<?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-38911564</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:54:39.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nostalgic JO-ker</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wong Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15548766083221328677</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38911564.post-6237586236286520076</id><published>2008-11-28T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:08:07.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School had better start soon, or I'll hallucinate even further. I'm &lt;em&gt;misinterpreting &lt;/em&gt;the song, &lt;em&gt;If I Were A Boy&lt;/em&gt;, by Beyonce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing into the &lt;em&gt;ideal &lt;/em&gt;me. I told you I'm listening to the song for the &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; reason. What else d'you think then??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911564-6237586236286520076?l=theaveragejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/feeds/6237586236286520076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911564&amp;postID=6237586236286520076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/6237586236286520076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/6237586236286520076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-had-better-start-soon-or-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15548766083221328677</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-38911564.post-4207748192481130236</id><published>2008-11-23T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:57:33.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will be vacant for the next four days, unless you get me free wireless network in Malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911564-4207748192481130236?l=theaveragejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/feeds/4207748192481130236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911564&amp;postID=4207748192481130236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/4207748192481130236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/4207748192481130236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/2008/11/will-be-vacant-for-next-four-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15548766083221328677</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-38911564.post-7486981338141762612</id><published>2008-11-23T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:53:09.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I feel like a betrayer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911564-7486981338141762612?l=theaveragejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/feeds/7486981338141762612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911564&amp;postID=7486981338141762612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/7486981338141762612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/7486981338141762612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-like-betrayer.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15548766083221328677</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-38911564.post-5505413033689664214</id><published>2008-11-23T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:55:39.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being perfectly aware that it has begun, you must be, too. Whatever the amount of time, I'm confident it'll happen one day, and it'll all return to the point of time when my life hadn't entered the turning point, and I'll be too glad you'll be surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone has an angel and the devil within himself. It's the subconscious voice which people open their heart to, leading to it controlling your mind. Yet, being fully aware that the devil leads us to nowhere, we'd choose his route somehow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911564-5505413033689664214?l=theaveragejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/feeds/5505413033689664214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911564&amp;postID=5505413033689664214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/5505413033689664214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/5505413033689664214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-painful-mask-i-put-on-prickling.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15548766083221328677</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-38911564.post-6851237422298344657</id><published>2008-11-23T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:22:14.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Few things are certain in this life. The most certain fact of all is that I am to die. No matter what my interests may be, or how important they seem, when death comes, I will leave everything and go to my Judgement at once. A weak soul is enslaved by its earthly desires and love. To those who love this earthly life too much, it would be a painful parting. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;em&gt;My Daily Bread&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911564-6851237422298344657?l=theaveragejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/feeds/6851237422298344657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911564&amp;postID=6851237422298344657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/6851237422298344657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/6851237422298344657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-things-are-certain-in-this-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15548766083221328677</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-38911564.post-1620380966925724354</id><published>2008-11-21T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:32:46.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry. I understand how this'll get through you. It'll &lt;em&gt;kinda&lt;/em&gt; hurt you bad. However, it's the truth I just... Sigh. I &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; see you as how others &lt;em&gt;expect&lt;/em&gt; me to. I tried to &lt;em&gt;deceive&lt;/em&gt; myself, telling myself that you're the person I've been yearning to have, but it all turned into &lt;em&gt;vain&lt;/em&gt;. I'm apparently lying to myself, and'll probably end up &lt;em&gt;worse&lt;/em&gt; if I believe a lie I'm &lt;em&gt;aware&lt;/em&gt; of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know you're really good to me at times, &lt;em&gt;rreeeaaaallllyyy&lt;/em&gt; good, but then sometimes being good to a person doesn't necessarily &lt;em&gt;win&lt;/em&gt; her heart. I still cannot accept this fact, which I've been trying hard for what &lt;em&gt;seemed&lt;/em&gt; like ages. No one can &lt;em&gt;force&lt;/em&gt; me to, anyway. It's too easy for me to develop some misconceptions about you too, too &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; of them, moreover. &lt;em&gt;Well, whatever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you