<?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-36073785</id><updated>2011-09-03T00:52:50.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles Of Jerome</title><subtitle type='html'>Jerome. 18. Shanghai.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jerome</name><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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36073785.post-7182067619150951503</id><published>2008-07-02T04:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T04:44:31.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Singapore :)</title><content type='html'>Yes, title says it all. I am back in Singapore. I havent met up with many friends, probably because i hardly have any. well since last saturday, sleeping was a problem for me. I dont know why i cant sleep. Its so fucking annoying. I just lie on the bed for a few hours and i still cant fall asleep. Maybe its because I just cant stop thinking. Doubts just couldnt stop appearing in my mind and i dont know why. I just cant help it but feel so insecure. I dont want anything to change even if there might be someone better out there. No one is perfect and I am very satisfied with what I have now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*QOTD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you expect nothing, everything is good. - Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-7182067619150951503?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/7182067619150951503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=7182067619150951503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/7182067619150951503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/7182067619150951503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-singapore.html' title='Back in Singapore :)'/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-1645766077442028063</id><published>2008-06-17T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:17:21.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying bye is SO HARSH!</title><content type='html'>Saying bye is so harsh! Im supposed to be celebrating exams are over and my last paper wasn't that bad after all. All thanks to Mr Dilworth! Finally, he did something for us throughout the WHOLE year. Thank GOD no wait THANK YOU MR DILWORTH. He went through parliament and reckon that we memorize it. We did and it came out exactly the way he said it would. After the paper, we had to stay till 7.30pm as we had to wait for England to finish their exams. What crap. Not like i would give them answers so that they could score better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, mary nilla and me had dinner together as nilla is leaving tmr. As usual, we had so much fun! Saying bye is soooo hard! We couldnt bear to leave in the taxis. We were like hugging on the streets. Taxi drivers were looking but we didnt care. We all knew after today, it might take some time before we see each other again! aww so fucking sad! I dont want her to leaveeee. :( I almost cried when i saw her text msg she sent me after she left. We talked about it and we might meet again in August/September. Mary is gona get her own apartment so we could all crash in her apartment the next time we meet. All the year 13s are leaving these two weeks. Two koreans already left. Hmm We didnt say a proper good bye at all. Less than 2 weeks till i leave. Funny thing is that Im happy to go back to singapore but at the same time, i dont want to leave Shanghai. I know im gonna miss Rego so much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-1645766077442028063?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/1645766077442028063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=1645766077442028063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1645766077442028063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1645766077442028063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2008/06/saying-bye-is-so-harsh.html' title='Saying bye is SO HARSH!'/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-5571832116004486968</id><published>2008-06-15T23:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:00:57.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many thoughts hit me all of a sudden. I realised its really time for all of us to leave Shanghai and move on. Had prom yesterday, some things happened but i must say its was a good and fun night. We stayed out till 5 in the morning haha. Nilla is leaving on tuesday. So fucking sad. For the past few mths, people would see the three of us every weekend together partying away. People call me the 'pimp' and if they see me alone, they would ask me, where're your girls? We always had so muchhhhhh fun together, getting drunk together, helping each other and hating people together. Some people think they can replace nilla when she leave and hang out with us but i dont think so. 2 more weeks till i leave Shanghai and the last weekend would be sooooo boring. No more mary and nilla. I dont think im going anywhere that weekend. I have my last paper tmr but i cant be bothered studying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much memories. From disliking Mary to hanging out with her and then liking her. I remember when nilla first came to school, I didn't talk to her till like 2 weeks later. They told me theres a new hot swedish girl in school, I wasn't that excited as i thought hot girls wouldnt be friendly at allll. We went out clubbing the first time and i realised shes different from the typical hot girls lol. Shes really friendly, funny and doesnt have the 'air' like other girls. Well, then we stopped hanging out because mary broke up with berkin. Things started changing from then on. Well, things somehow sorted out by itself. Steff hangs out with her bf's friends. Berkin hangs out with people from his previous school and Mary, nilla and me started hanging out together. All of us dont really talk to each other anymore. Well, for me, i was kinda stuck in the middle between the three groups of people because i still talk to them in school and on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough of emo-ing. 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-5571832116004486968?