<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039</id><updated>2011-11-14T19:36:19.898-08:00</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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-3324057478806639396</id><published>2007-04-29T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T07:42:21.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>Okay.. i so need to sleep right now. I got a splitting headache and a terrible cough.. Bad enough being injured now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sick. I'm so screwed i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; finished my chem graded assignment. Any sensible mind would have done it during the free time during the weekend. But dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;naveen&lt;/span&gt; was busy playing daddy's son. Meeting doctors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MBBS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PHDs&lt;/span&gt; alike. I hope all these meetings will help me in the future cause i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to be in a situation where someone introduces himself as Dr. blah blah and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go so whats the big deal. All these meetings should help when i grow up. Maybe as clients. Heck anyone could use some well-off clients but first i need to finish my damn work to get the grades to get the job so i can get these people as my clients. A double edged sword i guess. I'll have to do it during free time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;. sigh. okay getting dizzy need to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-3324057478806639396?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3324057478806639396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=3324057478806639396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3324057478806639396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3324057478806639396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-3045975095619264835</id><published>2007-04-27T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:01:06.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>Planned on blogging last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; but eventually fell  asleep. Had to go for some effective communication workshop for class reps today in school but overslept and woke up at 12. It was a good sleep. I sprained my wrist yesterday. It adds to my long list of injuries. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; make it into the team for the inter-faculty current affairs competition. The 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; who did make the team for science &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conincidentally&lt;/span&gt; all went for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; selection test which was apparently easier. Eileen made it into the team for arts but then again i cant complain. I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just not good enough.  yeah its finally the weekend. I doubt i can finish my mountainous pile of homework cause i have to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kd&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cheryl&lt;/span&gt; to finish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GPP&lt;/span&gt; and then watch phantom of the opera later on tonight. well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; try and finish it all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;. There is always an all-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nighter&lt;/span&gt; after all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tues&lt;/span&gt; is a holiday. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;softie&lt;/span&gt;. I'll blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; that later when i have more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-3045975095619264835?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3045975095619264835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=3045975095619264835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3045975095619264835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3045975095619264835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-435379784888586685</id><published>2007-04-26T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T07:53:45.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i ran in the 1.5km race. I came in last.. But that was the least of my concerns. I wasnt supposed to be running in the first place but i still ran. I finished 1 min off my PB and i completely destroyed my leg. I had a bone scan this morning my anterior cruciate ligament received significant damage from taking stress off my shin. My right shin also took damage from taking stress of my left shin. So that makes both my legs useless. My no running ban still stands at 6 weeks. The only piece of good news i had was that i can resume light physical training next week. i spent the whole day sleeping today. Chelsea won last night. I was really upset that they didnt kill they game. The really dominated but they should have gone for monster kill and ended it once and for all. Back to school tmr. Sigh. just a day off the weekend yea.. tra la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our greatest glory consist not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Oliver Goldsmith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-435379784888586685?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/435379784888586685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=435379784888586685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/435379784888586685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/435379784888586685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-5350959626456662164</id><published>2007-04-24T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T05:32:09.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>Today was okay. I was mega high in school and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;duhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!... i feel like shit right now. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; a clue why. Today i decided to compare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;various&lt;/span&gt; schools and see which of the schools has the best looking girls and i came to the conclusion that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CJC&lt;/span&gt; has the best looking girls followed by SAINTS then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;VJC&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ACJC&lt;/span&gt; has the nicest girls and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;VJC&lt;/span&gt; has the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bitchest&lt;/span&gt; girls. NOTE: this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; an accurate study. So much for studies huh. I also got 7 marks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;minused&lt;/span&gt; off my math test due to UTTER carelessness. I so need to fix this problem. I'm throwing away grades from As to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ds&lt;/span&gt;. For GP i had 2 marks deducted for late work but i still topped the class. i guess that is the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;subject&lt;/span&gt; i can content being top in. But to be honest my grade for that subject in SA1 SC1 and classes with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; speaking people is just average or above average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt; onwards my mood took a downward spiral. I became from extremely high to extremely low. I went for the Inter-faculty current affairs thing. The only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; i knew from Science there was john and nick. The whole of SB stream had only 9 participants and the whole of sciences had only 20 participants compared to 41 for the arts and there are like only 15 arts classes to 30 science classes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; what i consider imbalanced but i should advance to the next round. I need to have fun.  Go out enjoy the breeze and be with the people i enjoy being with. I hope i can do that on labour day. unless everyone has to bloody study. i need to start putting in effort. all my friends are owning me in tests. God give me strength to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed this from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Shermaine's&lt;/span&gt; Blog. This so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;describes&lt;/span&gt; what i feel like right now- sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tired of trying, making an effort, not getting a response, I give up, I'm utterly exhausted&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; fading into the shadows walking like a stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-5350959626456662164?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5350959626456662164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=5350959626456662164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/5350959626456662164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/5350959626456662164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-7622603082205037807</id><published>2007-04-23T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T04:32:01.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi-lights of the past week</title><content type='html'>So sorry for not blogging in a long time.