<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039</id><updated>2009-10-22T02:09:37.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My deranged ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-6642764985496288355</id><published>2007-10-08T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T04:14:48.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the monk who sold his ferrari</title><content type='html'>YAY the promos are over.. havent blogged nor come online in ages. I guess its probably due to several reasons. One i am afraid of my friends and two is was really sick but i'm okay now. promos sucked real bad i wouldnt be suprise if i get retained normally i would bother to make and effort to study but for this examinations none came. i completely didnt do section B of physics and likewise for my math and chem i dont guarantee my answers are correct for the questions i did do. Anyway screw the exams.. EXAMS SUCK.  The school in dubai rejected me.. Screwy huh. Well i'm gonna email the registar with my cv and see how it goes and if i cant get the college of my choice there is stilll oxford intl and cambridge intl but really i wanna get out of my school. my spirit is crushed and i've hit lowest i've been in years. Played tennis the other day had a match point but lost the match something some my 'friends' said has really been bugging me. probably one of the reasons to my downcast mood. well i'll not to be so moody as they say we should bear our own burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the monk who sold his ferrari is really something to think about makes one wonder eh...  would a monk even own a ferrari or can a monk own a ferrari. its kind of a paradox it gets u thinking but ultimately u get to the question is a ferrari worth it. Doesnt make sense??? think about it. u'll get to that question eventually and only u noe the answer to that question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-6642764985496288355?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6642764985496288355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=6642764985496288355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/6642764985496288355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/6642764985496288355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/10/monk-who-sold-his-ferrari.html' title='the monk who sold his ferrari'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-556041624912657095</id><published>2007-09-09T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T07:53:02.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the hols</title><content type='html'>the hols have ended. here is what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday-umm nothing. ahh yes soccer&lt;br /&gt;tuesday- soccer again&lt;br /&gt;wednesday-pw meeting( did i mention i hate pw)&lt;br /&gt;thursday-umm cant rmbr.. oh yeah i did math.. see i actually studied haha. but only 4 chpters&lt;br /&gt;friday- open house prep played bridge and soccer to kill 4hrs then met adarsh to watch ratatatatata ( okay i cant spell the name) told adarsh whats on my mind. His response: you should have gone acsi&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: open house but it was really disappointing cause not many ppl came. Played hockey for like 4 hrs then managed to convince shermaine to go dover market to eat. Her whinning is damn funny. honestly. then she made me buy peach bubble tea for mrc girl and then i had to sneak it into the hall to give it to her. she wasnt there though and eventually found her with shermaine. then we walked around the school looking for dont noe what and then i went back to playing hockey for another 2 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and wrote out my feelings and it wasnt me. it was like someone else was inside of me. Made me think that maybe my nonsence is a facade for what i really feel but then ( okay this will sound really made up and unbelieveable but then again neither  am i a supernatural believer kinda thing)  my bible fell outta my bag and the verse psalms 23:3 caught my eye and it gave me strength. it was like god was giving me a message and suddenly that feeling of defeatness and deflatedness was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in dubai arent going as well as my parents would have hoped. my dad doesnt really enjoy his new working environment and  i cant say that i didnt predict that. but my dad is bounded by contract and so my mum will still have to go. havent been feeling so well these days having constant headaches and feel constantly tired. went to see a doctor he told me to go see a specialist. the told me what he thinks the problem is but this is something i rather keep inside. Telling ppl would not be good. I just hope it'll cure fast or i hope i dont have to be operated on. The doctor doesnt think it will lead to an operation cause its gotta do with my rhinithis and my mum has had the problem before but i hope it turns out alrite. God gimme strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-556041624912657095?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/556041624912657095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=556041624912657095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/556041624912657095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/556041624912657095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/09/hols.html' title='the hols'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-1280424466784065453</id><published>2007-09-01T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:42:24.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute</title><content type='html'>As my dad leaves for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dubai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;. it suddenly becomes so real. the boxes and the suitcases packed, the cars sold and movers coming over.  It hit me hard that its like almost the last time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; ever spend with my dad. the next time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; see him will be during holidays but for the next 4 yrs we'll be in different countries and after the 4 yrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be too old to have a father son relationship with my dad anymore and instead it'll be more like a relationship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;btwn&lt;/span&gt; 2 adults. Although i have never been close to my dad considering the last time we talked was when i was in primary 6. Despite this i still feel the need to pay a tribute to my dad.  so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad although we never really talked or did things together. You were still there for me. When mum shouted and threw remotes at me for my academic short comings, u would tell her to stop and i knew although u never said it u were silently disappointed. When u saw the results of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mensa&lt;/span&gt; test and the certificate qualifying me for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mensa&lt;/span&gt; once again although u never said it,your eyes showed your pride in having me join u as another member of the family in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mensa&lt;/span&gt;. You were always concerned about who i was debating and how was doing in the tennis competitions i entered. It was always u who came and watched me at the tennis competitions and even when i got thrashed in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;quarter&lt;/span&gt;-finals u were proud that i made it that far. When your friends and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; tipped me to become the next u or even surpass u. Silently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure u were proud. But the truth is dad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; never be you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; always lived in the shadow of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;achievements&lt;/span&gt; and what you accomplished and it will always be that way. No matter what, i will never be able to measure up to what you are. I will always remain in your shadow but thanks dad for moulding me so that one day  i will carry on the reputation you have established. i wish you all the best in Dubai and most importantly although i think the last time i said it was 7yrs ago. i love you dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-1280424466784065453?