day today. choir prac ended lil early so shaun and i had lunch at dizon's place (: mm.. instant mee. yummm. ahhas.. milli had a race today.. so did gel.. left the house with mandi.. who went all the way to gombak to support her dear sister. hahas.. wonder wad the b'day boy's been up to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyways.. was just talking with john and all.. sighh. people people.. why so much animosity and hurt between each other where there should be love? For those in relationships.. be they girlfriend/boyfriend, family relations etc. don make things difficult for each other. If someone's being difficult, be the first to forgive. HAIZ.. its not the way these things should be. no doubt no relationship is perfect, but hey.. we can try for it cant we? oh wells. excuse these random thoughts of mine if they do not agree with u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;unfortunately.. yeah our times are quite squished. think im more the guilty party. eee. blahh no matter.. actually, im quite ok with the amount of time spent. yes i WISH for more time but when i actually think about it.. what with training and studies... time taken off these would really just crumble either one. so i'll live with what i get.. and set no expectations. (: that shall be my recipie.hahas cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111313060010650191?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111313060010650191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111313060010650191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111313060010650191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111313060010650191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/04/michael.html' title='*michael'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111288650846012060</id><published>2005-04-07T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:48:50.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>whoosh. hmm.. a quick update? zul's request. hahas.. hmm..ahh lets just do the interesting bits. today we had the founder's day relays. i ran for hte 4x600m. crazzzy i tell u.. bloody far lah. anyw.. came in third. ning zul and nigel all ran in 4x200m! haha THAT was a race. ning started off good and all.. coming in FIRST for his leg of the race. yadayada the race went on.. michael lost the lead but hahas the true action started once lawrence house's last runner- nigel, received the baton. k i don exactly remember the details of how far back zul, also last runner.. started behind by.. but i think it was about twenty metres. in a flash of big green, zulhimie effortlessly caught up with nigel, said an almost inaudible " bye " and was off to the finish line for a confidant second. hahas.. in a post race interview.. zulhilmie described the race as " no kick ". a local slang for " too easy" hahas.. good run though gel, i enjoyed that race the most. hahas and yes, mark needed no help in recovering from the crushing defeat. his non-existent sense of modesty saw to that. " i came in first " . hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;mandi came down to my block on wed. because mom didnt allow me to go out. got nice little notes and all. thank u! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hah. thought there was more fellas? better luck next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111288650846012060?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111288650846012060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111288650846012060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111288650846012060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111288650846012060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/04/jon.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111183969761884800</id><published>2005-03-26T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T04:29:01.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zul*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;In our teenage world where everybody clamours to find his/her own identity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Where everybody yearns for attention..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Where most are basically pretentious ladeedas who are basically Me, Myself and I kinda people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;three individuals stand out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Three exceptional gentlemen stand out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Three men who display the perfect ideals of a Josephian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Three men, who have stood by my side through thick and thin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Let this entry be a recognition.. a celebration of these very three men whom I have had the very good fortune to come to know very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my original bestfriend, who has seen me grow from a naive 14 year old ass, to an even greater ass now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mark thinks he is wise, he thinks that he knows me inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It is with deep reluctance that I have to admit that it is very true. He can read me inside out, anticipating words that I am about to say, predicting my reactions to things.. Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;He knows me best. Mark's this good-looker who knows he's jst damn good la. Which is good, in a way. He is a picture of confidence, OVER-confidence at times, but hey it's good. Flawless manners, an incredibly good sense of humour, a steadfast friend, possesses a fiery temper.. need I go on? Countless of times, he has slapped me back to reality, back to my senses. Mark, for the Fifas, the Beef Noodles, the Chicken Shits, the Girlfriend, the chao ter nors... Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nigel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as I have told everybody tirelessly and with great conviction, is the most perfect guy that I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Achievements-wise, the Junior Josephian trophy sitting on his cabinet at this very moment speaks for itself. Personally, as a friend, I know he's there. He balances studies, his x-country training, friends and girlfriend with absolute ease. Okay perhaps not with absolute ease, but he does it much better than others. Nigel is really the sort of person whom you cannot think of anything bad to say about. I swear. Blessed with good looks, great friends, a great class, great attitude, great temperament, great humour, great servitude.. Again I ask, need I say more? Our friendship has grown from strength to strength, right from the start at PSLTC where the beginnings of Zumani Jovi began to form. Back then when I was struggling to click with him, to the awkward sleepovers at first slowly began to metamorph to a steady and strong friendship. Nigel is made of awesome stuff. For the Fulus-es.. for the Angkuchas, for the Singhlocks, the Sakae, the Tracy Goh, the morning duties, Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And of course, last but NOT the least, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jonathan Michael Lauw Ter Shoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The perennial gentleman who gets a little less of the spotlight. Not because he pales in comparison, but because he does not know how to fully shine. Take today for example. Jon is just so damn good looking but he prefers to hide in his since-primary-school-days hairstyle. At least I managed to persuade him to wear contacts to church, so yay. That aside, Jon's the family man. It is so clearly evident that he was brought up with overwhelming Love. His parents couldn't have raised him any better. Ever the gentleman, who would jump to defend what's right. Ever the Jon, to argue against me. For little little puny and irrelevant things. Haha he has been my Catholic priest, the one whom I make my confessions to. And Jon, in all of his teenage-ness, would always try his best to advise. Hahaha. So Cheers, Jon.. For the hospitality, the &lt;em&gt;so-teenage-kiddy-primary-embryo-fetus-sperm &lt;/em&gt;calling, the advices, the taunting, the banging, everything jon.. Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have realised, yet again, that seriously I need nothing more than these three guys in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I dn't need a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I dn't need popularity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I dn't need recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Jst these three guys would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;They made my life, they've moulded me, &lt;em&gt;inspired&lt;/em&gt; me to be like them, to strive and to excel to perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;For this, I thank you three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;For this, I thank God for gifting me with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I cannot appreciate them more than I already do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy Easter, everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111183969761884800?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111183969761884800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111183969761884800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111183969761884800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111183969761884800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/03/zul_26.html' title='zul*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111178511413009862</id><published>2005-03-25T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:11:54.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zul*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Was a quarter of my way through narrating about tonight when my whole Internet Explorer just shut down. Therefore, I shall just summarise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Musfirah and her sister around midnight earlier tonight, we went to this Meditteranean cafe called Ambrosia. Very nice place, with a great ambience. Soft lighting, walls painted in gentle hues of red and yellow, a nice painting on the wall.. Soft Latin music in the background, nice cushions etc. I tried something new tonight, called Sheesha. It's just like smoking, but it's much more purified. Basically by water and filtered by many other things. It's like a device coming from Arabian Nights or something. Yeaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, we walked around Bugis area for awhile before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was awesome fun la i guess. The fun we had, experimenting and perfecting the Art of Sheesha. Haha, thank you ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I have been rather preoccupied with several very complicated issues. Both emotional and physical.&lt;br /&gt;In short, track and rugby gets me spent everyday after i get home. Sph was bittersweet, with us bagging silver for 4x200m, getting dqed for 4x1. Somehow SJI always screws up. But not for Nationals this year. As Wynner puts it, "AcsI, not everyday's Sunday. Wake up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to settle back into school. It's been a dread, especially in my class and stuff. Bunch of monkeys, i swear. Os this year, Zul. Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, is a damn complicated thing.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Jon would beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats, and all the best to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love, all.&lt;br /&gt;0507hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111178511413009862?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111178511413009862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111178511413009862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111178511413009862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111178511413009862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/03/zul_25.html' title='zul*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111159633021965812</id><published>2005-03-23T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T08:45:30.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*michael</title><content type='html'>ahhas looks like i'll have to blog about my own birthday.. hahas. 23rd march 2005. moses and i turned 16! hahas funky. born in the same hospital too! mount alvernia.. haha oook .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm the day started out pretty well actually.. cause the morning assembly song was &lt;em&gt;At the beginning, &lt;/em&gt;which was pretty darn cool. haha got me happy. then blahh.. kaay so i've failed three tests on my bday.. physics chinese and prob chem but hey the rest of the day wasn that baaad. lunched with john at pastamania at J8. his treat. hahas thanks john! mm then off to thomson plaza to meet majo brendan and simone.. moses and mark joined later.. haha got moses haagan daaz ice cream cone with a candle. haha..plus some cake which moses resorted to just squeezing out from the plastic wrapper since it didnt seem to be able to come off. ticked off the aunties there for lighting a candle.. hahas. relaax lah. john went off for a really long time to fetch zul.. who borught a very nice cake. ahhas and then nick came along. hahas funnny tall person. ;) mmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhas zul somehow managed to jinx moses.. poor kid. the cow was just about to tel mark about how he fell down while walking down the overhead bridge stairs when *slip* moses did just taht! hahas freaky. all came back to my place to cut cake and all.. just chilled and laughed in the room while waiting for mandy milli and shaun to arrive. hahas i must say.. having 8 pple over at your place ot celebrate with u is really quite special. thanks all! after they came.. BAH! hahas.. mom showed them some baby album of me.. with *coughcough some unsuitable material inside. ooh..hahas. then cut cake! ahha they managed to pull of a semi surprise. bringing the cake into the room and all.. a whole lotta candles lah! hahas twas good cake zul! then after that.. whee! hahas went downstairs for a bit to get my pressie form mandi. (: got a funky westlife cd with nice old songs.. hahas and card/letters. all nice and sweet and AHH. hahas high then. high still. hahahha. lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that.. went for dinner at shangri-la hotel. buffet and stuff.. was nice! chocolate fountain and there was a whole lotta food and yumms! haha thanks mom! it was nice time lah.. with the family and all. hahas. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;thanks ning zul john moses shaun nick milli mandi! and all those who wished and all those who couldn make it today. nigel vish and shu much included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 23rd 2005. a new beginning (: O's, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thank you amanda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111159633021965812?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111159633021965812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111159633021965812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111159633021965812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111159633021965812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/03/michael.html' title='*michael'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111123746302895565</id><published>2005-03-19T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T05:04:23.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;heyy hahas. this entry is just for a certain nigel sing and mon. tongue in cheek.. i just had to post this. hahas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somewhere beyond the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somewhere waiting for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My lover stands on golden sands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And watches the ships that go sailing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somewhere beyond the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's there watching for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I could fly like birds on high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then straight to her arms I'd go sailing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's far beyond a star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's near beyond the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know beyond a doubt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heart will lead me there soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We'll meet beyond the shoreWe'll kiss just as before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy we'll be beyond the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And never again I'll go sailing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know beyond a doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heart will lead me there soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We'll meet I know we'll meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Beyond the shore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We'll kiss just as before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy we'll be beyond the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And never again I'll go sailing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Together we'll be just you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Beyond the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;enjoy hawaii mon! hahas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111123746302895565?