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; busy.. anyways here are the hi-lights of the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-Ran 3000m steeple chase... i ran injured causing myself to worsen my injury but i came in third with a time of 12.30 one minute and 30 seconds off my normal time.. put too much pressure on my leg causing injury to worsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;- dunno cant remember- all i can remember is my leg killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Inter school&lt;/span&gt; cross country- guys 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; girls 2nd.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; walk by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thrusday&lt;/span&gt;- went doctor- fractured shin due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;inflammed&lt;/span&gt; muscle pushing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;againist&lt;/span&gt; bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Firday&lt;/span&gt;- Went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SGH&lt;/span&gt; for physio- cant run for 6 weeks&lt;br /&gt;then went to pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;andrea&lt;/span&gt; money and then went out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;adarsh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bryan&lt;/span&gt;... ate at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt; jade then went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt; to play arcade then went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;queensway&lt;/span&gt; to buy shoes... after all that i went for kids-read.. it was mega fun.. Barker lost the finals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Had the cross thing- played touch rugby with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;eileen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;zoe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;natasha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ryan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;cheong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;shawn&lt;/span&gt; lee and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;acs&lt;/span&gt;(i) guys for 2 hours.. killed my legs even further. Then went for dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;shangri&lt;/span&gt;-la.. same old food.. was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;smsing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;eileen&lt;/span&gt; throughout the entire dinner... hearing my mum convince me that physics is good through out the entire dinner was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;-finally exchanged songs with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;eileen&lt;/span&gt;- had night terrors for 5 days in a row- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;chelsea&lt;/span&gt; drew- new week more hell-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today- got selected for inter- faculty current affairs quiz- arts is so going to pawn.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to get embarrassed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;tra&lt;/span&gt; la la la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-7622603082205037807?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7622603082205037807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=7622603082205037807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7622603082205037807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7622603082205037807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-lights-of-past-week.html' title='hi-lights of the past week'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-7247461249329941217</id><published>2007-04-16T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T07:12:32.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane</title><content type='html'>Today was sick.. First had PE right in the morning and we had to do 2.4 run. Did it in 9.51 min. Thats like about 50s off my average time. Then i had to rush Physics and then had math test and then had GP test. Both are passable. Then just as i was preparing to go for cross Eileen calls me and asks me if her event was on today. So i went to the board and to my horror i had an event also. So anyway i decided to run and by some mega tyco or maybe it was by gods will i came in third. It was also much to the expense of my shins. i could have challenged for the top 2 but the pain was insane. Anyway then came home and now going to sleep for another day of hell tmr. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-7247461249329941217?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7247461249329941217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=7247461249329941217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7247461249329941217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7247461249329941217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/insane.html' title='Insane'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-4266360105693412046</id><published>2007-04-12T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:31.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally found time to actually blog. School has been eating me up. This week till today has been quite stressfull. I have piles of homework building and the to-do list seems to be ever growing. I saw Shermaine for the first time this entire week. Well it seems to be the same with all my friends. I dont even see them anymore. I'm settling nicely in my new class. They are a really good bunch but sometimes they just tend to deviate to chinese which i've kinda gotten used too. Today my class got extremely high about some empty cans. I dont noe why cause they were speaking chinese and Sherm also wondered what they were getting high about but then again its like all in a days work. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know whether i should quit hockey and join cross forever. The people in cross seem so much nicer than the people in hockey. Sherm said i should stay in hockey but then eileen says join cross. Ryan says to join cross but then again Shaun wants me to stay in Hockey. So i'm in a bit of a dillema. Havent a clue what to do. I think i'm gonna weigh out the pros and cons of both ccas and then make my decision. I also got back my physics test. i got 5 out of 26. Brilliantly done huh. Well considering i didnt even noe there was a test on that day and also considering that i did better than some of my friends who actually did study for the test so i guess i cant complain. I did my chem test. It was okay. I should pass but i'm really pissed with myself cause i knew how to do the last question but didnt have time. Threw 5 marks away. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also learnt today that i'm prone to zoning out when i'm extremly tired. That can be potentially dangerous in the future or when playing a match or running. YEAH chelsea is the first ever english team to win at the mestalla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052489690356400802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/Rh4MmqkEQqI/AAAAAAAAACA/9gSTE2kMXak/s320/Image101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My class rep badge(it looks like crap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052488028204057234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/Rh4LF6kEQpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/shdgn6WWyeM/s320/Image104.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My physics test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-4266360105693412046?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4266360105693412046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=4266360105693412046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/4266360105693412046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/4266360105693412046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/Rh4MmqkEQqI/AAAAAAAAACA/9gSTE2kMXak/s72-c/Image101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-7921712796392530371</id><published>2007-04-10T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T09:29:53.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>This is the latest i've ever been up on a school night. sigh. i'm getting increasingly stressed. I finished econs and now am doing chem. This is so unlike me. The old naveen would have probably gone to sleep. Well its not like studying at this hour is doing me any good aswell. I can barely keep my eyes open. So much for absorbing anything. My insane shopping spree in Malaysia has left me severely short on money and i cant keep my mind off other stuff aswell. I'm so screwed. Chelsea is playing later tonight. I wonder if i can keep awake to watch them play. They should win. Which ever way it goes i'm just happy manu lost and that there was a mclaren 1st and 2nd at sepang. It was probably the best race i watched in sepang after 4 yrs of going there to watch either ferrari or renault win. Either way i'll try and go back to chem. Chris and amanda i'm really sorry u guys have no doubles partner anymore. I cant take the insane training of tennis, cross country, hockey and DEP ( debate elective not the drama one) at the same time. So DEP has ended and i had to stop tennis to have time for at least hockey and cross country. i'm really sorry.. i just couldnt take it. Shes almost always on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-7921712796392530371?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7921712796392530371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=7921712796392530371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7921712796392530371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7921712796392530371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-87164551581165844</id><published>2007-04-09T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T07:57:26.