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1280424466784065453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=1280424466784065453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/1280424466784065453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/1280424466784065453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/09/tribute.html' title='A tribute'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-7633992636021408423</id><published>2007-08-24T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:05:53.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rarh!!!</title><content type='html'>bleh.. my leg is seriously thrashed. went to play soccer today. we split the teams into polys vs jcs. i scored a beauty and i mean a beauty but i got slide tackled so hard that my knee popped. As usual the jackass that i am continued playing. Only after the match did i realise how badly hurt i was. We won 4-3 in the end,my cuz scoring a brace for the polys team. To be honest we were actually quite lucky. Then after the game. we went to alis house. It was quite fun, we just sat around talking bout crap and i realised how much my parents dominate my damn life. its always naveen do this, naveen why are u late, naveen where are you, naveen who u with, naveen dont do this, naveen switch off your computer, naveen y u listening to music. naveen i'm damn pissed with your attitude, naveen if u dont like it here get out of my house. Oh Damn how much i hate my parents they are seriously control freaks. They seriously dont let me do shit. I guess this is probably due to all the damn woman's magazines my mum reads since she stopped working. i mean all those articles on those screwed up american kids and how computers promote crime and all that nonsence.Talk about vulnerable!!. C'mon for an author  you should have some intelligence. Oh right wait i inherited the intelligence from my dad, my poor mum only has a basic IQ. Sigh okay i think i've gotten it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was okay as weeks go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- training&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- met shermaine and emma to 'study' chem&lt;br /&gt;wednesday-training( forgot my brace for my right knee and a result my left knee had to take the full load and i picked a strain)&lt;br /&gt;thursday-skipped school( went out with my parents-fullfilling social obligations for my father)&lt;br /&gt;Friday(today)- having shortness of breath and my knee felt extremely stiff.- did some physio to get it better. shows how dumb i was to go play football right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the weekend'll be good. i know i'm going to the ritz tmr again for another dinner with my dads well-wishers. i cant stand these dinners. Dressing up in some zara shirt with dress shoes and dress pants talking abt politics isnt the way i want to spend my damned saturday nights. But hey if these clowns can get me a job in the future it gives me an edge right. Just hope my dad doesnt come up during  my conversations and basically shows the person i'm talking to how poorly i measure up to him. It sucks being in my dads shadow.  Started fantasy league here is my team and shermaines team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my team-Van der Sar, Richards, Taylor, Carragher, Malouda, Malbranque, Osman, Alonso, Drogba(Captain), Heskey, Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shermaines team(helping her manage)-Cech, Richards, Bikey, Scharner, Lampard, Gerrard, Essien, Arteta, Kanu, Benjani, Torres(Captain)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-7633992636021408423?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7633992636021408423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=7633992636021408423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7633992636021408423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7633992636021408423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/08/rarh.html' title='rarh!!!'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-3079576824878758596</id><published>2007-08-18T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T10:36:03.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny things, sad things, angry things</title><content type='html'>this week was honestly not bad. heard some funny stuff went through some bad stuff and did some fun stuff. I also realised this week that i need to translate what i noe into results. i'm sick and tired of making careless mistakes or misjudging what the questions want cause i noe my work. so its really pissy. but this week was also real fun. i guess my class is getting more and more united and it really makes me happy when i see my whole class doing things together although i still feel that i dont belong there. this week has also been strange because i'm becoming more and more intolerant of my friends . i'm starting to question where the loyalties of some of my "friends" lie. Then again maybe its just me. Anyways here are some of the funny things i've heard this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at hockey training: &lt;em&gt;Which one goes on first ah, the socks, shoes or the shin pads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which team am i on again ah( &lt;/em&gt;the guy was wearing white and the opponents were wearing coloured)&lt;br /&gt;In school: &lt;em&gt;What class do i have now&lt;/em&gt;, my reply: &lt;em&gt;umm i'm not in your class&lt;/em&gt;, guy: &lt;em&gt;oh shit damn crap how and then he runs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a test&lt;em&gt; :I will pass if i dont fail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bridge game and after the partner has revealed himself and the game is won: &lt;em&gt;Eh who is my partner ah, did we win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mum: &lt;em&gt;dont feed this one that one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the funny things that people say. today was not bad, went for pw meeting with kd cheryl and jie hui ( who isnt in my pw grp) and then instead of doing anything ended playing bridge throughout the whole thing but it was fun. also found out who has been bitching bout me and i learnt who the person who threatened to hit my leg at the weak spot to ensure i dont ever play again is . Well dude i noe who are and my warning to you dont mess arnd with me cause i'll hurt u real bad and i mean real bad. what a jackass. Really i feel like joining hockey was an F-ing disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also havent heard ppl calling me vishnu in such a long time. i rmbr the times when adarsh bryan and justin would scream it across the mrt or classes and the tennis courts it used to be damn funny. It was so strange when bryan( the singapore one) called me vishnu the other day. i need to do fun and enjoyable stuff. my life is being plagued by just training work training work. lets see what i did this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday:training&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:BORING LIKE CRAP!!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:ponned training to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:watched chelsea win and manu draw ponned training also&lt;br /&gt;Fri: wasnt feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;Sat: okay today was preety fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what i mean my week sucks as in it really sucks. its so boring. i dont noe how long more i can keep up having such boring weeks. FUN FUN FUN- i need fun. i'm a hedonist i cant live without fun and pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are 2 quotes that are really food for thought especially for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We hate some persons because we do not know them; and we will not know them because we hate them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/23950.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and too someone whom u shld noe who u r- I'm not a f-ing sub for when u have a problems or need a shoulder. Just piss off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-3079576824878758596?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3079576824878758596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=3079576824878758596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3079576824878758596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3079576824878758596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny-things-sad-things-angry-things.html' title='funny things, sad things, angry things'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-3560952878134454867</id><published>2007-08-10T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:29.