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111123746302895565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111123746302895565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111123746302895565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111123746302895565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/03/jon_19.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111115505717357324</id><published>2005-03-18T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T06:10:57.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>HAIZ. so in the end.. we just ended up wasting a 4 hours. coz the teachers had some meeting and all and we had to wait for them to finihs so they could speak to us. possible outcomes : zhi kai and ying chuan lose their posts, pink forms all around, i lose the tie and the sports excellence award.. think that basically it. strange really.. how it didnt really occur to me that it was stealing.prob coz i didn do the actual stealing.. and so it was so easy to just take one. ahhh well, a moment's loss of conscience and morality.. unacceptable for a prefect it would seem. so there mite go my tie. ahh im more or less ok with it really.. just that i think its damn wasted lah.. 3 yrs and all's good.. then spoiled by this. ah well.. it was my own fault lah. nothing's been decided yet.. pray i guess. buthahas.. was quite funny at first coz found out that so many people were involved in it. hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed over to mandy's place. was quite frustrated too.. that i was wasting so much time in school. still.. it wasn all that bad really. sure there was alot less time spent.. and it was a great oppurtnity..but idunno, there WAS still time spent so heh, it was pretty great. hahas. aand she sent me back home! (: thank yeew! hahas.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; sorry when i disappointed and made u feel so blah. but today still turned out well. at least for me. thanks. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111115505717357324?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111115505717357324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111115505717357324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111115505717357324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111115505717357324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/03/jon_18.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111105508030821938</id><published>2005-03-17T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T02:24:40.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>gahh. gahh yeah i guess it was dumb. and stupid. and any other expletives u may fancy to describe this situation. and now its kinda messed up stuffs. oiiiiiiiiiiiii bah. gonna try and figure this out. sigh.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; didnt wanna disappoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111105508030821938?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111105508030821938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111105508030821938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111105508030821938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111105508030821938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/03/jon_17.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111098427122522398</id><published>2005-03-16T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T06:45:31.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>ahhas ahh zul's not gay lah. as mark affectionately puts it. hahas i'd much rather see a happy smiling zul than the zul of oh say.. two months ago? hahaS good for u cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whheee! hahas.. mandi came over today! ahas after netball and all.. at around 4. (: twas nice and all. although.. hahas we barely had a half hour to ourselves. mom insisted the door be kept open and all.. though we didn really abide by that.. (air-con on wadd) and jules and bryan kept on coming in and out of the room.. jules was making bimbotic calls. haiz.. no future lah that one. hahas. i got a big little something from her.. filled with all kinds of sweet. THANK U! she stayed for dinner.. whereupon of course grades and stuff was largely part of the conversation. thanks to mum. hahas.. but hmm, least she invited her to stay. not too bad now was it? hahas.. parents can be scary. mhmm mhmm.. pillow stealerer. and blanket to boot. ahas.. thanks again &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;love. not spending alot of time during the hols. :( still, i'll take whatever i get. (: (: hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gahh sorry i couldn make it guys.. really wanted to go. sighhs.. but i trust u all had fun yeah? someone blog about it so i can knoww..... pls? ahas.. holidays are busy. but not too bad. take care guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111098427122522398?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111098427122522398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111098427122522398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111098427122522398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111098427122522398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/03/jon_16.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-111045734107701431</id><published>2005-03-10T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T04:22:21.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jon*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whee! this term's been all high and silly and really sweet and WOW. hahas thanks mandI (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew. thank goodness for zul blogging. anyhows.. at the end of the term, michael house i am quite proud to say are placed, well.. second. hohum its not too bad lah i think.. considering we were straight last last year. hahas of course then there're all the running events coming up... with the likes of zul and nigel leaving thousands of other hopefulls trailing in the distance. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;competition's coming up soon.. sigh. it just had to alst the whole of the march hols lah.. first weekend+mon : heats and all.. then the next weekend its finals. ahh wells.. think we should do pretty ok lah.. god knows we've put in a whole lot more effort since last year. hahas plus we've been double champs of SDBA since.. hahas a very long time ago. cool. i'll settle for a silver lah.. hahas even though we mite just beat jared and wei shun. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch's not been all bad i guess.. in particularly mornings. (: ahahs kinda know what i've got to pull up and stuff.. and hey for a first term, things are ooook. zul's got a new special friend. hahaha so how bout that christmas wish eh ning? hahas cheers all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-111045734107701431?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/111045734107701431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=111045734107701431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111045734107701431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/111045734107701431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/03/jon.html' title='jon*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110999695739083680</id><published>2005-03-04T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T20:29:17.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zul*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i have dreamt rather hauntingly disturbing dreams in two consecutive nights.&lt;br /&gt;death, violence, loss, heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;i've woken up the following morning in cold sweat, physically worn out even.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;i've nvr liked such dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a tiring week, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;thank God the holidays are a week away.&lt;br /&gt;however, just how much of it's gonna be spent on recuperating?&lt;br /&gt;projects, homework and blabla's gonna take up the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention trng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking abt rugby, well we beat evergreen under the torrid heat.&lt;br /&gt;41-0, the final score.&lt;br /&gt;it was a match to forget personally though, i didnt have a good match.&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;br /&gt;was at standoff for 3/4 of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for the rgs drama tonight.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i feel that the actual play's gonna be overshadowed by the audience.&lt;br /&gt;as roby said, it's more of a social event.&lt;br /&gt;ah what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;on a much lighter note, nigel and jon's birthday's coming!&lt;br /&gt;exactly a year ago on this saturday, the newly formed zmni jvi celebrated nigel's birthday,&lt;br /&gt;at paragon's rooftop. (:&lt;br /&gt;have a good weekend break, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ps. i must apologise profusely for not blogging my part here. i guess procrastination jst got the better of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110999695739083680?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110999695739083680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110999695739083680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110999695739083680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110999695739083680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/03/zul.html' title='zul*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110940346916424867</id><published>2005-02-25T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:37:49.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[cliffhanger] (: nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hell! its been dang long since this has been updated.. shall do a summarised one of well hm.. everything? HOUSE CHEER: bahh.. michael were last. preceeded by marcian, fintan and of course champion house was NIGEL's house. lawrence. congrats congrats.. think it was down to our visual appeal or sth.. blahh, still think we deserved at least a 2nd. oh wells. for soccer... hahas here comes the drama.. michael house is tied with nigel's house for first but lawrence are ahead on goal difference and thus comes the twist. lawrence fielded some un registered player so now the teachers are thinking about deducting points i think. which would put michael ahead! hahas.. but in all fairness, lawrence  house are the better team lah. anyw, congrats to michael for at least a 2nd placing! SJI ruggers are back in business after a heart-wrenching loss to unity in their opening match. thrashed springfield 42-5. or a convincing win at least. congrats zul and ning! hahs...hmm. valentine's day went brilliantly well! so did the day before! lovely. hahas (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in school.. ah well, most if not all of our tests are done i think.. pretty ok i guess. the past week's been good. hahas.. amazing really, how lucky we've been. hahas. 357's all sorts of niceness. (: hahhaha.. here's to a sweep for michael house in dragonboating!  take care guys! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;u too. hahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110940346916424867?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110940346916424867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110940346916424867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110940346916424867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110940346916424867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/02/jon_25.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110767467560823359</id><published>2005-02-05T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T23:24:35.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jon*</title><content type='html'>that was stresssful. hahas ah wells at least its mostly over.. whats in store with the email though.. parents are scary. hahas.. specially when they're not ure own. gahh. anyhows update a bit leh guys. cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110767467560823359?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110767467560823359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110767467560823359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110767467560823359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110767467560823359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/02/jon_05.html' title='jon*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110752712590564673</id><published>2005-02-04T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T06:25:25.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>update update.. hmm. kk lets start with  the interhouse games. michael house sec4's won rugby. 5-0,3-0,3-0! impressive results.. hahas, thanks too of course the confidant house captain- Mr international man of mystery himself. hahas.. soccer.. not going too badly either.. super subs and all. hahas.. thanks for all the support guys! house cheer.. ok lahh.. tiring. blahh. hope its worth it siah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark,zul, nigel and john all seem tobe fitting in pretty ok into the new year..better than the start of last year i think.. ah well, some stuff still messed up a wee bit with some.. but ahh, stil pretty ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm this feeling is honestly something new to me. even when i was with sam, the "good" feeling was diffrent from this now. not as high certainly. hahas.. not as carefree. after awhile i guess it just became a chore to... make each other happy? blahh. this... is much better. (: thanks &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;amanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers guys.. sec 4.. aint that bad. yet? ahh well we'll see. ooh yeah, congrats on nigel getting 20th in his race!&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/8216887-110752712590564673?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110752712590564673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110752712590564673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110752712590564673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110752712590564673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/02/jon.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110657921797386999</id><published>2005-01-24T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T07:06:57.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jon*</title><content type='html'>life's been good. :) school's going on pretty smoothly..actually am quite settled into the studying mood and all. michael house looks in much better shape than last year.. and of course under mr kwek's leadership.. hahas. then of course my pleasant distraction. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a choir bbq on sat... was pretty fun.. even thoguht there was lyk s serious lack of food.. haha. we entertained each other with fuzzy wuzzy, open close.. the whole lot of them! sji jokes lah.. haha. hmm.. after that we sleptover at mon's house cause well.. haha we did have mass the next day anyways.. haha. ahhh.. even with that sprained ankle.. i swear i could've jumped waay up high. the rush of it all.. yet it was calming and peaceful and ahh..  beautiful. only got one hour of sleep that morning.. hahas. along with a certain other who conveniently pretended to be asleep. hahas..unbelieveable was the word. surreal. mm but think u were right, i mite not have been so bold had i known u were wide awake. (: glad u liked the song. thought it was a nice touch. hahas..  then the layered post! haha.. sweeeet. hahas.. was really high that morn/night.. which explains the one hour of sleep which i got by with relatively easily... still pretty much aloof. haa mark could tell u about it. zul too. a lovely morning which i'll remember for a really long time more. thanks, it was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;mmm.. took a leaf out of ur book. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahas. u were the sweetest thing. love ur hair beautiful. (: ahh a mere crush no more. i love you. but yep, don worry about time. amandaaaa whoosh!&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/8216887-110657921797386999?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110657921797386999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110657921797386999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110657921797386999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110657921797386999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/01/jon_24.html' title='jon*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110594928396423757</id><published>2005-01-17T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:08:03.