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dead</title><content type='html'>okay mega tired now. i have a splitting headache and i havent finished my econs. sigh. i have stuff to blog about but i am extremely dizzy at the moment. there is no way in hell i can keep awake or blog. i think i'll blog tmr... if i can that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-87164551581165844?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/87164551581165844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=87164551581165844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/87164551581165844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/87164551581165844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/04/dead.html' title='dead'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-2779478758357642171</id><published>2007-03-31T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T08:07:51.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>sigh..&lt;br /&gt;i embarrassed myself and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cca&lt;/span&gt; today.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aiyoh&lt;/span&gt;.. Went for cross-country after hockey training.. So i was like already damn tired but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; besides the point. I was running behind Ryan and i was going strong as in i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; tired..  I was just doing my stuff when my trailing leg catches something sticking out of the ground. I took a hard fall and strained my ankle and from then on i had to limp back eventually finishing last. I was PATHETIC. i felt like shit cause i was not only representing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; but hockey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aswell&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah i feel like shit. Chelsea is playing later. Hopefully they can give me some solace.. however in the mean time i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;needa&lt;/span&gt; think of a way to tell the girl i like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; fallen for her.. tiring stuff..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-2779478758357642171?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2779478758357642171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=2779478758357642171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/2779478758357642171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/2779478758357642171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-7367364077688811971</id><published>2007-03-26T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T06:50:56.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm... uh huh.. ahh.. umm.. DAMN&gt;&gt;!!</title><content type='html'>Well today was like the first official day of school with my new class. I cant say it was a disaster but it was rather boring. My class really tends to deviate to Chinese whenever possible and well they got a telling off from our GP teacher. There arent any of my friends in any of my lecture groups. Not shermaine not eileen not adarsh not johnathan and not even hari or raymond. The only person i regconised the whole day today besides people from my class was a girl whom i think is Shermaine's friend and then again i might have seen wrongly. Well i guess i just have to live with it. Well hanging around my class the whole day today i noticed some of the queer things they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)The chinese scholars carry this electronic dictionary looking thing and the constantly use the dictionary function to get translations from chinese to english but what amazes me is that this thingy has a chinese keyboard(amazing huh).&lt;br /&gt;2) Most of them brought their river valley year books ( guess what.. its in chinese)&lt;br /&gt;3) They all have an overpowering urge to join MRC or Strategic games.&lt;br /&gt;4) Some of them write notes or their to-do lists in chinese( i swear i saw some of my classmates' hand-phones progammed in chinese aswell)&lt;br /&gt;5)They love physics and chinese but hate gp,chem and math&lt;br /&gt;6)They wanted to have their class outing at room 5.11 so that they can play bridge.&lt;br /&gt;7) They had no idea ACSIAN THEATRE was running west side story( their reason: they dont watch english shows???)&lt;br /&gt;8) everyone in my class took higher chinese for the exception of myself and cheryl&lt;br /&gt;9) The only thing they knew about football is that a person called david beckham exists. ( they think he still plays for MANU and they called chelsea.. (chleseh)..)&lt;br /&gt;10) They really struggle speaking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However they are all still a nice a bunch nonetheless but i still prefer my old class. Something else happened today aswell. This girl- Nicole guessed that i was from barker. I asked what drew her to her conclusion. She said i had the look- very tall and very skinny but altheletically built. I was like uh huh..Anyway Most people do guess my school correctly . They all guess that i am from ACS but when i ask them which ACS most tend to get it wrong saying that i'm from Independent but at least they get the ACS part correct. The hard part people have, is guessing which CCA i'm from. Here are some of the guesses i've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Track and field ( i cant run fast-only long)&lt;br /&gt;2) cross country ( i want to join)&lt;br /&gt;3) Rugby ( WTF.. do i look like i can play rugby)&lt;br /&gt;4) Tennis ( techinally correct but i dont play for school)&lt;br /&gt;5) swimming&lt;br /&gt;6) basket ball ( cant play that game for nuts)&lt;br /&gt;7) soccer ( only like watching)&lt;br /&gt;8) hockey ( i think only 2 guessed it right)&lt;br /&gt;9) Debates ( only 4 people said this- one cause he has seen me receive award before- one seen me debate and they other 2 cause of the way i speak but unfortunatly i've seen the end of my debating days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting huh. I never knew i could fit into the portfolio of so many ccas but the most common guesses are always cross country and tennis. Which are sort of true. Argh i really miss my class.. i'm going to die of boredom sooner or later. i need to go out and really have fun as in with the people i really enjoy being with and not some messy outing. Argh. save me. I think i've fallen for her. DAMN&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-7367364077688811971?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7367364077688811971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=7367364077688811971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7367364077688811971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7367364077688811971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/ummm-uh-huh-ahh-umm-damn.html' title='ummm... uh huh.. ahh.. umm.. DAMN&gt;&gt;!!'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-3121002792375486102</id><published>2007-03-25T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T03:00:43.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian expats- how included are they??</title><content type='html'>YAY.. my mum isn't pissed at me. she is pissed at my sis and my cuz. Well done to them. Today was one of the most random days i've ever had. I decided not to go for the class outing ( i'm not part of SA5 anymore didnt really want to feel like an outsider) but decided to go to lexi's house instead. She was like we havent met up in like 4 months so just come and study la.. I was like okay. When i reached her house. First thing she says to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lexi: who do u think tastes better.. me or audrey&lt;br /&gt;Me: umm.. i dont noe..&lt;br /&gt;Audrey: I taste better&lt;br /&gt;Lexi: u so do not. ( sticks her arm right in front of my face). I taste better.. just try.&lt;br /&gt;Me: i rather not.&lt;br /&gt;lexi: (grabs my arm and bites it). He tastes better than u.&lt;br /&gt;me: wtf. ( wiping of her saliva)&lt;br /&gt;Audrey: let me try&lt;br /&gt;Me: nonono.. Or i'm leaving..&lt;br /&gt;Audery: okay lets do work. Says softly: I taste the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually did manage to do work after that. I managed to finish chem tutorial 4( now only lagging by 3 chapters). I was quite surprised that we actually didnt talk through out the whole thing. Amazing huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I read this article in The Sunday Times today. Indian expats: How separate are they?&lt;br /&gt;Basically the article is about the rift between local indians and expat indians. The writer wrote that these indians cant integrate into Singapore because singaporean indians cant accept them due to the fact that they tend to live more wealthy. They dine at Rang Mahal live in districts 9,10 and 15. Shop at Mumbai se and what not. They say quote " i feel that the community doesn't actually like to interact or mingle with us in spite of my friendly gestures. There's a bit of warmth lacking"- Dr. Suchitr Kataria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i personally found this hilarious. I'm a third generation Singaporean. My grandparents were born here, my parents were born here and i was born here. Its really very rare to find a third generation Singaporean cause most Singaporeans have grandparents who emigrated here.