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;finally found time to blog. Everything seems to be falling apart for me. I have been neglecting my true piorties and have not been paying attention to whats happening around me. This week kd stepped down from treasurer. I feel like i lost an ally but more importantly a dear friend and just today i had a fight with cheryl. It was harsh and some explitives were exchanged and to be honest it was all my fault. I feel like i'm loosing all my friends one by one. even when i had lunch with adarsh and when we went to watch a movie we werent as close as we used to be. Had the national day thing on wed. Represented tct as house captain. For the stupid pushball game i had to throw my body into the thing and had to push really hard against 3 acsi rugby players. it made my injury worse but at least we won third overall. what was nice was that some girl who looked not bad said she saw me playing and said i was very brave-a small consolation i guess. Hockey is also eating my brains. I have to call addidas and collect money for the jerseys and on top of that i have to collect money for class-t also. then there is planning for trainings and studying. there is so much to do and so little time. i'm falling apart almost literally. i was considering stepping down from tct captain but now i think i'll actually do it. so many things on my mind, anyways here are the photos from pre- u sem and photos of a place that gives me comfort- barker. how i miss the good old days. the days when i was a kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxHQWbYjFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PSQcLqriYRk/s1600-h/cch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097027224500472914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxHQWbYjFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PSQcLqriYRk/s320/cch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxHRWbYjGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/b0ynWJ50GKY/s1600-h/clocktower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097027241680342114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxHRWbYjGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/b0ynWJ50GKY/s320/clocktower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxHRmbYjHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/herrgsKs0h4/s1600-h/garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097027245975309426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxHRmbYjHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/herrgsKs0h4/s320/garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxHSWbYjII/AAAAAAAAAEU/u0U-0-nrnWI/s1600-h/stairway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097027258860211330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxHSWbYjII/AAAAAAAAAEU/u0U-0-nrnWI/s320/stairway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxHS2bYjJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/20cq2o_3vYA/s1600-h/AC021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097027267450145938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxHS2bYjJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/20cq2o_3vYA/s320/AC021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they were having rehersal couldnt resist taking a photo of my prefect junior standing like a joke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxI3mbYjKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1fRL4yAwXoc/s1600-h/24052007086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097028998321966242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxI3mbYjKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1fRL4yAwXoc/s320/24052007086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxI32bYjLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vqd5SgZSlWU/s1600-h/24052007092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097029002616933554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxI32bYjLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vqd5SgZSlWU/s320/24052007092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxI4GbYjMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/j59ZKrmh5ik/s1600-h/24052007093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097029006911900866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxI4GbYjMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/j59ZKrmh5ik/s320/24052007093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxI4WbYjNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aXPZLkBs1CY/s1600-h/Image125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097029011206868178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxI4WbYjNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aXPZLkBs1CY/s320/Image125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-3560952878134454867?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3560952878134454867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=3560952878134454867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3560952878134454867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3560952878134454867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/08/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RrxHQWbYjFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/PSQcLqriYRk/s72-c/cch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-211088533408524113</id><published>2007-07-28T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T07:36:36.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my perfect wonder</title><content type='html'>The week has finally ended. The week was horrible and good in someways. there was good and bad. the bad was really bad and the good was okay. hear are my hi-lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-trying to recover from the fight my mum and i had- stuffed myself after training&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shermaine&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emma&lt;/span&gt; after school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; studied chem- nearly got 9 demerit points but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;clifton&lt;/span&gt; saved me but my parents found out though.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shermy&lt;/span&gt; waited for me to end my never ending training so i left before it finished,  felt real bad that she went to get water and stuff for me after she had to wait for quite a while then taught &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sherm&lt;/span&gt; chem she gave me a small cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mgs&lt;/span&gt; water bottle. Went home and got scolded by my mum again- she said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dubai&lt;/span&gt; with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Thurs- Extremely upset- went to talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;clifton&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sherms&lt;/span&gt; friend gave me a weird look still cant forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fri&lt;/span&gt;- went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;museum&lt;/span&gt;. saw this really cool picture. it was 3 photos of 3 generations of the same family's children at that era sitting at the same spot in the house in the 1930s, 1970s and 2004. it was so amazing that all the kids look so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; like their parents when they were the same age. got kicked out of ndp too.&lt;br /&gt;Today- met lex at vjc - wore  the acjc collegiate shirt and got a few weird stares. came home and had a another fight with my mum but she gave me a second chance i got till promos to prove myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i've been given several chances over the course of my life, most of which i've thrown away. i'm always making it through by the skin of my teeth but i think this is probably the last chance i'd probably ever receive. I just pray to god that my mum remains true to her word and if she is true i thank god for this one more chance and this time i promise although my promises may mean nothing by now that i'll go for it. I'll give it my all cause i want my dreams to come true and it sure as hell doesnt involve going to some dumbass pricky private school in dubai. for all the ppl who have been there for me the past week, giving me encouragement and pushing me on. i thank you guys so much. For now all i can do is trudge on. My pefect wonder.. sigh.. my perfect wonder i never needed you or wanted you so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-211088533408524113?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/211088533408524113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=211088533408524113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/211088533408524113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/211088533408524113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-perfect-wonder.html' title='my perfect wonder'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-3020317908700389166</id><published>2007-07-22T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T07:57:51.