<?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-9200830481586784911</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:38:49.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-9170462765989459191</id><published>2007-11-21T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:14:55.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy bum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wargh.. I'm so lazy. Haha.. Or maybe just reluctant to post anything. Maybe 'cause I know there's no one coming here to read my crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Optimus Prime or the Wicked Witch from the West reading this may be thinking: Why is he still posting if no one's reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just bored=) Got your answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now into the 5th week of school, with 3 more weeks before term break. Time seems to be speeding up now. Assignments piling, deadlines coming up.. School's kinda hectic now. For me at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO! I'M ONE OF *THEM*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did really badly in Photography. Why can't I just stop shaking when taking photos? It's not like I've contracted Parkinson's or something right? And there are just some things you can't use a tripod for. I'm going to do badly for the one subject I truly am interested in this semester. So depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with Amos later to recon West Coast Park for DVBS. Gonna take the opportunity to try out photography again. Still gotta do much stuff. How am I supposed to draft out a resumé without achievements? Sian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Words can't express what I'm feeling now. All warm and fuzzy inside.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Them* =&gt; What do you call Broodmother with two Hyperstones?&lt;br /&gt;Post answer on the tagboard. Winners stand to win attractive prizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wah lame sia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-9170462765989459191?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/9170462765989459191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/9170462765989459191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/11/lazy-bum.html' title='Lazy bum'/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-871258028577955337</id><published>2007-10-22T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T05:49:43.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;School has reopened!&lt;br /&gt;So many stuff happened la. With my birthday just passed and all XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Got so many stuff from people: shirt, gun, cards.. Even a cake! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baked &lt;/span&gt;me a cake la. Cool right?! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar. The gun is some kinda foam-missile blaster like thingy. And it's like, uber cool. Can shoot so freaking far la. Pwns all XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so glad the gospel meeting went as planned=) Heard the adults say the singing was great. Wahaha.. I hope God was pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School just reopened and already we have to form project groups. Sian.. SO much confusion here and there, I'm in a dilemma myself. How??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-871258028577955337?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/871258028577955337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/871258028577955337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/10/school-has-reopened-so-many-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-5959675464096494601</id><published>2007-10-15T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T08:29:12.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay! I went jamming for the first time today. Man it was fun. Even though I was like, making noise instead of music=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha.. I wanna jam again=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar. Got a new phone too X) Dad wanted to change phone so he took my old one and gave me the new one he bought. Wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna jam again =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-5959675464096494601?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/5959675464096494601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/5959675464096494601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/10/yay-i-went-jamming-for-first-time-today.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-953329636867541952</id><published>2007-10-14T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T08:44:30.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wee.. I'm on my Seventh week of holiday=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might seem like it but, long holidays are boring. Seriously. Especially when almost no one else is having their holidays at the same time. Currently, the people closest to me are either going to take their exams( A and O Levels -.- ), or started school (Poly peeps). There just isn't much to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing very meaningful, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realised that, throughout this holiday, and even before that, I've lost so much touch with God. I haven't been praying, haven't been doing my quiet time, man.. How have I been going through Sunday School and YP?&lt;br /&gt;Now it just feels so great being able to come back to God again. Just to feel hydrated by the Spirit is so.. refreshing. How is it that I keep wandering away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O to grace how great a debtor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Daily I’m constrained to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Bind my wandering heart to Thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Prone to leave the God I love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Seal it for Thy courts above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So, to anyone reading this, stick to your relationship with God. If you don't already have Jesus in your life, get down on your knees and ask for help. Life is just more meaningful that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm still confused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. but I'm sure God will show the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-953329636867541952?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/953329636867541952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/953329636867541952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/10/wee.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-8808587385638232435</id><published>2007-10-02T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T07:43:13.