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stranger* (:</title><content type='html'>hmm... just a recap  on stuff which managed to take me away totally from the grind of school. hahas.. soo on sat there was physics with mandy... at burger king. ahhas.. saw chai and ashley and sam.. and nicole siew!! crazy.. it was much safer in kfc.. hahas. mmm as for the physics i think she's actually getting it pretty well.. considering she claimed she had no idea what heat capacity was all about. hahas.. milli was supposed to join us.. but ah well, she had to do work  on her " chemistry " with shuan. hahaha.. think they managed to fit some biology into their schedule too. hahas. after that we had dinner at meng's kitchen.. the porridge place as zul calls it.. then off to home. haha.. it was the most weirdest coincidental bus ride i've ever been on. met chris toh along the ride just one stop after the stop we got on.. then we saw nick.. then at ou stop we met daniel. whoosh ahaha.. a pleasnat ride nevertheless. stayed on a bit just to chat a bit.. hahahha whee! their room is lyk damn cosy lah! mm partly cause of all the stuff thats in it it makes it all smaller and cosy.. but its still got a nice touch with all the stuffed animals and all. ahhas.. got a lil sth too earlier in the day :) and yes i couldn help chuckling as i walked out to the bustop from mandy's house. hahahas. glad u had fun too! ace physics yeah? shouldn be a problem.. ahahas.  a certain other was high as well that night if i read correctly.. hahas. whooosh! yupp it was a mighty fine day. take care all!&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/8216887-110594928396423757?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110594928396423757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110594928396423757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110594928396423757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110594928396423757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/01/stranger.html' title='stranger* (:'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110554421762861505</id><published>2005-01-12T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T07:36:57.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>hmm orientation camp tomorrow. hope its gonna be smoother than the first one.. and the school is quite horrible to the PSF's and PSL's .. i mean,u cant really expect students to be able to go to school WHILE running a camp rite? besides, the teachers were right, it does kinda take away the mood a bit. haiz ah well.. bryan's in this camp. hahas.. so expecting a huge lot of banging from nigel and .. yeah the whole PS board lah.. hahahs. fun nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whooosh. haha.. just love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one told me, I was going to find you&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected, what you did to my heart&lt;br /&gt;When I lost hopeYou were there to remind me&lt;br /&gt;This is the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a small part of it then. hahas :) sweet entry. ahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh dad just walked in.. better go soon. nights all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110554421762861505?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110554421762861505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110554421762861505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110554421762861505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110554421762861505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/01/jon_12.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110528673457929445</id><published>2005-01-09T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T08:05:34.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>hectic weekend its been.. almost no time for studying and all.. plus there's bi weekly tomorrow. ahh.. everyones getting stressed already.. and its only the first week. i feel strangely motivetd this first week.. dunno why. hope it lasts.. ahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it. its really really sweet. (: thanks.&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/8216887-110528673457929445?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110528673457929445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110528673457929445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110528673457929445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110528673457929445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/01/jon.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110511588133208298</id><published>2005-01-07T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T08:38:01.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moo</title><content type='html'>hey guys, i hope this first week has been good to you. it's only gonna get worse i guess? it's already so hectic. but i'm sure sooner or later we'll be lulled into this routine that things wld jst be normal again. let's catch a movie soon okay. pace our enthusiasm and commitment throughout the year, no point losing steam halfway.&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend, rejuvenate and get ready for more nonsense in SJI next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;zul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110511588133208298?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110511588133208298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110511588133208298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110511588133208298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110511588133208298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/01/moo.html' title='moo'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110459006864584055</id><published>2005-01-01T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T07:21:01.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*michael</title><content type='html'>heyy all. at the beginning of this new year, i would just like to thank some people who made the year that has just past us alot easier for me to take. to any of those whom i may have missed out, don worry, ur company and friendship has been great. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just like that you've done it again. year in year out you've always been there for us all, as husband and father. thanks for bringing me up in your own special way. by not blasting me for my mistakes, by listening to my side of the story, by not forcing your own views upon me but encouraging me to make my own decisions, by never getting rash in whatever u say or do. you've really been an inspiration to me pap, and to bryan and julianne too. i honestly can say that i cant imagine myself ever becoming so graet a father as u are. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for always being there for me. whenever i have a problem, no matter the issue, you've always been there to help me sort things out. always making time for me and being so open with me, i cant thank you enough. for breathing down my neck when exams were coming, and pushing me to do the best i could do, thanks alot mom. you're a hell of a mom. hahas.. driving here and there to ferry us to and fro, groceries, work, having ur day all planned out systematically from the moment u first wake up. it must be really tiring andi thank you for putting in so much effort into this family. your guidance and advice has helped me solve my own problems with much more thought and ease. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bryan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey lil brother. hahas.. im glad you've made it into sji. really proud of u for doing so much better than me. haha. thanks for being there as a brother would. forever irritating and invasive, but at the same time, you've been supportive of me and loving me in the strange way that only a brother would be able to. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;julianne.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey jules, haha, you;ll probably have trouble just reading this but ah well. you;ve brought joy into this family with ur cute antics and cute lil face. all of us just love to watch you, a pretty naive girl, make new discoveries by yourself. don suck ur thumb! thanks jules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyy boy! yepp ure a bestie too, and it always puts a smile to my face whenever we meet. hahaS. from all the advice to the taunting and teasing, i've loved them all. thanks for always making time and space to hear me out and talk things out. we've discovered a thing or two about matters of the heart through our many chats and its really great boy, just having u around. you've always got sth to say abt everything and thats really helped me through alot of stuff. from sam and nostrils, to friendship and love, its been great having u in my life and i really really cant thank you enough. here's to a great year to superman and the international man of mystery. thanks boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE critic. haha, from my dress sense to me thoughts on every other thing under the sun, you've always challenged me with your own point of view and i've always valued ur opinion very highly. thanks zul, for always being there. its sth i cant always do yet u seem to do effortlessly. you;ve always got time on your hands to hear a sad story, or to share my joy. its been priceless, the time spent with you and ur jacks. hahaS to u too zul. thanks for always being so sensitive, showing all the emotion that i lack to show, and thanks for being there with a listening ear and an open heart. thanks u cow. hahaS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nigel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks nigel. for jacking me, and showing me the humorous side of life, a side u display very very well. you're sincerity and how ure always gratefull for whatever u have, have really given me a real eye opener into what it means to be a( for lack of a better word) good person. ure strength and presence of mind to persevere and do what is right too, has been inspirational to me especially. ever the life of the party, may god truly bless u and guide you through tough times u have had and tough times ahead. thanks nigel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey vish, all ur nonsense and antics have cheered me up loads. thanks for defending me against zumani, hahas.. and just being the supportive and comforting person a friend should be. thanks for being so understanding and god bless u too, in this coming new year. here's to another year of friendship! thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey girl, hahas. you, like zul, have been there to guide me back on track whenever i was off, and at the very least, given me another point of view. the viewpoint of that of a confident, engaging and mature girl. ur gentle sense of humor has made the past year more light hearted and thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shaun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the chats at the bus stop as u kept me company whilst waiting for ur bus, for all the complaints you've shared with me and the high and joyful times you've shared with me as well, for all the effort you made into bringing me into this wonderful group of friends, and for all the support you've given, thanks shaun. keep the fire going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amelia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a wacky past year. and ure right, from the musical all the way to the botanic gardens, every moment spent has been really funkyy. thanks for being so supportive.. of stuff. haha, an for roping me into the choir which i've finally decided to join, thanks too, couldn have come in without. thannks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, for all the times you've bailed me out of... unfavourable situations, and all the entertaining happenings and ur nice nice watch, thanks! ur spunk and die hard attitude is hard to come by. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nigel sing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey there. just gotten to really know u pretty recently, but still hey, thanks for being that figure up there who's always got his head on the ground and keeps his cool. yeah treasure the good stuff, and here's to our friendship! cheers and thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mao.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey. haha, ur infectious laughter and sense of humor has made practices alot more funny and light. i admit my impression of u used to be influenced rather unkindly by some other, but hey, its been really diff knowing u personally. thanks for the funny times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;samuel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey funky man! haha, its been really great having u around, to dance.. which u do incredibly well, to joke with, and just to laugh with. yeah don ever feel left out yeah? ur funky way of doing things is really amusing. cheers and thanks for the laughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;u really have the makings of a fantastic soccer player. haha.. thanks for just coming into my life, as such a crazy, wacky person who's really quite tame on the inside. haha, goodluck in ur future boy, whatever it may hold. cheers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;john.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heyy mr 1st boy. haha, this past year has been a really enjoyable one john, thanks to u too. from bitching about teachers, to listening to sob stories, and feeling melancholic together, its been really nice having someone to chat with in class. thanks for being there, offering advice, and opening up to me. haha, oh and it dosen matter that ure not everything u wanna be, better things will come yet. hahas. here's to us 6 pointers. haha. thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mark k.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey. its strange i know.. that we remain best of friends till this day, despite us not always hanging out as often with each other. thanks for being there for me all these 15 yrs, its been funny, and lame, and comforting. thanks for listening to my pains and all, then turning the mood around with some lame, and oddly funny line. its been a blast all this time and here's to a lifetime more of friendship. thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amanda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whoosh. hey what a year huh? haha, anyways, for extending that hand of friendship when i feel most would have turned it away, for being that familiar one i could reminiscence about with, for being that one i could confide in, and for proceeding with this whole thing in a very reassuring manner, thanks. (: ur light sense of humor, free spiritedness, and easy going nature has brightened up my life. thanks too, for all the late night chats that mosty extended to the morning..hahas. yeah, its in the hands of the lord now, and time of course..take as much as u want, i've got plenty. hahas. here's to whatever the future holds! thanks mandy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2005-- a new year. a new beginning. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/8216887-110459006864584055?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110459006864584055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110459006864584055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110459006864584055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110459006864584055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2005/01/michael.html' title='*michael'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110441535082167592</id><published>2004-12-30T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T06:02:30.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>superman</title><content type='html'>everything was going great. at least that was what we thought. then God put me back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she felt that her relationship with Him wasn't strong enough and it had to be strengthened, even at the cost of our relationship. and for that, we broke up. in a way i support her decision, in a way i really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love her. but i'm having alot of insecurities right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110441535082167592?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110441535082167592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110441535082167592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110441535082167592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110441535082167592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/superman.html' title='superman'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110437542065899365</id><published>2004-12-29T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T18:57:00.