do put yourself in my shoes, have a taste of the &lt;em&gt;complications &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;confusions&lt;/em&gt; overwhelming me in the nights when I can't get to sleep. Questions bombarding my mind... It's not &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; very easy. Just want to let you know, although I can't accept you, you have my respect. Maybe at times I'm just too irritated with you, finding you such a bore, or &lt;em&gt;cursing&lt;/em&gt; you, but I'll feel guilty afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blood, indeed, is thicker than water afterall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911564-1620380966925724354?l=theaveragejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/feeds/1620380966925724354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911564&amp;postID=1620380966925724354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/1620380966925724354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/1620380966925724354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15548766083221328677</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-38911564.post-3127947022866707779</id><published>2008-11-17T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:17:07.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5th day since the last day of the Big O's. Still getting on &lt;em&gt;fine&lt;/em&gt;, boredom hasn't taken place yet. Unwell though, the &lt;em&gt;fuxing&lt;/em&gt; weather's to be blamed, I think. 33 degrees celsius at one moment, 27 at the next. &lt;em&gt;Damn you people&lt;/em&gt;, not contributing any effort to the environmental management. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel as if I'm transforming into a &lt;em&gt;sadist&lt;/em&gt;. I'm watching movies such as &lt;em&gt;'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' &lt;/em&gt;etc. Movies involving &lt;em&gt;cannibalism&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;gouging&lt;/em&gt; out of eyeballs, &lt;em&gt;slitting&lt;/em&gt; of throats and tongues, and &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt;. Day after day, my mind gets filled with more of such contents. &lt;em&gt;Interesting&lt;/em&gt;, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's receiving his PSLE results on the 20th. Not that I'm wicked, but I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; hope he &lt;em&gt;doesn't &lt;/em&gt;get above 238. He &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; be better than me. Or I'll feel as if I'm a &lt;em&gt;loser&lt;/em&gt;. Sorry bro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911564-3127947022866707779?l=theaveragejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3127947022866707779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911564&amp;postID=3127947022866707779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/3127947022866707779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/3127947022866707779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/2008/11/5th-day-since-last-day-of-big-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15548766083221328677</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-38911564.post-8367716155133799513</id><published>2008-11-08T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:01:09.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Jialat&lt;/em&gt;. Of some foolish deeds I've done, I did one which infected my bloody computer with malicious viruses. &lt;em&gt;Trojan&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;spyware&lt;/em&gt;, worm, even this porn virus, which allows "&lt;em&gt;hardcore pornographic materials popup&lt;/em&gt;". All these threatening to "&lt;em&gt;exploit&lt;/em&gt; personal information and passwords to an untrusted server".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this foolish deed of mine was to click on the "Congrats! Click here to &lt;em&gt;retrieve&lt;/em&gt; your &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; iPod Touch!" popup, and &lt;em&gt;ta-da&lt;/em&gt;! I received Trojan viruses and worms instead of an iPod Touch. I knew the popup was a gimmick, but on the other hand, I was curious to know what'll happen if I click on it. So you see, &lt;em&gt;curiosity kills the cat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm &lt;em&gt;bombarded&lt;/em&gt; with security warnings and &lt;em&gt;denied&lt;/em&gt; the access to my hotmail, facebook, friendster and neopet accounts. &lt;em&gt;Great&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Marvellous&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave that aside anyway. I love 'Twilight'. Thanks Beatrice for lending me the book. I was &lt;em&gt;amazed&lt;/em&gt; I could speed read! Muahaha! I love Edward Cullen, if &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; I were Isabella Swan.. If &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; pigs fly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911564-8367716155133799513?l=theaveragejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/feeds/8367716155133799513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911564&amp;postID=8367716155133799513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/8367716155133799513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/8367716155133799513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/2008/11/jialat.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15548766083221328677</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-38911564.post-3125845256690391249</id><published>2008-11-04T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:24:17.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only Higher Chinese, Phyics Paper 1 and Chemistry Paper 1 require intensive revision, I guess I wouldn't be here, at home enjoying life; watching HBO and Star Movies, reading Harry Potter, playing &lt;em&gt;ping pong, five stones&lt;/em&gt;. Home entertainment's the best, I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine asked me yesterday to follow her for this job: &lt;em&gt;A model for a slimming/ beauty centre&lt;/em&gt;. Oh man, so you mean I would gladly agree to reveal my before/ after photos with &lt;em&gt;bulging cellulites &lt;/em&gt;and if newspapers were to publish the ad, what'll it say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lose 25kg and 14cm in 7 weeks! It works for Charmaine and &lt;em&gt;even&lt;/em&gt; Jolene, sign up for our slimming package while stocks last!