&lt;br /&gt;But thats beside the point.I buy my clothes from BritishIndia. I dine at Rang Mahal or other restaurants like Vaanch or at Hai Tien Lo every fortnight. I live in district 15 and i know and i see many of these Indian expats. Yet most of my friends are chinese or indians who were born here. Now heres the interesting question- Why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why. Its not that we Singaporeans dont welcome u guys here. Its that u guys dont want to make yourselves welcomed here. I can tell you of the countless occasions when someone from india has told me i pronounce a word wrongly.They with their indain accents tell us we say stuff wrongly. No doubt our english may be peppered with singlish - but then again its all part of being singaporean. Then there are the times i hear an indian lady tell her friend that Singaporean Ladies dress indecently by wearing shorts out of the house and they'll heave a sigh of disgust. Now!- Its abt 30 Celsius out there and to be honest i think wearing shorts is far more sensible than wearing a sari with track shoes while walking around. Moreover Some Indian expats ought to learn that they cant always have things their own way .They piss off taxi drivers and even the cashiers at the supermarkets. I mean these people are human too. A smile and a friendly chat will do a world of good. Being stuck in your egoistic self-centered world where the caste system still prevails aint going to help anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm not saying all Indian expats are that way. There exists a small minority of Indian expats who are almost Singaporean that u wouldnt know it until u see their passports. These Indian expats are hard to come by. They are however and rather unfortunately the minority. The first Indians that came to Singapore came as coolies and merchants. These Indians made an effort to integrate into Singapore- they fought for Singapore and they made a home in Singapore along side their Chinese and Malay neighbours. The new expats of today are no different . They are intellectual coolies here to work for the great multi-nationals that set base in Singapore. For those who make an effort to fit in.-We welcome you to our country but for those who think they are tooo good for Singapore. Honestly Please leave .. i mean it. Please do leave. Cause the next time i hear an Indian expat complaining that they could get something or that something is better in India or anywhere else, i'll be happy to direct you right to the airport and right onto the next air-india flight out of our inferior country where you can be intellectual coolies that you guys really are some where else. Now after reading this. Stop whining u guys. Cause if u wanna go caste system on me. I'm a Brahman so i beat u guys there as well. Cheers from a Singaporean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-3121002792375486102?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3121002792375486102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=3121002792375486102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3121002792375486102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3121002792375486102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/indians.html' title='Indian expats- how included are they??'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-4275089538989847560</id><published>2007-03-24T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T09:53:32.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tra la la la</title><content type='html'>Tra la la la. Super bored and super stoned.. Tra la la.. I want to do something but my mum is running a prison camp.. I got her pissed at me today. Well... she kinda likes to screw up everyones weekend. This weekend sucks..no football.. no formula1.. nothing.. They should have a rule against weekends like this. Anyhows i was supposed to meet Eileen at one but i woke up at 12. I was really happy when she said she was tired and decided she wanted to take a nap. So i went to time my run myself and after abt one km i had a cramp. I was really pissed cause i should have warmed up properly. I went home and my mum was like blah blah blah again.. I tend not to listen. The whole day from then on sucked really bad. I mean it was really boring. I watched cartoons and more cartoons and more cartoons till i had a headache. So i decided i'd go play tennis and guess what... my mum suddenly remembered that i had a sprained wrist. For the whole week she didnt give a damn abt my wrist till i wanted to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gives new meaning to the word-bloodsucker doesnt it. MSN doesnt seem to help me either. Everyone seems to be complaining about their new classes or in some cases their schools. I mean how the hell am i supposed to help if you went to NJC or RJC. Not like i can do anything and to all those people complaining about their classes, Anything and i mean ANYTHING is better than a class with nine rv( no disrespect to your school ). 4 han hua 3 cat high and 4 Bukit panjang govt. high school dudes and 4 scholars from china. Its like free chinese lessons everyday. I dont mind the language considering most of my close friends are chinese but i mean could they at least try to converse in english especially when speaking to me.I think sherm was the only one not complaining on msn today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherm was like "you cant abandon me for your rv/nanhua/chispeaking friends ok". I'm like i should be the one saying that. U guys shouldnt abandon me WITH my rv/nanhua/chispeaking friends. Guys honestly please dont. I'll die.. i'm a hedonist remember... i strive on fun and pleasure.  If that is taken away i'll honestly die. Argh.. Sherm suggested i go try neopets to cure my boredoom and u noe what?? Since i'm seriously so bored i'll just go do that...Tra la la la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-4275089538989847560?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4275089538989847560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=4275089538989847560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/4275089538989847560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/4275089538989847560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/tra-la-la-la.html' title='Tra la la la'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-1366367117396528934</id><published>2007-03-23T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T09:00:49.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debates</title><content type='html'>Went back to watch Barker debate today. They did fantastic. They won their 3rd straight debate although Bilias screwed up bad. He sholudnt really be on the team. We were ranked second behind plmgs on going into the quaters which was seriously a pity. It was rather unfortunate that  CHIJ TP lost to SCGS. I was rooting for IJ but scgs were just too good for them. However IJ saint nicks beat NJC. My junior was very upset seeing his former team win and his current team get knocked out of the competition. So much for going to NJC.  MGS topped the A'div ranking and i think they might end up winning it. All the debates and meeting up old friends really make me wish i had joined debates but well i cant do everything i want to. I miss the old days of preping for debates and the trainings and stuff but thats what caused me to divert away from my studies so i guess i should just be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-1366367117396528934?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1366367117396528934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=1366367117396528934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/1366367117396528934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/1366367117396528934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/debates.html' title='Debates'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-8408527882066500482</id><published>2007-03-22T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T07:34:02.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>School school school.. i miss my old class. my new class is full of china scholars or river valley students who speak in Chinese. They tend to forget i'm not Chinese.. So i guess you get the picture... Hockey training was fun.. Ran 6km(too little really) and went to the gym. I never knew there was some maximum weight rule thing when lifting weights. Apparently the max i can lift is 150 pounds so according to this rule i should train with 80% of 150 pounds which is roughly 120 pounds. I had to lift 120 pounds which is almost my weight for 5 stations over 5 sets. So now my shoulder hurts. I cant fit into my class.. ARGH.. There is really nothing to look foward to in school anymore. Whats worst than being in a class where no one speaks in English. I miss SA5. Well have to go sleep to rest for another day of torment tommorrow. If only i wasnt a hedonist. Then maybe i could try to make the most of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-8408527882066500482?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8408527882066500482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=8408527882066500482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/8408527882066500482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/8408527882066500482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-8481737488982957075</id><published>2007-03-18T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T06:26:43.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect</title><content type='html'>Got my com back but only for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;. Today went perfect in every sense of the word. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mclaren&lt;/span&gt; did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;magnificent&lt;/span&gt; in Formula 1. Both drivers on the Podium. Chelsea also won... A smashing good performance from a team missing 4 first team regulars. 3-0 the final score was against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sheffield&lt;/span&gt;. Good Stuff. Played my mixed doubles match today. WE WON!!!.. 6-4 6-7(4-7) 7-5. My wrist is gone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; for sure. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; happy we won. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; school starts again. I'll miss 1SA5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;.. And what a way to start a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; with a winning weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fine farewell to 1SA5 i leave with a phrase from  William &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Makepeace&lt;/span&gt; Thackeray  the novelist of vanity fair. ( my personal favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play is done; the curtain drops,&lt;br /&gt;Slow falling to the prompter's bell&lt;br /&gt;A moment yet the actor stops&lt;br /&gt;And looks around to say farewell.&lt;br /&gt;It is an irksome word and task:&lt;br /&gt;And when he's laughed and said his say,&lt;br /&gt;He shows, as he removes the mask,&lt;br /&gt;A face that's anything but gay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave with a final farewell. We take our bows. We were 1SA5..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-8481737488982957075?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8481737488982957075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=8481737488982957075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/8481737488982957075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/8481737488982957075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/perfect.html' title='perfect'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-8267094651811081505</id><published>2007-03-16T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T07:53:28.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>No damn mood to blog. My mum wants my com and i've only been on it for 10 mins. My wrist is sprained from that hellish training and i ask for a pain killer or some sympathy and i get a lecture on the evils  of the computer. My mum probably thinks its some tool of the devil so i mean what the F**k right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-8267094651811081505?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8267094651811081505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=8267094651811081505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/8267094651811081505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/8267094651811081505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-4957456147228537327</id><published>2007-03-14T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T06:19:32.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"the superiority complex"</title><content type='html'>Today went for class outing. Woke up at 7.45( really early for me) and went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kallang&lt;/span&gt; to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bedok&lt;/span&gt; so that we could take a bus to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt;. Went to have breakfast and then went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone cycled but i had to string my racket. I cant play with destroyed strings can I. So then i met Eileen at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Paya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lebar&lt;/span&gt; then we walked form there to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt; and then wandered around finding the rest. We talked about all sorts of nonsense from politics to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;socio&lt;/span&gt;-economic issues to random stuff. There was bowling alley at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt; but everyone wanted to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Zi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yun&lt;/span&gt; so we went to marina square to play bowling but the place was full so we just ended up eating at burger king. While waiting for the bowling guy to call, the girls were talking about their cookies and God Knows What and Mingle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;colin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yx&lt;/span&gt; were talking about WOW in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; so i decided to leave with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;elieen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;shermaine&lt;/span&gt;. I think the rest went to play bowling eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;todays&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;newpaper&lt;/span&gt;(The Straits Times), Eileen pointed out to me this article on the review page titled "Why the superiority complex?". It is a very interesting article i recommend everyone to read. Its basically an article written by a Malaysian journalist about us annoying Singaporeans and how we verbally attack the nearest Malaysian on how much better Singapore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;is everytime&lt;/span&gt; we cross the BRIDGE. Its also on how we fail to enjoy the basic freedoms they enjoy such as littering, smoking, chewing, laughing, smiling, flicking and eating hawker food that actually tastes good. The article &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;basiclally&lt;/span&gt; takes a bash at Singapore and the stuff we pride &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the newspaper article and considering it was from a Malaysian newspaper( New Straits Time). The article probably helped the newspaper by showing its readers that it is a stout defender of Malaysia. In Malaysia there seems to be a simple rule in politics when it comes to Singapore. Anyone who attacks the Republic gains credibility as a stout defender of Malaysia. It was the same when Singapore's MM Lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kuan Yew&lt;/span&gt; commented on Malaysia and Indonesia's ethnic Chinese minorities. Singapore was used as a whipping boy by Malaysian politicians to show their 'loyalty to Malaysia' and they naturally demanded an apology from MM Lee without taking into account the numerous occasions they used Singapore as a bashing board with us keeping mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author probably failed to notice that even though we may be denied simple rights such as chewing and spitting it is for the benefit of the majority and he also probably failed to notice that we enjoy equal rights &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;regardless&lt;/span&gt; of race or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;religion&lt;/span&gt; which is as much as I can say about Malaysia and their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Bumiputeras&lt;/span&gt;. Ultimately we would all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;assumably&lt;/span&gt; be lying if we said we can live without Malaysia and they without us. When u think of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;... If we ever find time to think of Malaysia (Yeah we're too busy enjoying our Beautiful, Green and Clean Singapore) . The first thing that comes to mind is, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; that the place with the fake stuff" which is as much as i can say about them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-4957456147228537327?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4957456147228537327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=4957456147228537327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/4957456147228537327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/4957456147228537327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/superiority-complex.html' title='&quot;the superiority complex&quot;'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-5501438966528753866</id><published>2007-03-13T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:51:26.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adarsh&lt;/span&gt; made it.. John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heng&lt;/span&gt; made it and Tim Fang made it.. YEAH!!.. all of us back at AC.. really happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adarsh&lt;/span&gt; made it.. then now i wont have to hear his nonsense about how we are from different schools and blah blah. Played my tennis match today. My doubles partner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;christopher&lt;/span&gt; and I played against my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; and his double partner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;andrew&lt;/span&gt;. We were the favourites to win. But things dont always happen they way it should. In the first set we took a commanding 3-1 lead but we were interupted by the rain and when it continued we went 4-1 up and from there didnt win any games. we lost the first set 4-6. The match took a 15 min break as the court was dried. We resumed the second set. We once again took the lead this time a 3-0 lead. Then as things would have it, I slipped on a wet part of the court and buckled my knee. We went on to loose that set 4-6 aswell. The last set was disasterous as every game went to a duece we lost every game and got thrahed 0-6. It was interesting to note that i was completely out of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the audience and that mega hott chillean girl noticed. At least she noticed. I was really short on match fitness. My service lacked pace, my backhand lacked accuracy and my forehand lacked power. The only thing that worked for me were my drop shots. They were awesome. I've never seen them come out so beautifully. Even my stamina seemed to have deserted me. never after only 2hrs of playing have i felt tired but today i really couldnt move around as fast as i am used too. Maybe all that skipping training to go out and all those cokes are getting to my system. But most importantly i realised today that i was disastracted. Distracted by what someone said. I kept on thinking about what she said through out the entire match and it must have been very obvious cause even chris' sister noticed. I think what was said is causing that wierd feeling inside. honestly.. But i'm too happy to care or am I...