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a nutshell, I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bought a pair of jeans (BLACK). Fine, grey -.-&lt;br /&gt;- Cut my hair. And now I look kinda toot. Might go for another trim. But 10 bucks? ARGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-8808587385638232435?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/8808587385638232435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/8808587385638232435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-nutshell-i-bought-pair-of-jeans.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-1546013057747349616</id><published>2007-09-30T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T07:48:41.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past 3 days have been a blur. So many things happening that I can barely keep up with it la. Haha. Now that I still have my holidays, I can actually just take time off to sort out stuff abit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a steamboat dinner on friday! Wee.. Nice gathering of my favourite people to celebrate a special person's birthday. LOL. We just ate and joked and ate and joked. End of the day right, we were practically freezing with all the lame statements that were made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a figure of speech. Don't have to get so critical -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we walked from there(Marina South) to marina bay MRT to meet Matthew. Poor guy booked out late so he couldn't join us for dinner. So we walked and walked, singing songs and listening to two six-pointers talk about how to do a good portfolio or something =_= Won't mention names XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, people gotta go home early la. No choice lor. Walked to Esplanade then took MRT home. Nat, Matt and I took a detour and found ourselves in AngMoKio. With the last bus gone, we had to either take a cab, or walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way home, we were thinking of ways to hijack a car so we could go home quick. But ok la. The walk was fun=) Gotta get used to not being an east person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Study hard yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happy birthday, Amos =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-1546013057747349616?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/1546013057747349616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/1546013057747349616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/09/past-3-days-have-been-blur.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-6264627111685786302</id><published>2007-09-27T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T06:51:37.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wee.. East Coast Park. Wahaha.. Even though it was raining in the morning, it slowed to a drizzle in the afternoon. So... Thank God =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys (James, Amos, Wesley and I) went to rent the double bike thingy (I forgot the name la-.-) while the girls (Liling and Huimin) rented single bikes. I swear, it's either Huimin got problem, or the bike shop uncle don't like her la. We were cycling a short distance when she complained that her bike was difficult to ride on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like riding with a flat tire!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we cycled back to the shop to change the bike la. And we were on our way=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( Then Huimin's bike got problem again. Turns out the back wheel could not move. So Amos went and like, dismantle the whole back wheel brakes only to find out that wasn't the cause=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choice lor. Got to carry the bike aaaalll the waaaaaayyy back to the damn shop. James was the hero=) While Huimin rode the other single bike with him XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years later, we met back at MacDonald's. Huimin and Liling decided to ride the double bike thingy instead. And then, wah suai suai, start raining. So, soaking wet, we went back into macs where we froze our asses off. Damn cold la.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner somewhere in Marine Parade. Ate chicken rice. Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah sounds so interesting right.. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still in a dilema.. How do I break it to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-6264627111685786302?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/6264627111685786302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/6264627111685786302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/09/wee.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-6354963303369515929</id><published>2007-09-21T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:28:56.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been so long since I updated huh? Well here are the major stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've moved. I'm now staying somewhere in Bishan. Man. I still haven't gotten used to traveling to school from home. It's just so freaking far la.. Gotta leave the house 2 hours earlier just to make sure I get to school on time. Finally know how the "North people" feel.=P&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, I'm actually nearer to the church now. No more one-hour travel time there each week=) Guess you win some, you lose some. I can only hope now that the circle-line opens before schedule (2010, I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm having my holiday now. I survived my first semester of school with mediocre grades. Man. It's like surviving in a war but ending up having ur arm blown off or something: I don't know if I should mourn or rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Praise the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm actually into the middle of my holiday now. just about 3 or so weeks left to go. Been meaning to get a job but haven't applied for any except for the illusive hope of relief teaching. They said they would call. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bullshit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Curtis will be leaving for New Zealand. I can't believe he's actually migrating there. Honestly, I never used to think that much of him. He always had that air of attitude that people would dislike. Ok fine, maybe it's just me. Got to know him better through the years and yes, he's still an ass sometimes, but whoa.. We've become close friends. And now, he's going somewhere else. I still can't believe it.. He's actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could live five times.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I could be born in five different cities,&lt;br /&gt;and enjoy food five different times and have five different jobs.