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>today sucked real bad- i just cant wait till i'm 21 and am out of the house. i cant stand my parents for nuts.i just hate being their son. cant stand it anymore. i think i need to think of happier things. finished reading harry potter. it was okay but i think some of my friends are getting potter feaver. here is a convo i had on msn.&lt;br /&gt;you probably dont want to know the earlier part of the convo. ppl could get offended so here is a part that shouldnt offend anyone. well have no time to cont. blogging cause the biatch will pull the internet plug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; finally finished the book says:&lt;br /&gt;we are purebloods&lt;br /&gt; finally finished the book says:&lt;br /&gt;12 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;navis&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;yes exactly&lt;br /&gt;finally finished the book says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHH&lt;br /&gt; finally finished the book says:&lt;br /&gt;time for me to become minister for magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;navis&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah tt be nice&lt;br /&gt; finally finished the book says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt; finally finished the book says:&lt;br /&gt;you can be umbridge&lt;br /&gt; finally finished the book says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;navis&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll be incharge of filtering out the undesirables&lt;br /&gt; finally finished the book says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;navis&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;tts good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-3020317908700389166?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3020317908700389166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=3020317908700389166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3020317908700389166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3020317908700389166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/07/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-3504676149886020714</id><published>2007-07-20T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:02:18.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the past week..blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>finally found time to blog after so long. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so tired cause of school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really fatigued.  during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt; harmony week i realised something really strange. Singaporeans tend to confuse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tamil&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hindi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;banghra&lt;/span&gt; music. this is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt; cause when my school played some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tamil&lt;/span&gt; music some jackasses in my class were like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;naveen&lt;/span&gt; your language. well firstly i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; anyone ever in my family who can speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tamil&lt;/span&gt; let alone understand it. The only non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; music i listen too is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt;(mum) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hindhi&lt;/span&gt; but more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;punjabi&lt;/span&gt; music and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; music so yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tamil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; included. however one thing Singaporeans should get into their head is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tamil&lt;/span&gt; is like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dialect&lt;/span&gt; it is not the national language of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;india&lt;/span&gt;. its like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dialect&lt;/span&gt; used in canton province and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Mandarin&lt;/span&gt; in the national language its just the same with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hindhi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;tamil&lt;/span&gt; so dudes next time u see an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; be quick to assume that he understands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;tamil&lt;/span&gt; or in my case &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; be quick to assume that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; any language at all accept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; so yeah.  this week i guess was okay here are the hi-lights,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;- training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;tues&lt;/span&gt;- cant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;rmbr&lt;/span&gt; what happened&lt;br /&gt;weds-training then met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;shermaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt;- was a screwed up day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;fri&lt;/span&gt;- okay- went for barker invest- miss the good old days- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;shermaine&lt;/span&gt;- treasurer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;kd&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;prez&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;mrc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;- have to go for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;ndp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/span&gt;- i cant even skip even when my leg is injured so its looks like i have to buy a brace before going to take pressure of my knee- stupid china guy who cant play hockey for nuts. next time when someone gets past u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; swing your bloody stick like a joke- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; do u wonders honest. before i go i got one thing that has bugging me- Can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Singapore's&lt;/span&gt; society handle mavericks bohemians and social activists. when i come up with a fairly good reason that it can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-3504676149886020714?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3504676149886020714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=3504676149886020714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3504676149886020714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3504676149886020714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/07/past-weekblah-blah-blah.html' title='the past week..blah blah blah'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-8100275258691802923</id><published>2007-07-10T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T07:55:07.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long pants</title><content type='html'>Got back all my exam papers. did really terrible and i mean really bad.. only passed 3 got one S and the rest are ungraded. screwed huh. anyways yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just forget that and focus on my promos. I was reading the forum in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; times on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; and this woman &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mdm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;agnes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt; yin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chai&lt;/span&gt; wrote into to suggest that secondary school boys should wear shorts instead of long pants in sec 3 and sec 4 just like the students in catholic high. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mdm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;angnes&lt;/span&gt; yeah i agree it does get warm when we wear our long pants but wearing the longs pants is a symbol of us maturing and the added the weight of the pants is like somewhat like our added responsibility-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; y boys wear shorts and men wear dress pants. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; also sure that if u ask the lads at cat high or river valley or any school that forces their students to wear shorts at sec 3 and sec 4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;u'll&lt;/span&gt; find that an overwhelming majority would rather wear pants. Unless of course u would rather us looking like boys an behaving like them instead of acting our age. what a stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt; by a probably stupid woman. sigh. anyways god gimme strength for the rest of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-8100275258691802923?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8100275258691802923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=8100275258691802923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/8100275258691802923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/8100275258691802923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-pants.html' title='long pants'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-3610884672257462167</id><published>2007-07-07T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T08:08:51.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>07-07-07</title><content type='html'>07-07-07. what a nice day right. So today i decided that i would do something fun and benefitial to myself. First i went to zara to buy the shirts i wanted to buy. I found that rather stupid cause my godma's from spain it obviously be cheaper there. Aye but nevermind. Then i went to video ez and rented Fog and guess what it was showing on HBO when i got home. I was like wth. I still feel slightly like crap. the bloody ps3 my dad bought for me is still lying there unopened. i told my mum to sell it cause it'll only cause problems with me and my mum. I feeling like pushing for a vote of no confidence of my leadership cause i feel incapicitated in my abilities to perform my duties. I just feel like stepping down. My mum is really becoming f**king pissy. Before that biatch pulls  the internet plug i'd better go.  so much for feeling better argh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-3610884672257462167?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3610884672257462167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=3610884672257462167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3610884672257462167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3610884672257462167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/07/07-07-07.html' title='07-07-07'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-6345991650090257640</id><published>2007-07-02T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T06:54:51.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEE</title><content type='html'>WHEEEEE- i think i'm begining to recover from my injuries. i havent felt so fit in such along time. I can now run without feeling pain in my legs. but my right shin still hurts when there is impact on it. Now i need to get back to match fitness- bring on the endurance and stamina trainings and soon i'll be as fast as i used to be. Sigh life is so boring there doesnt seem to be anything to do. for tennis u need a partner and everyone i noe who plays tennis is busy. soccer-well after 3 terrible sessions involving scoring an own goal, injuring someone and shooting the ball at chris's girlfriend, i'll forget soccer for the moment. My ps2 is spoilt and i have no cash to fix it and i'm sick and tired of the theatre. DAMN! argh.  I realised that i've begun not to trust people. now when people say maybe or dont noe or sometimes for some people even yes i take it as a no. i dont y i suddenly subconciously do that. well it could be only be for the better. Bloody physics prac tmr on a holiday. hate the physics department. Wheeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-6345991650090257640?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6345991650090257640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=6345991650090257640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/6345991650090257640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/6345991650090257640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/07/whee.html' title='WHEE'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-7830134982482838141</id><published>2007-06-30T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T07:45:50.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exams are over</title><content type='html'>Exams are finally over. i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; screwed. Every paper seemed hard and it looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; on track to a perfect fail rate which would not be good. Things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; seem to be going right. My parents are being rather f**&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ked&lt;/span&gt; and i seem to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; tired. I think it would because of the constant outings during the hols. At this point in time i feel like killing a hell lot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Either ways&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too tired to cont. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LEX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; my fault i swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-7830134982482838141?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7830134982482838141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=7830134982482838141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7830134982482838141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7830134982482838141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/06/exams-are-over.html' title='exams are over'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-4998773474836955364</id><published>2007-06-18T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:31.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;today sucked. i'm so upset and demoralised. no mood to really blig. but here are the photos from the class bbq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnaeC5A2lZI/AAAAAAAAADc/kfu2rBEf8Bw/s1600-h/P6140089+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077419402408138130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnaeC5A2lZI/AAAAAAAAADc/kfu2rBEf8Bw/s320/P6140089+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnaeDJA2laI/AAAAAAAAADk/FRnk-XWWLzo/s1600-h/P6140090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077419406703105442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnaeDJA2laI/AAAAAAAAADk/FRnk-XWWLzo/s320/P6140090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnaeDJA2lbI/AAAAAAAAADs/-D6xgZ5samg/s1600-h/P6140092+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077419406703105458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnaeDJA2lbI/AAAAAAAAADs/-D6xgZ5samg/s320/P6140092+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnaeDJA2lcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DBT_rOOth3s/s1600-h/P6140093+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077419406703105474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnaeDJA2lcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DBT_rOOth3s/s320/P6140093+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnadKpA2lUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UH0U3K9ru-U/s1600-h/P6140047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077418436040496450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnadKpA2lUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UH0U3K9ru-U/s320/P6140047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnadKpA2lVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NIh16wYL-iM/s1600-h/P6140049+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077418436040496466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnadKpA2lVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NIh16wYL-iM/s320/P6140049+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnadK5A2lWI/AAAAAAAAADE/jFq4j-3qZqo/s1600-h/P6140078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077418440335463778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnadK5A2lWI/AAAAAAAAADE/jFq4j-3qZqo/s320/P6140078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnadK5A2lXI/AAAAAAAAADM/-uFFmK3qSJ4/s1600-h/P6140081+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077418440335463794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnadK5A2lXI/AAAAAAAAADM/-uFFmK3qSJ4/s320/P6140081+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnadK5A2lYI/AAAAAAAAADU/VHDo6iWbOzc/s1600-h/P6140082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077418440335463810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnadK5A2lYI/AAAAAAAAADU/VHDo6iWbOzc/s320/P6140082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/2159433424377297039-4998773474836955364?