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-5501438966528753866?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5501438966528753866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=5501438966528753866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/5501438966528753866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/5501438966528753866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/tennis-at-last.html' title='Tennis at last'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-4742143821540273579</id><published>2007-03-11T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T08:37:35.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Today was boring. Didnt do anything. I had planned on going for tennis but fell asleep at 2 and I woke up after training started which was about 6 plus so i didnt end up going. watched chelsea versus tottenham. What a match. 3-3 in the end. Suprisingly at the points when chelsea was loosing i wasnt upset or angry. I'm too happy for that. I still feel extremely bored. I cant find a good quality book anywhere. Argh. I feel screwed up inside for some reason... i havent a clue why. I've got the holidays to figure it out. I hope the holidays are nothing like today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-4742143821540273579?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4742143821540273579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=4742143821540273579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/4742143821540273579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/4742143821540273579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-8773881902115539157</id><published>2007-03-10T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T06:34:23.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECSTATIC</title><content type='html'>I AM SO DAMN HAPPY....I got accepted back into ACJC. Just when i had given up all hope. I really thank GOD. I really do. It came as a complete shock to me. I just had given up hope and had brought cash to buy my uniforms. Then Abraham messages me and says that he got into SA and i was devastated. Right after that message i got a call and thinking it was abraham i thought of rejecting the call but i decided against it and answered the call anyway. It was ACJC. I was really ecstatic. I jumped up in front of the whole assembly and just shouted my head off and ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for orientation. I was mega on. We went to settlers for our OG outing. it was fun playing taboo especially with vijesh.. His accent rocks. Honestly. A good pure Indian Accent. then went for campfire and did the mass dance and did more mass dance. Had to run around the field shouting i love AC but i didnt do it properly and sherm wasnt there so i'll have to do it again. Its all in good fun. I'm supposed to have a party but i dont noe when i'll end up having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Jaurasic park with my cuz today but i really wanna play tennis. Havent touched my racket in a month. Going to watch Disney on ice later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at everything now, i really, honestly have to thank God. Its by his grace that i'm back at ACJC. I look back and i realise how much a week can change a person. I have turned over a new leaf and will work hard and i mean it. There will be no more slacking from me. I really also thank everyone who hoped and prayed for me getting back into AC. THANK YOU GUYS and more importantly THANK YOU GOD. I will work hard and do both ACS(BR) and ACJC proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-8773881902115539157?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8773881902115539157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=8773881902115539157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/8773881902115539157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/8773881902115539157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/ecstatic.html' title='ECSTATIC'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-6559722522978433116</id><published>2007-03-08T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T05:06:43.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont really have anything to say. I have given up hope of getting back to ACJC. It really hurts but i think i can cope. I wonder why but i dont blame God. He has his plan and to be honest i think i have become a better person in the process. It took some battering but i have become a better person. I will miss AC. I really will miss Eileen and Shermaine. They were there helping me at every fall, Shermaine for always saying the right thing at the right time to prevent me from doing something stupid and eileen for teaching me and making a better person. i will miss them and i want to thank them for being there for me.  I thank all those people who were there for me, who prayed for me. I'm apologise to you but i cant take it anymore. i give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have let too many people down. It is time i pay my dues. God give me strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-6559722522978433116?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6559722522978433116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=6559722522978433116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/6559722522978433116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/6559722522978433116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-really-have-anything-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-5884214350101035817</id><published>2007-03-06T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T06:22:43.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy</title><content type='html'>WTF.. Today was disasterous. I woke up and nearly had a heart attack. I know that sounds cliched but its true. I got posted to my last choice JC even when i could make it for all my other choices. Screwed up huh. Went to ACJC to appeal and then went back to barker to get the principal to appeal on my behalf. He didnt tell me whether he was going to do it. But he did give me a scolding and told me to write my achievements down. That took a while and it irritated him slightly but i guess its okay. He has power to send five boys into ACJC. Its like charlie and the chocolate factory. The 5 boys will receive a letter on gold paper and the paper is like the golden tickets into ACJC. BUT... if he doesnt decide to send anyone in, then we are all quite screwed. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet the rest of the class at heeren after all my appealing. We ended up walking around. The girls shopping and the guys stonning. Shermaine and i bought kinder surprise. i got some kind a cart and sherm got a tree. The girls continued shopping. but as far as i can remember i dont recall any one of them buying anything. When everyone went home, Sherm and i tried to walk form Taka to Plaza Singapura in 50 mins. So we walked really slowly, took longer routes on purpose and we just talked about all sorts of random things while walking really really really slowly. We managed to get there in exactly 50 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann i really will miss them. I pray for my appeal to be successful but whatever it is i'm trying to prepare myself for the largest culture shock i'll ever receive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-5884214350101035817?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5884214350101035817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=5884214350101035817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/5884214350101035817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/5884214350101035817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/crazy.html' title='Crazy'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-3807803085240197700</id><published>2007-03-05T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T06:13:47.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day???</title><content type='html'>The fifth day of the third month of the year two thousand and seven. I'll remember this day till the day i die. Today, i completed ten years and 3 months of an ACS education. Everyone asks me: What is so great about acs. why do u love it so much. Is it just because of the name. I am sick and tired of hearing that question. Not many people can understand. But i'll you why. It is about the friend next to you that you have grown up with since you were 7. The friend who knows your first crush, who knows your most embarrassing moments, the friends that u laughed and cried with. Its about the song that you sang in your happiest and saddest moments in your life. The bible verses that you build your life around. The meaning of the best is yet to be. The weekly chapel and the colours red, blue and gold that u become synonymous with. And that is what it means to be an acsian. Not many people can understand and neither do i expect them to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt be giving up hope yet, appeals start tmr. If i give up now, Eileen will kill me for not being positive. So we'll see how it goes by the end of next tuesday. Wish me luck. All in all, today was fun. In econs, i adopted a pet rock. Its name is STONE but Shermaine made it into a girl by drawing a skirt on it. During GP, shermaine and I sneaked out to buy lollipops to eat in class. I forgot how good lollipops taste and during mother tongue( which i dont take anymore) Eileen taught me how to make paper cranes. I have to say i sucked real bad at first but i eventually got better. Then after chem prac when everyone was saying their farewells i started crying. It was really embarrassing when i think about it now. Well even guys can cry right. so yeah.... The girls took more photos and then isabel, jocelyn and myself went for our OGA meeting. They made us shout our lungs out by cheering ac cheers. It was retarded but kinda fun. A real emotional roller coaster ride today. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a fun way to end my probable last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i leave with the verse that means alot to me : Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-3807803085240197700?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3807803085240197700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=3807803085240197700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3807803085240197700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3807803085240197700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-day.html' title='last day???'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-7397593025258167217</id><published>2007-03-02T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:33.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>Today could be my second last day as an acsian. However lets not think abt it. My class went bonkers today. We took millions of photographs and personally it was more like a final farewell. However i shldnt give up hope. I read this article today in national geographic. This man, borge ousland from denmark walked a staggering 1240 miles across the artic from canada to russia and the most amazing thing was that He did it ALONE. On day 12 of his journey, his sledge carrying his supplies got damaged. But he didnt give up. he continued in the freezing temperatures of -42 degrees fahrenhiet. On day 42, he injured his ankle but yet he continued and after 82 days he completed his journey. His story taught me a very important lesson. he taught me to never give up even when it all seems hopeless, he taught me, TO NEVER GIVE UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos we took( double click on the photo to enlarge):&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RegBjbiDOlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qDhe5K0eTFA/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037277891411524178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RegBjbiDOlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qDhe5K0eTFA/s320/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My whole class &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037279635168246434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RegDI7iDOqI/AAAAAAAAABA/1qz4r255j-w/s320/Image067.jpg" border="0" /&gt; All the guys in my class. Yes there is only 6 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RegBj7iDOmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/a2KoabX3zKs/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037277900001458786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RegBj7iDOmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/a2KoabX3zKs/s320/Image076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some strange pose .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RegBj7iDOnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bUqZwJ256y8/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037277900001458802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RegBj7iDOnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/bUqZwJ256y8/s320/Image074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all the guys tao poking(not sure i spelt that right) din&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RegBkLiDOoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ocYRr-XIkfw/s1600-h/Image071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037277904296426114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RegBkLiDOoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ocYRr-XIkfw/s320/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; defining what 1SA5 stands for :SEXY ALWAY5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RegBkbiDOpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/54Wbnn0CWd4/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037277908591393426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RegBkbiDOpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/54Wbnn0CWd4/s320/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shermaine, Jocelyn , Myself, Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037280640190593714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RegEDbiDOrI/AAAAAAAAABI/Ie3OXlsGi00/s320/Image078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ACS FOREVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i have to go i'll really miss u guys. It brings tears to my eyes thinking abt leaving . Eileen says i have to be positve so in that case i'm staying...&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/2159433424377297039-7397593025258167217?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7397593025258167217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=7397593025258167217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7397593025258167217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7397593025258167217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RegBjbiDOlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qDhe5K0eTFA/s72-c/Image077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-1200586367562149831</id><published>2007-03-01T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:49:33.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Founders day/class outing</title><content type='html'>Founders day was boring it was exactly the same as the 11 previous founders days i attended but acjc gave out too many awards that dragged the ceremony. I didnt cry but there were tears forming while singing the acs anthem at the end. The class outing was fun. we went to crystal jade at holland v. i ordered a plate of fried rice. When the order came, i nearly died. It was like 3 plates of ordinary chicken rice into one. i actually managed to finish it and after that i had to help eileen and bryan with their dumplings. Then we all went to rachaels house. While like the rest of the class played poison ball or smthing like that, i taught eileen how to play pool. she picked up quite fast for a beginner. Then we played a mixture of basket ball/captains ball. my team lost so we had to do a forfeit. we had to hop like bunnies around the basket ball court. i decided against playing again so i went to join gay buddies to play more pool. we played like 2 games and went to k.a.p for dinner along with shermaine. The place was like invested with students form HCI. I mean what ever happened to the days where KAP was full of the ac barker guys and mgs girls. well i didnt get into any fights so i guess it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really having fun at home. my mum is pissed at me for some reason. come to think of it she is almost always pissed at me. So yeah. Today could be my first and last time wearing the acjc uniform. GOD give me strength. help me get back into acjc. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036956554852086514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RebdTLkIsvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZRnvQEw4HuU/s320/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me being mega stonned and mega tired after founders day and after wondering round in the rain. ( cant remember who took this photo but its somewhere in the canteen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-1200586367562149831?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1200586367562149831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=1200586367562149831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/1200586367562149831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/1200586367562149831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/03/founders-dayclass-outing.html' title='Founders day/class outing'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y0_-6KJWVuQ/RebdTLkIsvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZRnvQEw4HuU/s72-c/Image066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-9167334764112831216</id><published>2007-02-28T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T07:57:33.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant remember what i did in school today. All i remember was PE and meeting eileen's friend who could be my probable schoolmate if i dont make it  back to AC and yeah of course meeting adarsh at the bleaches after school. We like talked for 2 hrs as he waited for the rain to stop and as i waited for hockey training to start. we eventually just went home walking in the rain with me skipping hockey training. Tommorow i will be celebrating my eleventh founders day. It makes me sad to think it could be last. I just hope i dont cry and make a fool out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for dinner aswell at some chinese restaurant. we did the the tossing of the noddles thing. I know there is a name for it but its just that I forgot what it was. Anyways the waitress gave the bill to me. I mean do i look like i can afford to pay for the dinner. The bill was like up to 500 quid so i just passed it to my dad. My dad was like yeah okay...Well i have another class outing tmr.That will surely burn a greater hole in my pocket but hey... Thats life. I really really really hope i stay in AC. I love my class, i love the school and its all i've been part of since primary one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to ponder today. It takes 150 trees to produce the amount of paper that we use in one exam. SO to help save the trees, PLEASE SAY NO TO EXAMS. cheers. argh!!! pre-u sem research...