&lt;br /&gt;and ..... fall in love with the same person each time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-6354963303369515929?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/6354963303369515929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/6354963303369515929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-so-long-since-i-updated-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-8182398189463488259</id><published>2007-09-04T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:53:46.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spent most of the day packing up. It kinda sucks having to pack up for moving house. Firstly 'cause it's just so sian to have to pack up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;. And second, it's just weird leaving this house.  Even though I've moved like, twice before, it seems like I completely grew up here, cos that's where all my memories lie. I feel like I'll be leaving so many things behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when I moved in. So cool to finally live in a condo. Being able to see the fireworks every year from my window and all. Then complaining as I had to travel all the way to Clementi from Geylang for school every morning for a whole year.. Having to put up with childish classmates who laughed whenever I told them where I live..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Secondary School. Kinda sad when I realised everyone already knew each other from Primary School and I had to start from scratch. Coolest thing happened when my "buddy" and I shared so many common areas. Staying just one avenue away, we'd frequently go to each other's for projects or just to chill.&lt;br /&gt;Then came Sec3. I'd used to complain and wonder why I stayed so far away. I'd lie in my bed at night and wish the both of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; stayed just a little closer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary School ended with a huge pooper: I could not go to SAJC. I remember feeling so devastated that I could not follow my friends to a junior college. I'd look outside my window, then try to catch a glimpse of the ships in the distance, just to forget..&lt;br /&gt;Then I ended up in Temasek Polytechnic. Main reason for that school is that it's the nearest to my house. How ironic is the situation now huh? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the east. Someone just asked why I sound like Curtis in my MSN nickname. (FYI: My nickname on MSN is currently "Packin' up - &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll miss this place... so much&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;" ) Oh well, I can't really understand what he's going through, having to leave Singapore and all.. Now I know a little..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-8182398189463488259?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/8182398189463488259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/8182398189463488259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/09/spent-most-of-day-packing-up.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-2927707702839985014</id><published>2007-09-04T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:27:19.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOO/NIGHT SAFARI</title><content type='html'>WAHAHA! Today was so fun! First outing of the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so not exactly the first outing and ok, not all the class turned up. But it still was really nice! Bonding together, laughing at each other,(Note: not at each other's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jokes&lt;/span&gt;. At &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;each other &lt;/span&gt;XD).&lt;br /&gt;The zoo was nice. At least most of the exhibits were complete. The last time I went, so many were under construction la. SO &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pek cek&lt;/span&gt;. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained at the zoo can. At first it was a slight drizzle. Then it poured to a point where we had to go to the nearest shelter. And it had to be the baboon enclosure. Like, WTH? Of all places, we get stuck with probably the ugliest things in the zoo? We got kinda bored waiting for the rain to stop. So guess what? We played charades. Yes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;charades&lt;/span&gt;.. HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain stopped, we moved on la. With Denise as our "tour guide", we went through the zoo nicely. Haha.. At least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;has her future secured.. XP&lt;br /&gt;We then met for dinner at Bongo Burgers. The food was ex la. Ok la.. Maybe a little reasonable for their kind of fare. But the zoo overcharges. Honestly. $3 for a packet of "Hello Panda"?! You gotta be kidding me! Oh well.. Singapore what. Money sapping country. No wonder revenue in the tourism area is booming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night Safari was really cool! It's like walking through the zoo, only at night-.- Plus you get to see other kinds of night animals la. Then on the tram can get so close to the animals outside. Can get high one know=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best had to be when we saw the tiger in the night safari. It was pacing up and down in the distance. Then when the class went off, I sorta stayed back awhile. The tiger then came like, to the glass la! It was less than a metre away from me know! Even thought I knew there was a glass wall, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whoa! &lt;/span&gt;DAAAAAMMMN NICE! Haaha.. Freaky too.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beat. =) But happy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-2927707702839985014?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/2927707702839985014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/2927707702839985014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/09/zoonight-safari.html' title='ZOO/NIGHT SAFARI'/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-4020635718106748613</id><published>2007-08-30T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T08:51:34.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess now's not the right time..</title><content type='html'>It's over! My exams are OVER! Thank God for that. Man.. It's been a long two weeks studying for them. And now, it's OVER! (Note: Not that I have much confidence in doing well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Seems like the past 2 weeks weren't enough. Maybe I just wasn't studying the way I should be. I was trying to study in my own strengths and capabilities. How many times have I been reminded that without Christ, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;? Yet I still chose to go my own way. Sigh.. I need to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want to??