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4998773474836955364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=4998773474836955364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/4998773474836955364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/4998773474836955364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/06/photos.html' title='photos'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RnaeC5A2lZI/AAAAAAAAADc/kfu2rBEf8Bw/s72-c/P6140089+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-5888743722075736015</id><published>2007-06-11T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T08:46:04.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question?</title><content type='html'>money money money-i need money. Sigh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; burned 335.90 so far this holidays. Where does the money go, that i have no idea really but i think overall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sorta having fun. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; i went to watch the CO perform sometime back but i forgot when- wait &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sherm&lt;/span&gt;- okay it was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;. it was really good accept i felt they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; do justice to colours of the wind and for an encore they played the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;profittable&lt;/span&gt; plots song and now i cant get it out of my head. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;. Today i went to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kd&lt;/span&gt; at national library to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pw&lt;/span&gt;. Half our books are in the restricted section. i guess we have to go back again another day early in the morning to properly go through them. after that we met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;shuan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bryan&lt;/span&gt; to watch oceans 13 which was a really good movie as in it was really good. some really stupid things happened while walking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt; suddenly stopped in the middle of a crossing and went "Question is that a car- should we cross?"I was like NO SHIT do u want to get knocked down and secondly no one goes question before asking a question but then again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; guilty of doing stupid things many times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;aswell&lt;/span&gt;. I know i did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of other stuff so far during this hols like i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;rmbr&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sakae&lt;/span&gt; sushi thing and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;cheryls&lt;/span&gt; house a couple of times and watched some scary movie and went for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; and loitered around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;clementi&lt;/span&gt; after hockey and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; i did a hell lot of other stuff but really cant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;rmbr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Shermaine&lt;/span&gt; says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; more emotional then her in the sense &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; cry more easier then her at a sad movie but i feel she is more likely to that then i would.Okay so i think puppies and kittens are cute but that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; make me more likely to cry at a movie right. well anyways 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;sentosa&lt;/span&gt; outings to look forward too- i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; only go for one and forget the other 2- i so need to study. sigh.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;tra&lt;/span&gt; la la.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; finally bought my glove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-5888743722075736015?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5888743722075736015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=5888743722075736015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/5888743722075736015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/5888743722075736015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/06/question.html' title='Question?'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-816213512947892610</id><published>2007-06-07T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T08:09:23.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today-fun- blur- tired</title><content type='html'>today was fun.. i did 2 chapters of chem. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shermy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shuan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bryan&lt;/span&gt; came to my house also.. it was fun. pardon my limited vocab.  right now my brain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; functioning at even one tenth its normal operating capacity. sigh i cant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rmbr&lt;/span&gt; what we did at my house. oh yeah now i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rmbr&lt;/span&gt;. we  like walked all around the city. went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;swensens&lt;/span&gt;, then came to my house. Then we played bridge( yes i know how to play now) and studied(it was successful) and then watched spongebob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;squarepants&lt;/span&gt; and played more bridge. now i need to sleep cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; must go play hockey at dawn. yeah okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-816213512947892610?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/816213512947892610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=816213512947892610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/816213512947892610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/816213512947892610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-fun-blur-tired.html' title='today-fun- blur- tired'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-8243364573640942995</id><published>2007-06-04T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:44:37.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the phoenix</title><content type='html'>sigh i was feeling miserable yesterday cause of the flu and the thought of living all alone in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt; as my parents move to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UAE&lt;/span&gt;. Well i was quite disheartening to hear that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; would be left with me after all he is a liability. Then there was this stupid but foolish fear that some how i wouldnt make the starting 11 next year.  I've like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; been good in whatever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; done be it debates or whatever. Even in club tennis we went far in doubles. Its like i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;noe&lt;/span&gt; if suddenly i cant be the best anymore. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; forgotten it and put it out of my mind. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; screwed up bad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; guessing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the end of his stint with me. Today i feel like the song of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; is playing within me. the song of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; is that beautiful tone that plays when all hope seems lost.. the tune that gives strength for one more battle. Its like its pushing me on. Giving me assurance that nothing will go wrong. Something has reached into the depths of me to help me to keep on going. I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;unusually&lt;/span&gt; happy today or it could just be the brandy mixed with the honey for my cough but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go with the song of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-8243364573640942995?