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-9167334764112831216?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/9167334764112831216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=9167334764112831216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/9167334764112831216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/9167334764112831216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-remember-what-i-did-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-3342853066470962004</id><published>2007-02-27T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T07:16:28.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of many random posts</title><content type='html'>Today was quite eventful. The first thing in the morning they released the list of people who made it for pre-u sem 2007. Out of 176 people only 25 remained after the interviews and entry tests. It was rather suprising that i was one of the 25. i didn't really expect to be chosen. Among the people chosen, the largest majority of students came from 1SC1 with my class having the second largest majority of 4 students. Theodore( going to HCI), jocelyn and jazlyn joined me from my class. Then came GP. We had to write a damn essay which i completely and utterly screwed up. I have never writen anything so bad in my whole life. After school we had a pre-u sem briefing. We had to choose groups an now we have to come up with a proposal abt being a cosmopolitan singaporean where we have to state the overview, justification, and method of presenting. I think my team will do quite well considering we can make a fairly experienced debate team from the members in my group. so we should do well..yeah we should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barker lost to unity in the rugby match while the briefing was going on. It was expected considering the new bactch of ruggers had no passion and when the going got though, they didnt get going. With an attitude like that even a team of primary school kids could have beaten them. I am growing increasingly tired and depressed and i am in a great need for a panacea. But i learnt something important today aswell: A mans best friend outside his dog is a book and inside a dog it is too dark to read. I know that is completely random but it gets you thinking doesnt it. ARGH!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-3342853066470962004?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3342853066470962004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=3342853066470962004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3342853066470962004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/3342853066470962004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-of-many-random-posts.html' title='one of many random posts'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-1666176089869081990</id><published>2007-02-26T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T06:19:39.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winners...</title><content type='html'>YEAH!!!!..chelsea are the league cup winners. the first of our four trophies this season. School tires me out completely. i got back my chem test and well i didnt do well. it was expected considering i didnt study, but then again only 5 ppl in my class passed so maybe i did okay. i am so fatigued and i am so sick and tired of waiting. i wish i could just know if i will stay in ac. the suspense is killing me and i mean literally killing me. it drains the life out of me while sending me into an emotional roller coaster ride between hapiness of being with friends and the sadness at the realization that this could be my last week with them. it sucks doesnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up-side, this is my first day after turning over a new leaf. i can say, it went quite well. i actually bothered to do an econs essay for home work and i listened in lectures instead of stonning or sleeping. i hope i can continue the good progress i have made. Another class outing this thursday after founders day(hopefully not my last founders day). my super enthu class. YEAH GO 1SA5!!!!! WE ROCK...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-1666176089869081990?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1666176089869081990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=1666176089869081990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/1666176089869081990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/1666176089869081990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/02/winners.html' title='Winners...'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-7433504215039284676</id><published>2007-02-25T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T03:22:42.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyjamas</title><content type='html'>ugh.. i'm still so bored.. if not for shermy this blog wouldnt have a tag board. she helped me get it up.well thats cause i'm hopeless with stuff like that. See i aint ashamed to have a girl help me. unlike all those chauvinistic guys. i wonder why for some singaporeans their sunday best are their pyjamas. No where else in the world do people leave their homes wearing pyjamas, let alone on a sunday. Its considered a sin in spain, that much i'm sure of. People should at least try and dress with some decency. I guess its just a paradigm of singapores unique society unconforming to the worlds other shining globes. anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for 11. arsenal versus chelsea. i predict a 0-3 win for chelsea. stupid math tutorial stuck on qn 5. i keep on getting distracted by the com. i really have no mood to study until i know my fate. will i stay in ac or not. either way i need to turn over a new leaf. my plan is to reduce my number of ccas from 3 to 1. the next thing is to put more effort into my work. cause i realise as screwed as my results may be. its all my fault. u cant always be on the right side of the A margin. 2A1s and 6b3s is a far cry from the 7As i had for prelims. but then again all my As were A2s. accept my double math of course. come to think of it, math was the only subject i put effort in. i need to start working and stop slacking. i'm reducing tennis training to once a week and since there is no more debates and prefects. i can dedicate my time to hockey and studies. 3 and half more hours to go. time passes so slowly. i think i'll go try figure out how to do the math. god please help me. Let me get back into ac. I'm a true acsian, dont let 10yrs go to waste. COME ON CHELSEA!!! LETS ADD THE FIRST OF THE FOUR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-7433504215039284676?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7433504215039284676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=7433504215039284676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7433504215039284676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/7433504215039284676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/02/pyjamas.html' title='Pyjamas'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159433424377297039.post-638532623927711796</id><published>2007-02-24T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T07:56:39.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>i'm so bored. fulham has been squandering chances. if manu wins, it will certainly ruin my day. Yesterday was screwed up. i went back to barker to hopefully get some testimonials instead i got scolded by quite a few teachers. well it aint my fault i didnt get the results they wanted. my sec 2 teacher who is also my debate teacher helped me the most. she said she'd talk to the vp for me. then we found out that one of the damn debaters in my school fell ill so they needed a replacement. they asked me and after all the teacher did for me i coundn't say no could i. so i had to go to some very ulu secondary school in tampines it was duman sec or something like that to debate. they were having this speak good english week and they wanted to have an exhibition debate. the teachers were nice and all but i was more concerned about writing my case. the motion was THW ban advertisments targeted at children we were the prop. we won quite comfortably in the end. i won another best speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had to rush to tiong bahru plaza to watch norbit. Of all places TIONG BAHRU .i reached early which came as a suprise to my friends. the movie was hilarious. after the movie theodore suddenly became very emo and went home. the rest of us went to have dinner but colin was silent, ks was emo and didnt talk. the girls talked abt their cookies and chocolate and whatever ..nothing i could relate to.. so it was kinda screwed. but i had fun anyways. ARGH FULHAM LOST... SQUANDER SOMEMORE LA!!!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159433424377297039-638532623927711796?l=naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/638532623927711796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159433424377297039&amp;postID=638532623927711796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/638532623927711796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159433424377297039/posts/default/638532623927711796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naveensmadramblings.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>Naveen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11207887584659893850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