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.. so help me to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ratatouille was nice by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-4020635718106748613?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/4020635718106748613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/4020635718106748613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/08/guess-nows-not-right-time.html' title='Guess now&apos;s not the right time..'/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-3895273378913676051</id><published>2007-08-21T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:08:39.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went out to study today at East Coast Park=) I know. Weird choice. Haha.. But kinda cool huh? Studying near the beach. Although, it's not exactly at the beach. Just the Macdonald's at ECP=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied for a few hours, then went to a hut near the beach to just, chill. And even thought we couldn't actually see the sun set, it still was nice gazing upon the shimmering waters together with friends while talking cock=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the midst of exam preparations, time just seems to run too slowly and quickly at the same time. It feels like I've covered a lot today. Yet somehow, I felt as though I needed more time to cover even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid I can't pass the subject. I'm so afraid I'll fall behind everyone next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you, God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-3895273378913676051?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/3895273378913676051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/3895273378913676051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/08/went-out-to-study-today-at-east-coast.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-1719070861164526239</id><published>2007-08-15T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T07:35:58.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee.. Exams..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's almost time for the exams. What am I doing? Haha.. Don't feel like studying la. After looking at the past year papers of the 3 subjects, wah. Just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sian zi bua&lt;/span&gt; la.. The papers look so freaking tough can=.= I can just die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.. To think I'm complaining about the fact that I have less 'A's than that weird tofu stick. And here I am, just "stoning" at home. LOL.. I should just DIE! argh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Internet's been screwing up lately. The connection is so crappy, I get disconnected several times without rhyme or reason. ARGH.. Maybe I shouldn't be downloading so many stuff.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow still got make up tutorial.. *sigh* Thursday supposed to be my "off day" know.. Ah what am I going to do at home anyway. Not like I'll spend the whole time studying. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moulin Rouge.&lt;/span&gt; I super lag can. Always wanting to watch all the old shows. HAHA.. What a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all  &lt;/span&gt;the exams to be over. Then things can go back as they used to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-1719070861164526239?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/1719070861164526239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/1719070861164526239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/08/wee-exams.html' title='Wee.. Exams..'/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-7559951204474104690</id><published>2007-08-10T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T08:46:29.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/8: Started off in school. Felt so guilty that I'm leaving everyone to do the newsletter as I go and celebrate Wesley's birthday. Haha.. But I'm kinda glad I did=P Went to Marina South for steamboat. Wah SHIOK only. So fun getting scalded every now and then by the oil-.- . LOL. After that, we played LAN till late late then... oops. 12AM already. No more MRT and bus. So.. We walked out to town from there. Just the 4 of us brothers. Went into an underpass and took some great pictures! Haha.. Brothers for life man.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at about 1.30. Much as I'd like to have laid down and sleep, I had to rush an advertorial. Time passed and i finally laid to rest at 6AM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/8: No. Unfortunately for you people, I didn't die. LOL. Woke up the next morning at 9 to have breakfast with my family=) So nice to eat together with them. After that, We went home and I rushed the next part: poster. Really didn't do a good job of both. Think I gonna fail sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/8: Bloody hell.. Got to go to school in the morning. There goes a night of sweet rest. =.=&lt;br /&gt;School over. Rushed project, ladeedaa.. Went straight to Yishun from Tampines to Bryan's. I don't know how I'm going to survive man.. The ride was frickin' tiring la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Suddenly lost the updating mood. Will stop here. My eyes are barely open. Considering my already small eyes, it's amazing I can still see with my eyes spuinting like this. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar. ALL MY ASSIGNMENTS AND PROJECTS ARE OVER! WAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;But still got exams-.- Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hello there=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-7559951204474104690?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/7559951204474104690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/7559951204474104690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-week.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-756068042135261063</id><published>2007-08-06T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T07:20:18.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today's presentation was a disaster. ARGH.. I screwed up so badly. Sigh.. How am I going to prepare for tomorrow's presentation? HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I've got so many assignments on my hands to be handed up this Friday. I really don't know how I am going to cope la.. Then still got Wesley's birthday.. =P Thursday is going to be jam packed.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming up really soon. Looking at the pass year paper, it'll take a miracle and dozens of long nights of study to get through it. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need You, God&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hearing the voice over the phone.. I miss those secret smiles..