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nigel*</title><content type='html'>This has been overall a bad year. Firstly because my academic results sucked. Furthermore, i lost someone really very special to my heart. Its really hard to accept the truth. One moment someone's crying for you over the phone to your close friend. The next moment she has lost all feelings to you. Its hard to accept the drastic change. I must admit it was my fault though that i never really cherished her and treated her the way i was supposed to. Thats why i wanted to change after she came back. I really wanted to make it up to her. Little did i know, i was too late. Well at least thats what's she says. Its really ironic that for one year and 4 months we're together, her brother never saw us. But now that we're "apart" her brother sees us and tells her mum. Truth is, hope is thin. It really hurts when you close your eyes and reminicse about the times - both good and bad. We had something really fabulous.But shes right, Chris gave her attention that i never could. I guess i was too busy with the distrations of life. I wuldn't blame her if things don't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remembered my birthday this year, on the rooftop of Paragon. I was really overjoyed, it felt as if the love would be everlasting. It felt as if i was in heaven blowing out my candles. My wish was to make her happy always. So if Chris is really want she wants, God made my wish came true. I was walking home the other day and as i looked up, i realised the sky was a shade of red and orange hues. Moments later it started raining. Somehow i think the angels were sharing the pain with me. Down came tears from heaven, raindrop after raindrop. Never ceasing to end. I always think to myself what life would be like 10 years down the road - as always she's still in the picture. I hope this can become reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say no matter how hurt you are there's always someone out there suffering more. So i can say that my comfort lies in the viticms of the Asia Tusnami. People there have really really lost everything. At least i still have you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this year i thank God for the gift of my guardian angels&lt;br /&gt;Mark Kwek Zheng Ning&lt;br /&gt;Zulhilmie Zaba&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Michael Lauw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys mean the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;Love yall forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 here i come. Be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ps: thanks zul for the song "iam your angel". Its lovely)&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/8216887-110437542065899365?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110437542065899365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110437542065899365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110437542065899365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110437542065899365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/nigel_29.html' title='nigel*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110433100162298102</id><published>2004-12-29T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T06:36:41.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>around me so many things are changing. some are really sad changes, some are really good. so as i write this entry i have mixed feelings. im not dierectly affected by the bad changes, but as best friends with those involved, i feel for them too. thats it for bad.. don wanna say too much, make pple feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out wtih the chruch gang todady to botanical gardens.. found out nobody really knew how to get to the place.. hahas. and when we got there it was undergoign alot of construction.. haha. the lake was closed so we went to the symphony lake. hahas.. took out food and drinks and all and jsut were there for... 6 hours was it? at the same spot generally.. the most we ventured was the toilet. haha.. it was great. just enjoying company, everybody talking and all.. and whoosh! haha, i don care, im just sharing the word zul.  hahas, sam was paranoid about getting through for a song request! it wasn as activitypacked as maybe sentosa would've been, but it was still really relaxing and all. peacefull. played a bit of soccer with mandy, mao, and sam..to allow the couples some free time.. hahas. no bimbo soccer there! hmm.. yupps, got ALOT of stick from everybody.. hahas. and sam was oh so subtle.. bah, everybody ws subtle lah! rite.. haha. left the place at about 5, mon and mao took a cab first then mandy, shaun,milli,nigel,sam and me took a bus back to thomson plaza. had dinner there and all, then we all went back. omg twas incredible. really. hahas..  and ure most welcome. :) ahhh! a well spent day indeed. thanks all. appreciate everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110433100162298102?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110433100162298102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110433100162298102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110433100162298102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110433100162298102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/jon_29.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110407867751892797</id><published>2004-12-26T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T08:45:23.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>feeling better... thanks. yeha today's dinner went pretty well i would say.. hahas.. fun and all, it put a smile on my face. thanks ning, zul, nigel, vish and shu for coming. :) gotta be in school for some psf bbq.. from 1230.. till larte i thin... don wanna stay too late lah.. its at east coast.. so far away.. the food was great. thanks to parents who gave a bottle of wine.. hahas, even though we didnt finsh it. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it was a very good chat. it left me relieved, excited, contented. yeah, let time do its thing.. and then we'll see what becomes of it. :) thanks. whoosh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110407867751892797?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110407867751892797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110407867751892797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110407867751892797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110407867751892797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/jon_26.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110399592504853923</id><published>2004-12-25T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T09:32:05.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>im sorry. for being of no help. i know i now feel very low. i love you two very much. don hate me.&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/8216887-110399592504853923?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110399592504853923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110399592504853923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110399592504853923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110399592504853923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/jon_25.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110393562424107873</id><published>2004-12-24T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T16:49:58.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigel*</title><content type='html'>When I first saw you, I saw love.&lt;br /&gt;And the first time you touched me, I felt love.&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time, you're still the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we made it,&lt;br /&gt;look how far we've come my baby.&lt;br /&gt;We mighta took the long way,&lt;br /&gt;but I knew we'd get there someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, "I bet they'll never make it".&lt;br /&gt;But just look at us holding on,&lt;br /&gt;We're still together still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one I run to,&lt;br /&gt;The one that I belong to,&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one I want for life.&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one that I love,&lt;br /&gt;The only one I dream of,&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one I kiss good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing better,&lt;br /&gt;We beat the odds together.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we didn't listen,&lt;br /&gt;Look at what we would be missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, "I bet they'll never make it".&lt;br /&gt;But just look at us holding on,&lt;br /&gt;We're still together still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one I run to,&lt;br /&gt;The one that I belong to,&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one I want for life.&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one that I love,&lt;br /&gt;The only one I dream of,&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one I kiss good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad we made it,&lt;br /&gt;Look how far we've come my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Dec, 0215 Hrs&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/8216887-110393562424107873?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110393562424107873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110393562424107873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110393562424107873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110393562424107873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/nigel_24.html' title='Nigel*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110380305914960972</id><published>2004-12-23T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T03:57:39.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mark*</title><content type='html'>the christmas spirit is thin in me. alot of shit has happened. merry christmas indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this isn't the true meaning of christmas, but just too many things have gone wrong this festive season....but somehow a part of me is still wishing something miraculous would happen to make me enjoy christmas day at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling ill on the week before christmas really sucked. there were so many things i wanted to do but just couldn't. i had this perfect christmas planned way before the holidays. we were that close to achieving it guys. but i guess even superstars make mistakes. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really...everything that could go wrong has gone wrong for me. i shan't elaborate. to you: i have no idea what the hell is going on inside your head or what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8216887-110380305914960972?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110380305914960972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110380305914960972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110380305914960972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110380305914960972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/mark.html' title='mark*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110380101902926573</id><published>2004-12-23T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T03:23:39.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zul* (:</title><content type='html'>This week has been very eventful. Ups and downs... mostly downs. But more importantly, it's been an eye-opener, a week that yet again made me wake up to reality. C'est la vie, as it goes. Nigel slept over on Sunday night and we were so excited thinking Jon would be back on that night. Unfortunately not. Jon's absence has made me realise how much they mean to me. These wonderful trio are my angels, they complete me. They look out for me, they care for me. They make life worth living. This 3 fellow Josephians are friends. Real friends. And i cannot be more thankful for them to play such a significant role in my life. Without them, there would be nothing to laugh about, nothing to laugh about in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every one of you reading this, you all have such friends too. It's just a matter of realising and acknowledging them. It's just a matter of whether you're aware of the enormity of their presence in your life. We take friends for granted. Everyone does; it's inevitable. Friends are a constant in our lives. Just like a shower, our clothes, our computer or even our mobile. I guess we may tend to treat them this way. It is sad, that we normally wouldn't appreciate a friend, or anything for that matter, until we suffer a loss. Till then, for a majority of us, friends, in general would merely be a necessity/commodity in our everyday life. Mark related the changes in how we treated each other so accurately that I was moved to tears. Why? Because it brought back so many memories. We are still a happy bunch. But a happy bunch marred and burdened by various problems. Problems that even I did not forsee happening. It just shows the unpredictability of life, and the caustic irony of it. It makes me sick in the guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow, I would hopefully be resplendently dressed in my oh-so-beauuuuutiful zara shirt. Still thinking of what to tell my parents, since I'm supposed to be out late. I'll most prolly be gg over to St Berns, for the 2130 service but.. maybe I'll just go for half. Hopefully tomorrow would be like the old times, with mel and co. Hurms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Savour and cherish every second of this blissful period, where everyone just has to love everyone cos it's Christmas, yes?&lt;br /&gt;Smile alot, spread the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;zul  (:&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/8216887-110380101902926573?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110380101902926573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110380101902926573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110380101902926573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110380101902926573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/zul.html' title='zul* (:'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110365340588563217</id><published>2004-12-22T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T10:23:25.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>heyy all, hahas.. jon the jacked is back! hahas. and apparently i WAS missed indeed! hahas.. by a certain skinny indian fart who amuses himself and by many others... of course! hahaha. australia was fun, went with maternal grandparents.. to sydney.. spent 5 nights there. did the harbour bridge climb, which is 1/66 of mount everest. hm.. then the powerhouse museum.. that was pretty cool.. lotsa displays and all.. oh and yes! the paddy's fish market. i tell you.. we had lyk easily 25 slices of sashimi for $10?? oh yes not forgetting the clams and scallops.. ahahs.. all soo cheap and really really fresh lah. beat that zul! hahas. did christmas shopping too.. pretty much covered everybody. blue mountains was nice. scenic and all. shant bore u guys with details.. except that we stayed in a really big wood cabin witha  fireplace and two jacuzi thingys! hahas.. one was a two person one.. hahas, but i did it alone and it was so damn huge lah.. hahas.. then got jets all. &lt;em&gt;shiok!&lt;/em&gt; grandparents were so funny.. hahsa, always squabbling about who was eating the wrong food and not taking care of themselves.. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, or today rather, its 2am, im going out with zul, ning and the small indian fart. hahas.. from about 12 to 3, then joining the choir gang to shop and then all the way to carolling. which will prob end at 9 or ten? dont really know. hmm.. thing is i was supposed to go for some other christmas party, family friends and all, not many kids my age, but all the parents all know each others kids well and its sth i'd been doing every year. but not tomorrow i guess. and this group only meets lyk, 2,3 times a year? so thats something diff this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of things have changed.. or are changing. friends for one. i now am very grateful that i have a considerably wide social circle, and not made up of merely aquaintances, but strong bonds of friendship both new and old. however, when u combine those groups of friends with family and other family friends... the number of commitments, it gets a bit much perhaps? of course, not that i want less friends or certain groups to play a less important part in my life.. definitely not! but how DO u manage and balance and plan time so effieciently that nothing clashes, that nobody gets left out? hmm.. i haven a clue. and because of that, some bonds will be strengthened.. but becasuse of this too, some bonds will be weakened. sigh... i love all my friends and really really grateful taht i have them all, so if i do seem to hmm... drift from anyone of you too much.. mm.. well don take it too personally? im trying as best i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this christmas... well it remains to be seen how it'll turn out. more eventful definitely.. than i can ever remember.. mm ah well. its what u make of it... right? dont get so bogged down over anyt that might happen... take the time instead to just, for a while remember the good, wholesome , reasons for celebrating christmas, and the messages and hopes which christmas brings. Hope, Joy, Peace and Love. perhaps not all these things may be present in your heart as christmas approaches, but certainly, u can present them into other people's hearts by showing it yourself. never mind what else is happening in the world-- its what u make of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed all u people.. zumani jovi, the choir gang (mandy shaun milli mon mao), john and the lot. hahas. ~cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110365340588563217?