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great&lt;/em&gt;. We'll be guinea pigs. Well, of course, we didn't take up this job! Another job featured in 'Classifieds' was: &lt;em&gt;Model&lt;/em&gt;  for wedding portfolio. &lt;em&gt;Nice one&lt;/em&gt;. And I'll be a &lt;em&gt;'bao ba zhang'&lt;/em&gt; then, with the seams of the gown almost &lt;em&gt;bursting&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love&lt;em&gt; ang moh cha bor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911564-3125845256690391249?l=theaveragejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3125845256690391249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911564&amp;postID=3125845256690391249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/3125845256690391249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/3125845256690391249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-only-higher-chinese-phyics-paper-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15548766083221328677</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-38911564.post-3993019254213125290</id><published>2008-10-29T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:00:54.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Physic's sooo &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Perfect&lt;/em&gt;! If you could catch the sarcasm. &lt;em&gt;Drawing of thermocouple thermometer&lt;/em&gt;. Who would have imagined such 'lmao' question! Cambridge's eating my $, my exam fees! For such questions! I'm counting myself lucky for having 7 subjects. I have the other 6, all safe, for my L1R5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, History and Physics, the &lt;em&gt;monsters&lt;/em&gt;, have gone. All down! I &lt;em&gt;shot&lt;/em&gt; them &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt;. Social studies, Higher Chinese and both sciences' MCQs. &lt;em&gt;Easy peasy lemon squeazy&lt;/em&gt;. Wait for my good news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911564-3993019254213125290?l=theaveragejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/feeds/3993019254213125290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911564&amp;postID=3993019254213125290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/3993019254213125290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/3993019254213125290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/2008/10/physics-sooo-good-perfect-if-you-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15548766083221328677</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-38911564.post-4106761703273896582</id><published>2008-10-22T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:29:53.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At some point of time, you feel that you wouldn't want to grow up this fast. You'd just want time to pause for a moment, stop the secondhand, and then take a breather, freshen up, before finally continuing life's journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is passing too quickly, as if it's taking a sprint, and then allowing events to catch me by surprise. I don't like it. Take this moment for instance, seconds and minutes are passing while I just need this short period of time to catch up with some things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder how's it like to possess a time-machine which is often mentioned in fiction stories. Then can I turn the knob to return to whatever of the past I want, regardless whether I'm only allowed to just pay a visit to the past, or to change some events' outcomes from the past, I'd be super willing to do so. However sadly, it's fiction; it's part of fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder too, what exactly is reality? Is it this human world which we claim to be reality? Or is it the dreamland, which I go to during sleeptime, that I've always been hoping would be reality. You'd just shrug your shoulders and tell me, "Why bother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate reality, and I hate to grow up from this time onwards...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911564-4106761703273896582?l=theaveragejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/feeds/4106761703273896582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911564&amp;postID=4106761703273896582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/4106761703273896582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/4106761703273896582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-some-point-of-time-you-feel-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15548766083221328677</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-38911564.post-45798447289758180</id><published>2008-10-22T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:21:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not that I haven't been online for long, but sometimes &lt;em&gt;laziness&lt;/em&gt; just gets over me, and it took so long for me to just get onto this webpage to blog. &lt;em&gt;Many&lt;/em&gt; things passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prelims.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graduation day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And O level's here. The papers were really &lt;em&gt;manageable&lt;/em&gt; so far, waiting for what's up next, partly cuz I prefer afternoon papers. You'll see me &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt; in my upcoming morning papers. 4 papers &lt;em&gt;down&lt;/em&gt;, which includes english done as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy claims that I've been able to cope really well with the past papers cuz I took her GNC's &lt;em&gt;"DHA Omega Fish Oil Pills"&lt;/em&gt; that's why I'm able to focus during the exam cuz my brain has been &lt;em&gt;'softened'&lt;/em&gt;. She's just... Cute ((: Plus a bit lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz the papers, so far, were in the afternoon, I get to sleep late and wake up late. So I only study between &lt;em&gt;12am&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;2am&lt;/em&gt;. I think it's a nice time to study and do a bit of &lt;em&gt;last minute&lt;/em&gt; revision (although it's already the big O's). I'm in my &lt;em&gt;holiday mood&lt;/em&gt; nowadays, believe it or not. I've been feeling very light-hearted despite having the O's. That's &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; me. Relaxed at times which I'm supposed to be worried, worried at times which I'm supposed to be relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see how &lt;em&gt;smart&lt;/em&gt; I am then, on the day of the unleashed results. If I get &lt;10 for my L1R5, (before deducting bonus points) I'll &lt;em&gt;jump&lt;/em&gt; over the moon. That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38911564-45798447289758180?l=theaveragejo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/feeds/45798447289758180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38911564&amp;postID=45798447289758180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/45798447289758180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38911564/posts/default/45798447289758180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theaveragejo.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-that-i-havent-been-online-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Wong Jolene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15548766083221328677</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>