&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-756068042135261063?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/756068042135261063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/756068042135261063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/08/how.html' title='HOW?!'/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-7537234529342056089</id><published>2007-08-05T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T05:25:46.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pending..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahahaha.. I'm so sorry for handing up my part for the MedSoc slides so late. Gues Haikel may be ABEEEET unhappy about it=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Now pending:&lt;br /&gt;    Friday - Poster&lt;br /&gt;    Friday - Advertorial&lt;br /&gt;    Friday - Newsletter&lt;br /&gt;    Tuesday - News Article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what one can see, I have no holiday on Friday. And that sucks alright. With everyone having a long weekend, I'm just handing up stuff on that day. Man.. Four hour tutorials REALLY saps your energy.. (Why am I sounding like Vera? XP ) With all these plus two presentations on consecutive days, sigh.. It's going to be a looong week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares? I've got '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to the Future Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;' Wahaha.. ABIT lag only. ABIT... XD&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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So nice talking to you =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-7537234529342056089?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/7537234529342056089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/7537234529342056089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/08/pending.html' title='Pending..'/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-8286224799501244032</id><published>2007-08-03T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T09:10:52.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What exactly am I doing?</title><content type='html'>Kinda missed the two main objectives I had planned for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    - Finish up MedSoc presentation slides.&lt;br /&gt;  - Get new formal clothes for future presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know what the problem was today. During GDF, it was like there was a heatwave or something. At least to me... My friend beside me was like, wearing a jacket la. Then there was I perspiring and shaking. Everyone kinda thought I was crazy or something. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Problem solved when I got something to eat from Cheers. Guess I was just hungry=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, we planned to do up the slides. Some stuff happened and us, being in our usual lazy moods, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;delegated&lt;/span&gt; work. HAHA.. What a joke..&lt;br /&gt;Then four of us, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy crazy,&lt;/span&gt; went to watch the Simpsons Movie. Damn, it was daaaamn dumb. As in, whoa. Maybe that's just cause I haven't really watched the Simpsons before so... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be doing my work. I've got four different assignments due for next week. And that's not even including presentation preparations. Darn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't stop the rain.&lt;br /&gt;But I will hold you till it goes away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-8286224799501244032?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/8286224799501244032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/8286224799501244032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/08/kinda-missed-two-main-objectives-i-had.html' title='What exactly am I doing?'/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-2853793474676629086</id><published>2007-08-01T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T07:29:05.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>Wow.. I'm the only guy from 1C04 to attend lecture today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life abeeet boring arh. To think that is probably the 'biggest' thing to happen to me today. wowee. -_-&lt;br /&gt;So 3 of us from class had lunch and a good chat. Then others slowly met us and we headed off to Media Marketing lecture.&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little like a traitor today. I won't talk much about it but, leaving my friends behind so I could be in a safe position. No amount of explanation can talk me out of the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-2853793474676629086?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/2853793474676629086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/2853793474676629086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-5837302917344686936</id><published>2007-07-30T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:39:58.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! I'm done with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deathly Hallows&lt;/span&gt;! Kinda sad book but, hey, I'm not complaining. Really good plot and all. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I came to update today. Lots of stuff have happened over the weekends but somehow, I can't really put it in words. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid mental constipation&lt;/span&gt;. Struggling so much with it lately =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm at a blank now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's so cold these days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-5837302917344686936?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/5837302917344686936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/5837302917344686936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/07/yay-im-done-with-deathly-hallows-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-2930949453858469171</id><published>2007-07-28T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:46:30.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GDF is boooring..&lt;br /&gt;Well, Kinda. When it is a 4hour tutorial and all your doing is just sitting there doodling stuff. Found it hard to link 'design' to 'CMM' for awhile. Time passed and I just adopted the "what the heck" attitude regarding the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed the whole day and yadda yadda yadda. Met up with Amos at about 4 plus then Nat at around 6:30. Felt really good to be hanging out again without fear of project submissions or whatever. Not that I have no more projects for the rest of the semester. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Ate somewhere at Raffles place then spent most of the time just wandering around town, making a fool of ourselves. Almost literally. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the 'making a fool of ourselves' part la.. As in wandering around town. We walked almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt; before we decided to just laze at the esplanade. Drinking coke in glass bottles and just wasting the time away.. Haha.. Makes one contemplate a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that some people manage to pick themselves up after every breakup and find someone else so easily? Why do I still have this 'thing' that is holding me back? I still haven't found out what the 'thing' is. Maybe it's a fear of making a bad move again. Could it be conscience?&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of getting back together had certainly crossed my mine. But with so little communication, I wonder if that is even possible. Maybe that long word IS the obstacle. Is it really not meant to be? Is God saying "no"?&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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could it be "wait"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-2930949453858469171?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/2930949453858469171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/2930949453858469171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/07/lgdf-is-boooring.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-9219399976011278215</id><published>2007-07-26T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:52:14.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awoke to the feeling that today may just be well spent. Then I saw the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12:57&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice one, Darius. So much for spending the day to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my thought process I guess. Waking up late is like wasting the day away. Now much can be done at night when most of my friends are sleeping. There's really not much point in staying up late when there's no one to talk to, be it "real or virtual". Haha...&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't till coming to TP that I realised people can actually stay up so late. I have a friend whom I sometimes doubt ever sleeps at all! Even though he was from a JC before he came here, sleeping at 4 or 5 was the norm for him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amazing&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Then there's another one who looks like she's going to doze off any moment. Really. Turns out sleeping in is a real treat for her. Oh well. The world is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vast&lt;/span&gt;. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a drag today was. Wasn't in the mood to do any work(Probably due to the fact that I woke up so late..). So I took the chance to finish up 'Half-Blood Prince'. Just started on Deathly Hallows. Yea yea.. I'm lagging behind. Like I give a shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just got to move on, dammit.. It's just no use. especially when I ended the whole thing.. Move on, dammit. Move on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was a cold day today..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-9219399976011278215?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/9219399976011278215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/9219399976011278215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/07/awoke-to-feeling-that-today-may-just-be.html' title=''/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-1081802984547501946</id><published>2007-07-25T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:44:46.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglect</title><content type='html'>I dare not yet say that it's over. Sure, marketing project's due tomorrow and everything's more or less done. Yet, I'm not getting that sense of gratification I usually get after I finish a big assignment.(Eh. Group projects are damn big okay..) I guess it is only after the whole report is handed up will I feel at rest. Ahh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.. Just got handed something to do. Haha.. Will be back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;I really think I did really little. And when I am given a task, I can't do it right. Always asking my group members questions about how to do it as though they are supposed to tell me how. It's like I don't have a mind of my own or something. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just use your brains for once la, Darius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feel so unreliable. My contribution evaluation will probably be 5 or something, and I would be thanking God for that too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been thanking God? He seems so far away these days. Have I wandered astray for so long? I want to say it's because of my projects that I'm so busy. But what does Matthew 6:33 say? Why haven't I "seeked first the Kingdom of God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and its righteousness?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, how many times have I broken Your heart?&lt;br /&gt;But still You forgive if only I ask....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-1081802984547501946?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/1081802984547501946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/1081802984547501946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/07/neglect.html' title='Neglect'/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-5127056350795406763</id><published>2007-07-20T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:42:14.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As though it's all over..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Media &amp; Society deadline: 23rd July (Monday [3 days away])&lt;br /&gt;Communications &amp;amp; Media Marketing deadline: 25th July (Wednesday [5 days away])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I sure know how to manage my time. With all my projects this close, I must be such a genius(geh-nee-oos) to have been doing what I've done the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had GDF lessons in the morning. Had to turn down an 'invitation' to go to the movies with a friend in the afternoon, thinking that the day would be well spent finishing up the MedSoc project.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out not many people were very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interested in staying after school &lt;/span&gt;to do the work together and so we 'parted ways'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines Mall (The worse place &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, honestly) with a couple of friends for lunch. With Haikel in our midst, our options for food were either boring crap or non-halal delicacies.