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110365340588563217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110365340588563217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110365340588563217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110365340588563217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/jon_22.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110338777648776190</id><published>2004-12-18T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T08:39:39.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nigel*</title><content type='html'>bang bang shitty shitty bang bang.&lt;br /&gt;drats i say..&lt;br /&gt;i cant put any christmas deco up this year cuz my great grand mother passed away.&lt;br /&gt;so supersticious..&lt;br /&gt;mum and sis leaving for perth tmr.&lt;br /&gt;and im stuck in this shithole&lt;br /&gt;zul my christmas spirit is fading away&lt;br /&gt;feels like im becoming the grinch&lt;br /&gt;please rescue me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110338777648776190?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110338777648776190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110338777648776190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110338777648776190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110338777648776190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/nigel_18.html' title='nigel*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110329148403379263</id><published>2004-12-17T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T08:28:09.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigel*</title><content type='html'>Im like suddenly addicted to posting new post. So im like posting a new post. Clearly you can see its a new post. And obviously i overly bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really feeling in the mood for christmas. I think i spent like 10 bucks on wrapping paper. Wrapping while listening to carols can be quite relaxing as i found out just now. Vish's present is the biggest. Mark's the most expensive. Zul's the most predictable. Jon again is extra. I cant describe his. Okay, Jon's present is the most well know brand of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a story to spice up X'mas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fucking Night Before Christmas, Dammit&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house&lt;br /&gt;Everybody felt shitty -- even the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom at the Whorehouse and Dad smoking grass;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just settled down for a nice piece of ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When out on the lawn I heard such a clatter&lt;br /&gt;I sprung from my piece to see what the matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out on the lawn I saw a big dick&lt;br /&gt;I knew in a moment: it must be Saint Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came down the chimney like a bat out of hell&lt;br /&gt;I knew in a moment the fat fucker fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He filled all our stockings with pretzels and beer&lt;br /&gt;And a big rubber dick for my brother the queer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rose up the chimney with a thunderous fart&lt;br /&gt;The son of a bitch blew the chimeny apart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He swore and he cursed as he rode out of sight&lt;br /&gt;"Piss on you all and have a hell of a night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers(:&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/8216887-110329148403379263?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110329148403379263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110329148403379263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110329148403379263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110329148403379263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/nigel_17.html' title='Nigel*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110327865158985971</id><published>2004-12-17T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T02:17:31.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/2693/640/obs%20boat.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/2693/400/obs%20boat.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An experience i would never forget....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110327865158985971?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110327865158985971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110327865158985971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110327865158985971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110327865158985971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/experience-i-would-never-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110327855580464138</id><published>2004-12-17T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T02:15:55.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/2693/640/me%20ernie%20effa.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/2693/400/me%20ernie%20effa.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructor Effa, ernie and me on our jungle trek. Damn we look good. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110327855580464138?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110327855580464138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110327855580464138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110327855580464138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110327855580464138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/instructor-effa-ernie-and-me-on-our_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110327826573977990</id><published>2004-12-17T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T02:14:38.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/2693/640/together.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/204/2693/400/together.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys and me at Mount Kinabalu holding our flag. yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110327826573977990?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110327826573977990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110327826573977990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110327826573977990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110327826573977990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/guys-and-me-at-mount-kinabalu-holding.html' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110414634296162888</id><published>2004-12-16T05:12:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T03:19:02.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mark*</title><content type='html'>christmas is fucked up. no matter how hard my friends try to make it better, it still ends up real fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last christmas, my $500 phone got stolen during training. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this christmas, my new $600 phone got stolen. double yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this christmas, my love-life is fucking screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this christmas, i got kicked out of my own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas? fucking kiss my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8216887-110414634296162888?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110414634296162888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110414634296162888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110414634296162888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110414634296162888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/mark_110414634296162888.html' title='mark*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110398184815618530</id><published>2004-12-16T05:12:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T05:37:28.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mark*</title><content type='html'>i need a night friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an ad.&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/8216887-110398184815618530?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110398184815618530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110398184815618530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110398184815618530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110398184815618530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/mark_110398184815618530.html' title='mark*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110396092380897866</id><published>2004-12-16T05:12:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:48:43.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mark</title><content type='html'>so let me tell you a true story about this girl;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said lets talk about it&lt;br /&gt;as she walked out on me&lt;br /&gt;and slammed the door&lt;br /&gt;but I just laugh about it&lt;br /&gt;cuz she's always playing those games&lt;br /&gt;deep down I know she loves me&lt;br /&gt;but she's got a funny way of showing me how she cares&lt;br /&gt;last night she did a donut on my lawn&lt;br /&gt;and drove off with her finger in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we'd sit around&lt;br /&gt;just the two of us on the park bench&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we'd swim around&lt;br /&gt;like two dolphins in the ocean of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;but then I think about the time&lt;br /&gt;that we broke up before the prom&lt;br /&gt;and you told everyone that I was gay&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I walk around the town&lt;br /&gt;for hours just to settle down&lt;br /&gt;would I take you back and you kicked me down&lt;br /&gt;cuz that's the way uh huh uh huh I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its black, sometimes its white&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she's wrong, sometimes I'm right&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we'd talk about it or we'd figure it out&lt;br /&gt;but then she'd just change her mind&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she's hot, sometimes I'm cold&lt;br /&gt;sometimes my head wants to explode&lt;br /&gt;but when I think about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with her&lt;br /&gt;every other time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8216887-110396092380897866?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110396092380897866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110396092380897866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110396092380897866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110396092380897866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/mark_16.html' title='mark'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110373335566401330</id><published>2004-12-16T05:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T08:35:55.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadboy</title><content type='html'>its official. christmas has been really screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;you guys can't do a thing.&lt;br /&gt;no one can do a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110373335566401330?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110373335566401330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110373335566401330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110373335566401330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110373335566401330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/sadboy.html' title='sadboy'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110320305575175708</id><published>2004-12-16T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T05:18:41.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexayye*</title><content type='html'>i'm glad nigel's here. we're going to do christmas shopping. don't worry zul...won't get you another thong. it's been a LONG time since i last blogged. alot has happened this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, being the International Man of Mystery, i shall not tell you. hurrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only nigel, zul,priya and MICHAEL will know. nice name lauw. we should make you house captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go watch ocean's twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's, as nigel would say it, HELL GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it twists more than lauw's hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who's back. back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back. tell a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110320305575175708?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110320305575175708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110320305575175708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110320305575175708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110320305575175708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/sexayye.html' title='sexayye*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110317554273414141</id><published>2004-12-15T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T08:25:34.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigel (:</title><content type='html'>My computer is repaired finally. Now i can blog. But as usual i have too much to say so where shall i start?. Okay before we move on, i would like the whole world to know that i miss my friends. Jon's away, Zul's at Bali, Vish is in melbourne and Mark is working. Now that im back from OB Sabah, everyones gone. The sad sad ironic joke of life. But who cares im Nigel, i can amuse myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OB Sabah 30/11 to 12/12&lt;br /&gt;Everything was wonderful. Simply and experience of a lifetime. Just a caution to all the budget flyers out there --&gt; air asia sucksssss. Like so totally. I mean it was delayed for 2 hours going there and 5 bloody jack hours coming back. The best part you ask?? They even had the cheek to tell us 5 days in advance. Bleah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me give you the break down of the camp. 3 days of mountain expedition climbing Mount Kinabalu. 3 days sea and 3 days jungle expedition. and another 4 days doing rafting, canoeing, ropes coures, natural rock wall climbing, cutting fresh coconuts open and orienterring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However i would say it was not the activities that would make me remember the camp, but rather it was doing it with my team. It was named Frare by me of course. A simple touch of flare but a total lack of oringinality. Hahahahha. With the most people that climb Mount K and and also the group with the least injuries and sickness, Frare totally rocked the house as we did in PSLTC didnt we mark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the people first. Mr Personality award goes to Mr Eirfat of Springfield Secondary. *applause* This guy is one of a kind. He is sickly funny. I mean he's seriously sick. One morning he walked into the toliet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Waaahh Kaah NiiNahhh. damn urgent sia need to pee now and all the toliet got people. Chi bai lah" and you know what he did? He undid his zip and urined into the bloody sink where half the campers were brushing their teeth. Furthermore he was kinda like attempting to break the Guiness World Record for longest and furthest pee. Shitt that was hell disgusting. I still remember that night at Lamban Rata at 12000 ft above sea level, he told me extremely sick shagg stories. Best part was all was from personal experience. Got to admit though, there was no boring moment as long he was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my group we had 4 lovely ladies. Lisa, Cheryl, Zi yi, Faridah. But only 2 really touched me. On our sailing trip we sailed to an island called Dinawan. Hell beautiful i tell you. Corals and seashells, white sand. Best beach i've been too. Anyways on the last day Lisa and Cheryl gave me this tiny oh so very beautiful seashell. Boy was i embarrassed, the girls took the time to pick me something but i hadnt anything for them. Nevermind though i've made it up. They got Christmas presies now. Lil elf faridah cried on the last day when we were doing the final evualation and reflection. Many of us tried so hard to hold back our tears especially the guys. She was really moved by how so many guys helped her during all the expeditions. Lastly we have Zi yi from Katong Convent. She was the quiet type, but i tell she was checking alot of guys out. Tsk tsk zi yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realised that if you're mixing around with girls you tend to be more of a gentleman and also careful of our words and actions so as to not embarras yourself and damage your ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i can go on and on but i have to go to a soccer match. Sji against this team called stinkboys from Stpats. Again the irony? im the only sji guy in stinkboys. But..BUT. of course im playing for Sji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigel out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon guys, i got your present waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Zul sushi buffet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110317554273414141?