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8243364573640942995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=8243364573640942995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/8243364573640942995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/8243364573640942995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/06/song-of-phoenix.html' title='song of the phoenix'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-7670324315204799978</id><published>2007-06-01T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T06:13:21.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>acjc it is</title><content type='html'>The journey is complete. I will remain at acjc. My dad suprisingly isnt pissed at me considering i changed my mind at ACS(I). He, (i think), believes i made the right decision. Either way i'm really happy. Although i think that i would have never stayed if not for certain people. i really need to thank cheryl, jie hui. shaun,kang de, shermaine, adarsh,marc(for swearing at me) for helping choose the right school. too tired to blog abt anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart,my hopes,my aims are ACJC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-7670324315204799978?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7670324315204799978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=7670324315204799978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7670324315204799978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7670324315204799978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/06/acjc-it-is.html' title='acjc it is'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-8378169955956065909</id><published>2007-05-28T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T07:38:31.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>acs(i) or acjc</title><content type='html'>On Saturday night my dad opened his mail. In there he found my acceptance letter to ACS(I). I was stunned, happy and some what upset. I really didnt think that i would make it to ACS(I). This considering that i thought i screwed up my interview. I really dont know what i should do. I applied to ACS(I) half-heartedly thinking that i wouldnt get in. But in some sick twisted way i got accepted. Both my heart and my brain tell me to go ACS(I) and at the same time both my heart and my brain tell me to stay at ACJC. When i weigh my options to go to acs(i), my heart says thats where my friends are and i'll have a lot of fun but my brain says i already started on PW and i have alot to catch up on if i go IB and when i weigh my options for staying at acjc my heart says ACJC is the place i love and my brain says it will be easier for me with the IB curriculum. I really cant make up my mine. Most of my secondary school friends want me to stay in acjc but none of them convincingly so but some say acs(i) is actually better and since i have the opportunity its best to just take it.  I think i'll list my pathetic reasons for staying and leaving and see which is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying&lt;br /&gt;-My close friends&lt;br /&gt;-My commitments&lt;br /&gt;-My dream of finishing an ac education the conventional way&lt;br /&gt;Leaving&lt;br /&gt;- My Class&lt;br /&gt;-More Friends in IB&lt;br /&gt;- No more RV( not that i have anything against them)&lt;br /&gt;- The facilities in IB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that my class isnt bonding at all and that it is becoming increasingly distant is haunting me. I didnt noe how much ones class affects your performance until i got this pathetic class. Class outings never seem to happen. The fact that i had to cancel another class outing while blogging strengthens my case for going to IB even more. My parents are fine with which ever school i go to. My dad clearly prefers acjc cause thats where i'll be taking physics but he says the choice is completely mine. I called IB up, i went for the tests and i went for the interview all without my parents help and for them this is a journey i have to complete myself. I pray that in the next few days GOD sends me something that would clearly influence my decision to go to one of the two schools and hopefully maybe it's my class lighting up. Cause it is really at a point where nothing more can be done. Even the 6 of us who try and hold it up have broken apart. I think maybe its time to let go. Maybe its time to say goodbye to dreams and say goodbye to acjc and hello to a new begining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-8378169955956065909?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8378169955956065909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=8378169955956065909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/8378169955956065909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/8378169955956065909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/05/acsi-or-acjc.html' title='acs(i) or acjc'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-1101670875891764754</id><published>2007-05-26T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T07:18:43.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-u sem</title><content type='html'>Finally back from pre-u sem. i'm so happy to be back home. back home to a room that doesnt smell like someone has died in it. Pre-u sem was really boring. I didnt feel like i bonded with my seminar group at all. I didnt take part in any cheers with my seminar group. i only bonded with few individuals not the group as a whole. Well i'm just glad to be home. Perhaps maybe i'll miss the late night truth or dare sessions, the card games or maybe i'll just miss the people who participated in these activities. I think the thing that i'll miss most is the late ACS cheering sessions with ACS(I). I really connected with my acs(i) counterparts, maybe considering that many of them were my primary school friends. I spent more tme with them then with acjc or my group. The most fun i had was probably when kenneth from ACIB and I went to take photos with every other school. We interfered in the group photos off almost every school including our 'friends' from raffles. It was suprising that they didnt mind us in their group photo. Imagine their year-end magazine with 2 acsians in their group photo and that goes for every school we took photos with. We took millions of random photos including kid-napping a girl from raffles to take a photo with. When i get the photos we took i'll post them up. Formula 1 qualifying just finished a mclaren one-two on the starting grid. it was very satisfying to watch kimi crash out. Really happy to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A conversation i had a pre-u sem:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raffles girl: The best is yet to be huh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raffles girl: The best are here. The best of the english speaking elites. Who needs Hwa Chong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: You could say that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raffles girl: Well even the eilites have eilites among them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raffles girl: Well then the best isnt to be. The best is here. The best is Raffles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me. Well in that case you can keep on hoping because that age will never come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;note: The best is yet to be (ACS motto) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Auspicium Melioris Aevi( hope for a better age)( Raffles motto)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-1101670875891764754?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1101670875891764754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=1101670875891764754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/1101670875891764754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/1101670875891764754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/05/pre-u-sem.html' title='pre-u sem'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-5515240778523143655</id><published>2007-05-20T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T08:24:41.