&lt;br /&gt;I swear we were all deranged from the hunger. Never would I think this would be the solution to our starvation problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Eh. We go watch movie and eat popcorn la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thought: SIAO ARH!!&lt;br /&gt;Second thought: Walau.. Damn hungry sia..&lt;br /&gt;Third thought: Ah, what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it wasn't before entering the cinema that I realised that we can just order popcorn and eat it somewhere else other than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a theatre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. The Order of the Phoenix was nice=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Elena.. Next friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt sank in and I made two random decisions on my way home.&lt;br /&gt; - Get a haircut.&lt;br /&gt; - Go to the library and get a book.&lt;br /&gt;Both were accomplished. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check it out! It's the 20th of July 2007! Means: 20072007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I got life sia...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-5127056350795406763?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/5127056350795406763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/5127056350795406763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-though-its-all-over.html' title='As though it&apos;s all over..'/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-3471879642455244643</id><published>2007-07-20T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:40:22.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I feel like such an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly now, would my projects complete themselves if I just lazed around? 'Cause that is exactly what I am doing all the time. As though things were as they were before school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty. Everyone else is trying their best to contribute for their part of the project while here I am, acting as though the holidays were here. Wouldn't be surprised really,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or have the right to complain for that matter&lt;/span&gt;, if I do get a poor peer evaluation. Always whining about how I'm tired and that I can't find anything online. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAN..&lt;/span&gt; I am such a wuss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't tell apart my feelings. Do i miss her? Or just the times? I'm so dangerously close to making a rash decision again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't let me fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-3471879642455244643?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/3471879642455244643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/3471879642455244643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/07/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9200830481586784911.post-5915072732254637955</id><published>2007-07-17T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:38:51.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reboot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's the 17th of July and the last post was what, March 14th? Man, its been a long time. Not sure if I'll get the hang of it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff has happened since the last time I posted. Updates: I'm now in Temasek Polytechnic taking up a Diploma in Communications and Media Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through this 3 months that I have been missing, God showed me once again that He is indeed, sovereign over all. Yes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;. Thank God I didn't make it to SAJC. I found out that He put me in Temasek Polytechnic for a purpose, that is to share the Good News of salvation to people who are still outside His Kingdom. Haha.. I'm still amazed at how things turned out even as I type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post, I met many new people from different backgrounds. Having once again come into an environment that does not hold Christ in high regard, it would be a struggle to shine for Him. Well, He didn't say it would be easy, did He?&lt;br /&gt;It sure isn't now. That's why I'm resting on God each day for strength. And He never fails=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 22 people in my tutorial group when I first got there. (23 now that a new guy transferred in like, 2 or 3 weeks into school term.) I thank God for putting me there together with Lisa. Haha.. Sure have got to know her better after school started. Then again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh great, now I have to see her everyday&lt;/span&gt; XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Met up with a great bunch of people and we stuck close ever since: rushing assignments, 'chillaxing', going through thick and thin together.(Even though our frustrating problem each day was probably just the question of which canteen to eat in..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Fast forward to 16th July(yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Gospel Rally past, school life kinda resumed. Really glad when someone told me about 5-10 people went forward to receive Christ into their lives on the last night. YAY! The Bible says that even when one sinner repents, the whole of heaven rejoices over that lost one who was found. I can only imagine the rejoicing in heaven that night=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was rudely brought back to the reality of project works. With the deadlines being next week, getting started this week could only ensure the way we are screwed would be a little less painful. Fact is, with others coming close to finishing their work, I'm actually getting a little worried. Now I don't know if I should quit Archery (my CCA) or not, seeing how I haven't been to training for the last 2 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to school now. Yes. Poly timetables are a little, odd.. Will change the skin later tonight. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Lord, I need Your help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I really do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9200830481586784911-5915072732254637955?l=what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/5915072732254637955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9200830481586784911/posts/default/5915072732254637955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-else-did-you-expect.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-17th-of-july-and-last-post-was-what.html' title='Reboot'/><author><name>dArIuS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08180366862810064952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