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110317554273414141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110317554273414141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110317554273414141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110317554273414141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/nigel.html' title='Nigel (:'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110277964774627098</id><published>2004-12-11T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T07:40:47.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*michael</title><content type='html'>heyy all.. had confirmation mass today! ahaha.. so cool. almost everyone was dressed lyk, totally white! haha.. lyk KKK or sth, and pple did so much to themselves.. more the girls lah. make up(some of which went quite wrong) ah well.. change hair.. and gasp~ quite a number wearing knee length or longer dresses. hahas.. TWO painted their nails bright pink. haha.. funky. theni had on this tie with a whole lot of white sheep on it, then one black sheep in the middle.. k so it was my dad's, but haha.. i lyked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mass went on, patrick did first reading, mon did second. mandy and milli did responsorial and general intercessions respectively. sam did the alleluia part.. hahas.. ALL very well done.. mm, 1st reading... was ok lah.. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass ended.. and for the final song they sang " we are a light" ahaha.. yep the same one from the musical! hahas.. preety cool. haha.. hmm then there was a rush to take photos and all. first the formal ones with everybody standing with the archbishop.. flashes going on and off.. haha, lyk some star. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung back for awhile.. so much so that i missed taking a shot with mandy and milli. and mon. and mao. hahas.. then off to thomson plaza to take picture lahh.. not before walking john back home first. hahas.. yesh, went all the way there just to take some shots.. but eh, how often do u see everybody all dressed in white and with pink nails no less? hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"confirmation dosen't confirm who you'll be, but ur &lt;em&gt;intent &lt;/em&gt;on being." pap wrote that in the letter from the parents to us during the confirmation camp. and yeah its true. so many people say that once ure confirmed, the holy spirit will then be upon u, and u will receive his gifts and ure meant to go out and spread god's word.. kinda scary when i thought about it. haha and especially since lyk, i didnt &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; anything after i was anointed wtih chrism and all. hmm.. then i htought about what pap had written.. then i was a bit more relieved. hahas.. after all, i DO want to be able to make use of whatever gifts i have been given for the good of god. but that needn't mean that i receive ,recognise and contribute wtih those gifts immediately. ah well.. just some of my thoughts then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off tomorrow! flight's at nine.. so i'l be at the airport at.... well.. early lah. missing aeoc too! goodluck all! sing ur hearts out! hahas. and gd luck too to the canoeists for the 25km long dist competition tomorrow! don give up yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.. have a blessed, fun-filled, truly stress free few days before christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110277964774627098?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110277964774627098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110277964774627098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110277964774627098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110277964774627098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/michael.html' title='*michael'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110260743061500408</id><published>2004-12-09T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T07:50:30.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>gahh... no i did not post a blank entry.. stupid thing didnt come out. " 100% published" rite.. ah well.. haha so prompted by mandy, here goes again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zul is a briliant tactician ok? hahas.. he came over the other day to my place.. played PS1?? hahas.. ancient thing.. and we were playing FIFA 2001 lah.. haha.. seriously behind the times.. ahhas. anyways.. yeah we played.. and yes he came up wiht thsi brilliant plan that ensured all he had to do was to get to one corner of the field, take a cross, and the ball would always go in, whether by header or volley or whatever lahh.. hahas. but yes lah, gd tactic ok? eh but u gotta admit lah zul.. hittign the pause button whenever im gonna take a shot is CHEATING. stupid cow.. anyw he beat me and bryan overall. haha.. got beaten by julianne more than once though.. on marvel vs capcom. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. ahhas, today went out with shaun, mao, mandy and milli to do some christmas shopping. hahas.. was fun! ahas.. looking for presents.. getting lost inbetween wisma and taka.. hahas.. shant go into details. would tak too long.. hahas, and mandy's waiting for this thing.. so yupp it was fun. hmm.. better than the earlier alternative.. hahas. thanks all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark's back from church camp today. welcome back boy! u were dearly missed by a certain Mrs kwek and of course me and zul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting confirmed this sat.. oooh. hahas.. got a nice tie with sheep on it. k so lets see, i'll be missing aeoc, long dist competition and any party after confirmation. hmm... ah wel.. its the land of kangaroos and koalas for me this coming sun. fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110260743061500408?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110260743061500408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110260743061500408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110260743061500408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110260743061500408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/jon_110260743061500408.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110260583494441300</id><published>2004-12-09T06:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T07:23:54.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jon*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110260583494441300?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110260583494441300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110260583494441300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110260583494441300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110260583494441300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/jon_09.html' title='jon*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110233718279936871</id><published>2004-12-06T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T04:46:22.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me.</title><content type='html'>mark's away at church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel's away at obs sabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vish's away at melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which leaves you and me. sounds familiar eh? haha the two suckers who're gonna spend Christmas without a beloved. it's alright, Christmas would still be good. ( yeah right )&lt;br /&gt;but really. wah hah let's make it good. this' the 3rd Christmas since i entered SJI and i have yet to have one with me during this blessed moment. I've no idea what's the big deal, but it's a double whammy when two of our best friends are attached. Everytime we hang out, we see first-hand the glory of love. I assure you the relationship Kwek and Selvanathen is in is special. One destined to last the distance. Therefore it is only normal than Jon and I feel the slightest tinge of envy ( at the very least? ) hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is basically an entry that screams "pity me!!!!" all over it. but. what the hell. jon we have each other. dn't you worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a much lighter note, Jon and I are leaving too. Me, to Bali this friday and Jon to Aussie this Sunday. Enjoy yourself alright, bring back the Sydney Harbour for me thanks. I guess Bali would be good for me, it'd take away the hustle and bustle of the holidays ( ironic ). No training for once. Finally Hard Rock welcomes me back with open arms, with its sandy beaches, waves.. dinner along the beach, admiring the sunset and pictureque view along the way... To wake up the next day, looking forward to the fact that there's nothing on the to-do list. whoosh. the joy of bali.&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/8216887-110233718279936871?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110233718279936871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110233718279936871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110233718279936871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110233718279936871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/12/me.html' title='me.'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110196915359723839</id><published>2004-12-02T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T22:32:33.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>ok i don often blog because im normally too lazy, cant be bothered to sign-in and formulate my thoughts and all. today is different. its 1:05 pm now, abt ten minutes ago, zul told me what happened to vishnu. vishnu was.. devastated, zul felt for her.. but shit i heard it and i was really really taken aback. i can honestly say that that is the cruellest thing i've ever heard personally a parent do to their child. i mean, even those who are abused by their parents.. the pain is physical and yes there's emotional damage done as well.. but as a consolation, those kids knew more or less that their parents felt that way towards them. going by zul, vish was tricked by the people that one should hv the most trust and love in. its cruel and below the belt and childish, and juvenille and totally uncalled for, no matter what may have happened before to provoke her parents. my god u bitch and bastards. im sorry, perhaps they ARE caring and loving as all parents should be.. but this time, u were plain wrong.  and what follwed next, ur behaviour towards her.. it was absolutely unreasonable and barbaric. perhaps not barbaric, there are far worse things to do but.. ah well. it was bad. my god i would absolutely hate to be ur parents IF u were lyk that all the time.. tat being said u are not, and so i wouldn know whether deep down u do actually care for vish. shame on you, and if u dont feel any shame, then congratulations to u, u have been the given the gift of not having a conscience, which would thus explain how u even managed to cause such pain to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, vish is currently enjoying herself in melbourne thanks to her aunty. im happy for her, coz she was looking forward to the trip for the longest time. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you:   it will be ok. i've never heard of anybody being sad their entire lives so i trust you will feel better.. in time. how much time u ask? well.. does it matter? when it happens, it'll happen, until then, let the emotions run through u and get on with life as best u can.&lt;br /&gt;~peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110196915359723839?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110196915359723839/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>the revival.</title><content type='html'>to re-ignite it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it involved water, fibre-glass, more water, lots of fun, half nude bodies and more water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add bluff, a barbeque and a stuffy room at night to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and puppies for mark and nigel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110146587915066801?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110146587915066801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110146587915066801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110146587915066801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110146587915066801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/11/revival.html' title='the revival.'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110127718347502534</id><published>2004-11-23T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:19:43.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mark</title><content type='html'>this blog is so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of telling you how it died...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you how it lived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110127718347502534?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110127718347502534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110127718347502534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110127718347502534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110127718347502534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/11/mark_23.html' title='mark'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110079444830003824</id><published>2004-11-18T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T08:14:08.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mark</title><content type='html'>we're going wild wild wet next thurs, the 25th. please be free. if not it's just me and lauw gaying around. oooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110079444830003824?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110079444830003824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110079444830003824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110079444830003824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110079444830003824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/11/mark_18.html' title='mark'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-110027507975689958</id><published>2004-11-12T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T07:57:59.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe</title><content type='html'>surprise surprise lauw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-110027507975689958?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/110027507975689958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=110027507975689958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110027507975689958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/110027507975689958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/11/joe.html' title='Joe'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109992048931193811</id><published>2004-11-08T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T05:28:09.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>wow.. this blog is quite dead.... ah well, cant be more dead than john's..hahas. hmm.... anyways, the four of us are back from ace camp. camp... wasn too bad i guess... canoeing everyday does get a wee bit boring but ah wel.. still got to pump a whole class without doing any myself, which was.... satisfying? ahh but they were bad lah so no choice rite? haha... nigel and zul were complete wussjacks... right mark? wussjacks. nigel's word. ah well, really lahh... jumping all around the tent coz of some small insects. woke mark up... then we went around killing mosquitoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaay.. remmber when i said relaxing was fun? hmm/... its starting to get a lil boring now and then... specially wiht the homework to complete, u just feel lyk procrastinating eveything coz u've got soo much time.. haiz... ah well. vishnu's haunted thingy went well.. got first or sth, and now she's getting lyk... $200 plus an mp3 player, add that to her 6 nike shirts and 2 track pants her father bought for her... and yeah, u get a very jealous me. life aint fair... hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amelia's just added my name ot the choir  website... and made it lyk.. extra huge.. evil twins the both of them coz mandy helped her wiht it... hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109992048931193811?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109992048931193811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109992048931193811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109992048931193811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109992048931193811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/11/jon.