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pink</title><content type='html'>blur blur blur. thats what i am.. i'm becoming increasingly slow. BUT its okay!!.. i went to watch chelsea vs manu yesterday in a pub where everyone execpt 8 ppl were dressed in red.. so u can imagaine i was like the only one screaming when chelsea scored. the manager of the club told me to quiten down.. i was like sure.. the damn bill at the pub was like 326.90.. i was like wtf.. we just had a few drinks and some nachos but its okay because CHELSEA WON. today sucked. i went to the gym and saw pink.. she was amazingly hot. i mean she was amazing. i forgot her name so i'll just call her pink.. she was awesome.. it was impossible to gym with her around. nice hot pink. sigh. tmr got pre-u sem. let one week or boredoom begin. the only up side is that i miss school. so yeah.. i'm slightly happy. just slightly. tra la la la .. chelsea won.. tra la la.. did i mention chelsea won..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-5515240778523143655?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5515240778523143655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=5515240778523143655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/5515240778523143655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/5515240778523143655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/05/pink.html' title='pink'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-5895009795480588886</id><published>2007-05-18T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T07:32:31.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>went out today. what a way to end the term it was fun. Soon pre-u sem will start and my life will go all messy. I guess i'm starting to drift away from my class again. i realise maybe i dont belong in Acjc. It isnt the place my seniors made it out to be. I miss my friends. i miss fun. I constantly feel like i dont belong. the constant question of what am i doing here. Cant wait for the hols cant wait to rest my knees and my legs. Hockey training and organising them with nick will be troublesome. Its only a year and a half more till i graduate. I begin the countdown. Next year we'll try and win nationals. with mental training i think our team will be able to do it. I am so fatigued. i need a break. maybe if my parents go to europe i'll have a party at my house. haha.. that'll be fun. i hope i fullill my parents hopes and expectations in the future. Dont want to let them down.I will start soon. Give me 2 weeks recovery and i'll prove all the clowns that ac boys can mount a challenge to the rv muggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-5895009795480588886?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5895009795480588886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=5895009795480588886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/5895009795480588886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/5895009795480588886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-7760745149776122822</id><published>2007-05-17T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T06:52:04.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>today was fun!!!... i have a new name - Dino. i dont noe how it came about but apparently when i compete my eyes are bloodshot and then i dunno who said i am like some lean mean machine ( honestly i doubt that) and then adarsh was like yeah la like dino and then the name stuck. Physics was awesome- i had to stand up cause i didnt my homework and then again when do i ever do homework right. but i think she is softening towards me. She didnt send me dc for once. yay!! then i went to sleep in the void deck during break ( no i didnt pon lesson. ppl shld stop asking me that we u guys see me- i dont pon everything). Had an awesome dream it was wicked sick but then shaun woke me up-argh. Went for some pre-u sem thing. it was so suck up to the government and their policies but honestly the masses and the status quo are set against one or 2 of the policies especially regarding foreign talent. Then again the lack of an opposition does not give us much of an option to do anything and then again the PAP is still and will still be the most effective party. Today was good its just that i'm involved in three different scandals so that makes school all the more "fun". Argh  i cant fit into my cream pants i need to go do something abt it. one more day.. tra la la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-7760745149776122822?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7760745149776122822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=7760745149776122822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7760745149776122822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7760745149776122822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/05/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-4209604291642131585</id><published>2007-05-14T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T05:17:39.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi-lights</title><content type='html'>sorry wasnt able to blog for a week was really tired and bogged down. here are the hi-lights of the week.&lt;br /&gt;monday- cant remember what happened&lt;br /&gt;tuesday- still cant remember what happened&lt;br /&gt;wednesday- went to watch bishan jc vs acjc in rugby- we lost 7-3. i was the only one swearing at the rafflesians.&lt;br /&gt;thursday- cant remember what happened( really seem to be suffering memory loss)&lt;br /&gt;friday- had physics test- i did only the mcq-  played soccer -then went to for rock ac- i realised that i'm a horrible singer when i was singing along so no more singing from me&lt;br /&gt;saturday-woke up at 5.30 to go to NTU for stupid pre-u sem-i completely dominated proceedings&lt;br /&gt;sunday- cant rmbr and it was like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;today- umm did math test( no comments) and then went home but took the wrong bus and overslept and woke up in hougang so ended up cabbing back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-4209604291642131585?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4209604291642131585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=4209604291642131585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/4209604291642131585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/4209604291642131585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/05/hi-lights.html' title='hi-lights'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-6492563782451731354</id><published>2007-05-02T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T05:59:32.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i will be happier</title><content type='html'>today i did chem spa and chem test and screwed both up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chelsea&lt;/span&gt; lost. My bad luck continues. I have the damn flu in full force. i want to go to school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; but suddenly i have fever now. this really sucks. I am going to support &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;milan&lt;/span&gt; for the rest of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UCL&lt;/span&gt; but considering my luck i ought to support &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Manu&lt;/span&gt;. It seems really hard to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; to watch a movie. I'm really sorry dudes i cant go on sat cause i got class outing. the class outing better be good cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; giving up watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;spiderman&lt;/span&gt; for it and that leaves me with the predicament of not being able to find anyone to go with cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; busy. I had to turn down 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;grps&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; for sat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;. sigh. the outing better be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;smthing&lt;/span&gt; good. Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lex&lt;/span&gt; and sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;abraham&lt;/span&gt;. I really feel bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt; u guys down but a worse choice would be choosing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;btwn&lt;/span&gt; u guys. anyways maybe the match of AC against Saints. I will be HAPPIER. thats what i'm going to be a HAPPIER person.. tra la la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-6492563782451731354?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6492563782451731354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=6492563782451731354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/6492563782451731354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/6492563782451731354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-will-be-happier.html' title='i will be happier'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05821965113961818901'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>