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109996769641701919</id><published>2004-11-08T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T18:34:56.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*mark</title><content type='html'>lauwjacks. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109996769641701919?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109996769641701919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109996769641701919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109996769641701919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109996769641701919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/11/mark_08.html' title='*mark'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109996763892230600</id><published>2004-11-08T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T18:33:58.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*mark</title><content type='html'>i love jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109996763892230600?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109996763892230600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109996763892230600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109996763892230600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109996763892230600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/11/mark.html' title='*mark'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109893806543816208</id><published>2004-10-27T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T21:34:25.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nigel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109893806543816208?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109893806543816208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109893806543816208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109893806543816208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109893806543816208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/nigel_27.html' title='nigel'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109880056100325163</id><published>2004-10-26T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T07:22:41.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mark*</title><content type='html'>due to request by a certain manda, i shall update. it'd be a sin if i didn't blog about today anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after chemistry class, about 22 of us 303 boys headed to town for lunch. we ate at taka. after that we  took a train down to harbour front, then sentosa. mr wong drove down with our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at siloso beach, me and zhiwei thrashed ray wong, junzhi and keith at beach basketball. heh. after that we played beach soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monkey frisbee was real fun. zhen chen and anthony "the dog" were awarded MVPs for their more than enthusiastic performances. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just when we thought things couldn't get any better....there was.....BEACH VOLLEYBALL!!!! it's not as easy as it looks...but its kickass fun. davidson, kenneth and I...well...we kicked ass lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we showered and headed back to harbour front. by then it was alerady 7. we had a hard time deciding on dinner and decided to split up. some (losers) went to yoshi while the rest of us ate at noodle hut! everything was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cap it off, we had dessert at orange julius. the oreo shit ain't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a great way to kick off the holidays. adrenaline-pumping, blood-rushing and bladder-exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wong's receipt for the day (he paid for everything by the way)&lt;br /&gt;1. $50 for entrance fee.&lt;br /&gt;2.$18 for renting of soccer ball and volleyball "courts"&lt;br /&gt;3.$14 for drinks&lt;br /&gt;4.$170 for dinner&lt;br /&gt;5.$50 for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you do the math. jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&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/8216887-109880056100325163?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109880056100325163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109880056100325163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109880056100325163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109880056100325163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/mark_26.html' title='mark*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109811293729440766</id><published>2004-10-18T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T08:22:17.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zul*</title><content type='html'>today was classic zmni jvi day.&lt;br /&gt;the type of day that wld've made me smile, grin, beam from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;it's been awhile since all of us met up together, including the extras. haa.&lt;br /&gt;or guests, lah, a nicer word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( looks at eunice )&lt;br /&gt;( AND shu )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started sluggishly though, but in the end everything was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;shuttled to and fro in town.&lt;br /&gt;cine to heeren to wisma to wheelocks back to cine then cntrpt.&lt;br /&gt;and we bought nigel his sexy ben sherman shirt.&lt;br /&gt;pokes- idiot!&lt;br /&gt;we love you!&lt;br /&gt;i think from tdy onwards, gel and i are gonna be clothing twins.&lt;br /&gt;we've got the same taste, Topman! Zara!&lt;br /&gt;ahaha if only we had the necessary sums to fund our desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;soon, soon..&lt;br /&gt;ah, i shall continue soon, again hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;sch tmr, i need to turn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you guys,&lt;br /&gt;with so much love.&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/8216887-109811293729440766?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109811293729440766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109811293729440766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109811293729440766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109811293729440766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/zul_109811293729440766.html' title='zul*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109773163957659954</id><published>2004-10-13T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:27:19.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jon*</title><content type='html'>heyy.. ~yawn.. its been a lazy thurs morning.mm all i did was pack my bag for PSLTC, then... nothing. hahas... mmm, i know john's gonna say that its borrinng..." there's nothing to do!" ahhas.. but thats the beauty of it aint it? after so much time spent preparing and then almost 2 weeks of exam, mugging till 1 plus sometimes. all the stress from knowing u have to complete a whole subj by the end of the day and knowing u only have 2 hrs left.... its a huge relief ot finally not have any thing to rush to complete rite? free and easy, no stress. of course u cant live lyk that ur whole life lah.. but hahas, im enjoying it for now at least. mm, plus i put in more effor thtis term lah. so its more rewarding? mms ah wells..... yupps definitely gotta go out guys.&lt;br /&gt;yes the air has cleared. it was for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109773163957659954?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109773163957659954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109773163957659954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109773163957659954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109773163957659954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/jon_13.html' title='jon*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109750267184831125</id><published>2004-10-11T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T06:51:11.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigel</title><content type='html'>*Yawnnn* Sup guys dunno bout yall but i need to destressssssssss. We need to go out after the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109750267184831125?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109750267184831125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109750267184831125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109750267184831125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109750267184831125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/nigel_11.html' title='Nigel'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109732319542222755</id><published>2004-10-09T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T04:59:55.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*jon</title><content type='html'>argh.... feel lyk im burning out... 4 days before end of exams... lit is hard ot study for... so maanny diff ways they cld ask the questions. bah. 4 days more. gd luckt~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109732319542222755?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109732319542222755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109732319542222755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109732319542222755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109732319542222755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/jon.html' title='*jon'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109724458400820670</id><published>2004-10-08T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T07:09:44.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*kram</title><content type='html'>Honey...i got alot of money. will u be my nasty girl? and let me do that dirty dance with you. Mommy....shake that sexy body. i just want a nasty girl. so tell me if that nasty girl is you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109724458400820670?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109724458400820670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109724458400820670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109724458400820670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109724458400820670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/kram.html' title='*kram'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109715166301049176</id><published>2004-10-07T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T05:21:03.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zul*</title><content type='html'>the cow mooed at 2021 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109715166301049176?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109715166301049176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109715166301049176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109715166301049176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109715166301049176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/zul_07.html' title='zul*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109715060704179964</id><published>2004-10-07T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T05:04:55.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nigel*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/2/1968/640/clownnigel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/2/1968/200/clownnigel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See zul this is what happens to your hair when you inhale bygon. Jon better prepare your gas mask. Muahahahahha. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109715060704179964?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109715060704179964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109715060704179964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109715060704179964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109715060704179964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/nigel_109715060704179964.html' title='nigel*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109715018704906394</id><published>2004-10-07T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T05:06:09.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nigel*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/2/1968/640/sji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/2/1968/200/sji.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys' home. Best place in the world. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109715018704906394?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109715018704906394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109715018704906394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109715018704906394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109715018704906394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/nigel_109715018704906394.html' title='nigel*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109713282836740618</id><published>2004-10-07T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T00:07:08.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nigel</title><content type='html'>why does everyone's post and with a song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109713282836740618?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109713282836740618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109713282836740618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109713282836740618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109713282836740618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/nigel_07.html' title='nigel'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109698443201507474</id><published>2004-10-05T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T06:53:52.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason*</title><content type='html'>We are the reason that He gave his life&lt;br /&gt;We are the reason that He suffered and died&lt;br /&gt;To a world that was lost, He gave all He could give&lt;br /&gt;To show us a reason to live..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the reason to live.&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/8216887-109698443201507474?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109698443201507474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109698443201507474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109698443201507474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109698443201507474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/reason.html' title='The Reason*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109696463412717327</id><published>2004-10-05T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T01:23:54.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mark*</title><content type='html'>i'm suddenly feeling real pumped up about next year's season. i'm gonna work hard to improve myself as a player and help my team win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to zul: drifts between some friends are inevitable. bonds broken can't be helped sometimes either. you only live once........so eat as much as you can and visit wild wild wet as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her two kids in high school, they tell her that she's uncool. But she's still preoccupied....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109696463412717327?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109696463412717327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109696463412717327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109696463412717327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109696463412717327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/mark.html' title='mark*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109689255695925917</id><published>2004-10-04T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T05:22:36.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zul*</title><content type='html'>im feeling rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109689255695925917?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109689255695925917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109689255695925917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109689255695925917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109689255695925917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/zul.html' title='zul*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109689080758192348</id><published>2004-10-04T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T04:53:27.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigel*</title><content type='html'>Man im bleeeeeeeeding. My sister scratched me to death for drinking her Ribena. I mean its like the big bottle and i just took some. And now shes mad. Hhahaha but quick lil old me tickled her to diffuse the situation. Thats why i put down the phone zul, sorry. Oh but yesterday i go scratched by a bitch. Literally a bitch. The dog belonged to Peter Nicholas Chai. Hahahaa smelly doggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon mark. Relax yeah? don't put too much pressure on yourself. Can't wait to go out if ya after the exams. Its been too long. Heeys should we tell vish about the site? I wanna see what she will write. Oh and Zulieee Pulieee just you watch out. Muahahaha. The table tennis champ is here. Stop the reassurance and put your wager. Heheheheh im joking. Really looking forward to the "rematch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing Matters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 3 people in the train. An American, Singaporean, and Bagaladash national. While on the journey, the american burnt a 10 dollar bill. " I have too much money in my country", he said. Then the bangaladashe lit a cigarette and without smoking it, he threw it out the window. "I have to much of this in my country", he said. Then they turned to the Singaporean. Without saying anything, he took the bangaladashe and threw him out the window...hahahahah (:&lt;br /&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/8216887-109689080758192348?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109689080758192348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109689080758192348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109689080758192348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109689080758192348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/nigel_04.html' title='Nigel*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109681141447635428</id><published>2004-10-03T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T06:50:14.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so it's two days left.&lt;br /&gt;make or break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started term 4 very well,&lt;br /&gt;but.. im starting to lose steam.&lt;br /&gt;which has indeed been a great cause for worry&lt;br /&gt;im determined not to let all the toil go down the godamn drain.&lt;br /&gt;two days, and it's more than enough to substantially cover my chem.&lt;br /&gt;as robs says, it can be done.&lt;br /&gt;thanks cheerleader. haha (:&lt;br /&gt;you'd better get your pom poms soon okay, i make it a must. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, it's been fine.&lt;br /&gt;the weekend has been great.&lt;br /&gt;nigel slept over on friday night and we covered chem and ss.&lt;br /&gt;thanks gel.&lt;br /&gt;and the table tennis win? it was jst to leave you in high spirits,&lt;br /&gt;what more with our exams round the corner.&lt;br /&gt;the real thing's gonna be post-exam match using shane's net.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the sec 4 graduation day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt rather detached..&lt;br /&gt;i didnt wna feel anything at that moment ytd.&lt;br /&gt;God knows why.&lt;br /&gt;there were so many...&lt;br /&gt;so many amongst the sea of white yesterday that i have forged bonds with over the past 3 years. some broken, some lost, some strengthened, some weakened. they come and go i guess.&lt;br /&gt;what i though was friendships that were made to last, eventually strained and broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are the bridges really burnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manijovi! -we've got serious catching up to do post-exam. let this be our motivation for our exams so that we can partehhhh aft the exams. but.... i'll be fasting! crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109681141447635428?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109681141447635428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109681141447635428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109681141447635428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109681141447635428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-its-two-days-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109668512076555754</id><published>2004-10-01T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T19:45:20.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigel*</title><content type='html'>splendid morning. woke up at 7am sharp...i turn and to my horrors!!!! arggghhhhhh its cowman!!! hahahaha fast asleep. Im surprised he knocked off so early last night and he didnt even moan this morning...we went running. and had a wonderful breakfast..bored now im lazy to study ss. poor vishnuu has sore throat. but as always dun forget the one step fool and idiot proof to cure your sore throat guys. Drink salt water. Im really looking forward to todays graduation.. had a dream last night. i imagined me graduating..hahaha its so fast. Too fast. Im gonna mins Sji. So i finally did post a message. *feeds myself a cookie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zul* - NIGEL WAS LAUGHING IN HIS SLEEP! hahaha. and nigel is beady. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109668512076555754?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109668512076555754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109668512076555754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109668512076555754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109668512076555754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/10/nigel.html' title='Nigel*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109594626430459733</id><published>2004-09-23T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T06:31:04.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jon*</title><content type='html'>its impossible. realistically speaking, i haven the slightest chance! ah wells, perhaps i'll just allow the the thought to play in my mind for awhile, BEFORE being rudely brought back to  reality. as a fantasy, yeah it mite exist, mite be conceivable, but other than that-- no way. not that im being pessimistic or anyt, or particularly self-indulgent, but its too out of my reach. wayy out. its a mix of not being gd enough and... dont know i guess, somehow.. the idea just doesn fit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously&lt;br /&gt;she's outta my league!&lt;br /&gt;im wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;coz she'll never be mine&lt;br /&gt;and i know that&lt;br /&gt;i never will be gd enough for her.&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/8216887-109594626430459733?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109594626430459733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109594626430459733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109594626430459733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109594626430459733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/09/jon_23.html' title='jon*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109559324601866263</id><published>2004-09-19T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T04:27:26.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jon*</title><content type='html'>haiz, the weekends are really too short. i tell u , its a horrible feeling when ur having fun and all, then either u rememeber that u hv a whole lot of work at home, or u hv to go home coz its time to. like yesterday? if was fun lah, or if not fu  then at least stress free. first when for cat class, got split into groups and had ot know each member and stuff. i mean its not the most interesting ting in th world but its stressfree. aft that went for dinner at swensen's thomson plaza, Ida's b'day today so we took her out for dinner.. yum. then went ot churh for the baptism choir thingy and that was fun. just singing songs and hving fun with frens and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after prac, we all just sang random songs.. all didnt wanna go home... hahas, so we were just slacking there until one person started to leave i think, then everyone followed. hmm, then we went for supper at adam road, coz none of us ( mandy, milli, iddi and shaun) wanted ot go home.. so jsut told adrian to drive straight.. after that then adrian sent us home lah. and that was how i spent my better half of the day.. having fun no doubt, but it passed by too quickly. ah wells, gotta get SOME studying done.. so nites all. oh yes, i hope man u lose. hahas.. nites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109559324601866263?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109559324601866263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109559324601866263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109559324601866263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109559324601866263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/09/jon_19.html' title='jon*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109551485899119526</id><published>2004-09-18T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T06:40:58.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mark*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok this is gay. we're all writing nonsense...and zul's then only one who knows how this thing actually works. zul...change the layout. i want something white. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;question of the day: why are there locks on the doors of 7-11 when they're opened 24-7, 365 days a year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8216887-109551485899119526?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109551485899119526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109551485899119526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109551485899119526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109551485899119526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/09/mark_18.html' title='mark*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109534824280942679</id><published>2004-09-16T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T08:24:02.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zul*</title><content type='html'>hey guys. tag board's up.. and you're welcome jon  hahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight's a stupid, useless, unproductive night. wasted away time on sgi which is totally bleah. gurmit, try less hard, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks nigel for you know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights, world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109534824280942679?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109534824280942679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109534824280942679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109534824280942679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109534824280942679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/09/zul_16.html' title='zul*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109517526504242865</id><published>2004-09-14T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T08:21:05.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zul*</title><content type='html'>mark: hey buddy, it's super duper great that you're feeling better. but oh noooooooo, guys.... mark says his voice will be back in no time. now tht's a baaaaaaaad thing. ohwells. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, guys i've moved.&lt;br /&gt;it's les-seine.blogspot.com frm now on. (:&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/8216887-109517526504242865?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109517526504242865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109517526504242865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109517526504242865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109517526504242865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/09/zul_14.html' title='zul*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109499951351372605</id><published>2004-09-12T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T07:31:53.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mark*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's tonsilitis. and its hurts like f***. seriously...u can carely open your mouth...and everytime u swallow its as if someone stuck a dagger down your throat. AHHHH!&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/8216887-109499951351372605?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109499951351372605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109499951351372605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109499951351372605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109499951351372605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/09/mark_12.html' title='mark*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109491526567972588</id><published>2004-09-11T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T08:07:45.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mark*</title><content type='html'>i hate sore throats. every swallow hurts like shit. plus i've got my mother tongue oral examination on monday. excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my younger brother can be a real pain in the ass at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109491526567972588?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109491526567972588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109491526567972588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109491526567972588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109491526567972588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/09/mark_11.html' title='mark*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109482586981224722</id><published>2004-09-10T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T07:17:49.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jon*</title><content type='html'>whoo! finally, finished all my holiday homework... whew. plus im all phsyked for finals, lyk, in the hardworking mood... hope it lasts.. hahas. hmm..got alot of other things besides FYE, lyk, im in an a cappella group with nick and john and nigel and sam, then i said i'd do the carroliing thingy for the church, then manda ask me to join some choir thingy for the faith formation baptism mass.. on 3 oct. right after english paper.. hmm... biting off more than i can chew? this year's important but next yr is ghonna even more packed, so if i don do it this yr then i prob wont be able to next year rite? and i lyk doing it... hmms... ah well, just see how it turns out? hope parents don disagree, shld be ok though.. better do a bit of studying now.. nites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109482586981224722?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109482586981224722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109482586981224722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109482586981224722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109482586981224722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/09/jon_10.html' title='jon*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109473857813796993</id><published>2004-09-09T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T07:15:53.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jon*</title><content type='html'>hey cool, our very own blog.. hahas! hmm.. zul wants me to say that he's real gd looking... so here goes.. zul's a gd looking hunk of cow ok? haiz, holidays are almost over alreadyy... but not too bad, relatively productive... hey do we have a tagboard? and who reads this? ah well, looking forward to sunday's performance.. shld be fun...think i'll stop here... hmm... respectable for a first entry i think.. nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216887-109473857813796993?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109473857813796993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109473857813796993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109473857813796993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109473857813796993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/09/jon.html' title='jon*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109457009450048997</id><published>2004-09-07T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T08:14:54.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mark*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ashley is gay =)&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/8216887-109457009450048997?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109457009450048997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109457009450048997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109457009450048997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109457009450048997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/09/mark_07.html' title='mark*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216887.post-109447850089986373</id><published>2004-09-06T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T06:48:20.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vishnu*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;heyyy..hello zumani jovi.its vi here. haha.they all denied ladedaa. supposedly our NAME but its okay. zul won. :) ..besides..this thing here is really nice. so yeahs. i went to make my ic today.. bye!&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/8216887-109447850089986373?l=zumani-jovi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/feeds/109447850089986373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8216887&amp;postID=109447850089986373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109447850089986373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216887/posts/default/109447850089986373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zumani-jovi.blogspot.com/2004/09/vishnu.html' title='vishnu*'/><author><name>Via Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18403236720494026088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