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/5571832116004486968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=5571832116004486968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5571832116004486968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5571832116004486968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-many-thoughts-hit-me-all-of-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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/_g4TBIYB5s24/SFU-BrH3r0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/EUVVTMnOEG0/s72-c/n762510077_3257614_2624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36073785.post-4785923169761433684</id><published>2008-06-13T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T01:17:25.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SERIOUSLY THIS SCHOOL IS SO FUCKING LOUSY. How is it even possible that the teacher only teach half the syllabus and send students for examinations. The teachers don't do jack shit in school and our parents pay 40 000SGD a year. This is SO fucking ridiculous. Im glad i read through extra stuff during my revision OR i will so fucking kill you. There is another paper on Monday, the teacher didn't teach the whole year, just gave us like 500 pieces of notes and expect us to read it ourselves. Didn't even bother telling us which is important. I bet we know the stuff better than the teachers by now. Pay me 3000pounds a month, I would read through the notes and I can be a teacher too. Coming to school at 8.30 everyday, go outside of school to have a cig, come into class stinking of smoke, give the students some notes from the internet to read and surf the net till 3.45. I will do that 3000 pounds a mth too. seriously, screw you old british men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-4785923169761433684?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/4785923169761433684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=4785923169761433684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4785923169761433684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4785923169761433684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2008/06/seriously-this-school-is-so-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-8385564663271642114</id><published>2008-06-08T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:40:45.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the temptation is back again and this time i know its gona do alot of damage. anywayyy im sooo god damn lazy to study for my business paper tmr. 3 more papers and IM DONE. I must say I CANT WAIT FOR ALL MY PAPERS TO FINISH. Last week was hell for me. 5 papers in a week and I had 3 in a day! I must say I am quite satisified with my history and business papers but Math was a total diaster. Prom is next week and Im glad i finally graduated from high school. The last prom ive been to was secondary school and it was kinda shit. I really hope it would be a blast. I have my last paper the following monday but people are all planning to go party till dawn after prom. I really want to go but I guess I can't cause I dont want to be hungover on a Sunday where i am supposingly to be studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy, good luck for my 3 hours paper tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week to freedom and 21 days more to SINGAPORE!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-8385564663271642114?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/8385564663271642114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=8385564663271642114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/8385564663271642114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/8385564663271642114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2008/06/temptation-is-back-again-and-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-3179375672815053845</id><published>2008-06-07T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T01:07:19.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bye bye to shanghai and welcome to singapore really soonnnnnn. Its so fucking contradicting, i hate leaving Shanghai but at the same time, i want to go back to singapore. Everything is so expensive in Singapore and my nightlife would be goneee :( no more open bars, no more cheap cigs, no more getting tipsy, no more driver and no more dvds. :( basically, no more A.S.K life. I will miss some of my friends here for sure and its so fucking sad that we'll probably not see each other for the rest of our lifes. Im coming back whenever i could to see them if they're still gona be here. my exams are almost done, i have three more to go and im fucking done with high school.. like finally lol. I screwed up my math exam soooooo bad so im gona retake it when im in NS with help from someone of cos :P hahahaaaa. Well, i got my enlistment letter and I am sooooo fucking disappointed that I didn't get into Police Academy. I really hope I do make some friends in there as I really need more friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wellll, basically, ive been studying/clubbing and talking to sleepyhead on msn :P cant wait to finish my exams, got intoxicated and go back to seeeee sleepyhead hahahahahaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-3179375672815053845?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/3179375672815053845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=3179375672815053845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3179375672815053845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3179375672815053845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2008/06/bye-bye-to-shanghai-and-welcome-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-3248151073124234730</id><published>2008-03-30T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T17:10:52.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, Im getting a new laptop from my dad for my birthday! My current one is so slow and full of virus. Hmm like someone said, its probably old like me already. Haha. I feel so blessed all of a sudden. I get whatever I want from my parents most of the time. Ill probably repay them by not wasting their money on senseless stuff like clothes and making them happy by smoking less :) Well, Im smoking so much lesser now and I wouldnt have been able to do it without you ;) thank you lol. (you know who you're)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dont know whether im gonna throw a party next weekend cause its so troublesome but we'll see. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-3248151073124234730?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/3248151073124234730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=3248151073124234730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3248151073124234730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3248151073124234730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay-im-getting-new-laptop-from-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-5316123301604818484</id><published>2008-03-24T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:02:33.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Holidays.</title><content type='html'>Last school holiday that i could actually enjoy without much stress. The school holiday would be in May and by that time, I would be so stressed over sch and examinations. Ill be going back in about 3 months time and the thought of going back for national service disgust me so bad.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt; I hate it so much. wasting 2 yrs of my time doing shit while my classmates are enjoying college life in other parts of the world. Ive been here in Shanghai for more than 2 years and when i first came here, i dread it so much but thinking of it, i actually enjoyed life here. Less than 180 official school days a year but of course i skipped more than a quarter of it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; learned so much in my 2 years here. Life experiences that I would never forget and communication skills with people from different parts of the world. Learning their culture and learning how to deal with different kind of people. I should really thank my dad for bringing me here or ill be a junkie in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;, doing shit all day and probably wasting my life away. Ive got the chance to 're-live' my life and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recieve&lt;/span&gt; proper education. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; update of my life. I cut down smoking by a lot and I stopped the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;obsessions&lt;/span&gt; for labels. Thats pretty good aint it. I sold my scooter and I taken the money from my lunch card. These totalled to quite a sum of money which i would save up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I cant wait for DJ Tiesto's live performance :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-5316123301604818484?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/5316123301604818484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=5316123301604818484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5316123301604818484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5316123301604818484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-holidays.html' title='Easter Holidays.'/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-2983232990584465210</id><published>2008-03-06T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:59:12.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A levels are approaching, work load increases and the amount of stress I get from my teachers is unbearable. Attendance isn't really a trouble for me anymore because I attend school almost everyday after the Christmas holidays. Basically, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have a life now. School, home, homework, sleep and the process goes on and on weekday. Well, at least I do get to spend some quality time with my parents over the weekend. I spend more time in school because teachers can't finish the syllabus and are giving us hell lots of extra lessons. I get to know each and every one of my classmates better because of the time spent with them during break, lunch and free periods between lessons. Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; as annoying as I thought they would be and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; as good as i thought they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why the &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;obsessions&lt;/span&gt; for labels is getting so bad these days. My mum took a look at cloest and she almost went crazy. I took a look at my receipts and bills and realised i am spending way too much. Probably my mum is right, I shouldnt have applied to online banking and I cant have too much money to myself. I think this addiction would stop when my mum stops paying my bills and when I have to make my own money. hahaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-2983232990584465210?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/2983232990584465210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=2983232990584465210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/2983232990584465210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/2983232990584465210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2008/03/levels-are-approaching-work-load.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-915884979683997675</id><published>2008-01-20T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T16:20:57.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>sleeping at 5 for two nights and waking up just after noon is making me so tired. I went to xin tian di on both nights with jarrick. Hanging out at coffee bean till 12 and we went to a pub with a live band. It was so good. The live band is soooooo good. We met up with a few locals who were into the streetwear business. they are really cool people unlike singaporeans who are into streetwear. They have a shop full of limited edition stuff and they dont sell the stuffs they wore before. One of the guys is so into shoes and he showed me 2 pairs of his collections of shoes. 2 pairs of Gucci shoes, first hand. Both are about 700sing. He bought it and just simply added them to his collection. They took pictures and went clubbing with edison and the designer of fenom, neighborhood and bape. They are just so fucking cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Mister Donut for some donuts after a whole afternoon of shopping and I saw a french photographer. After talking for a bit, I knew that he is on a world tour and China is his first stop. He would head down to Japan and the states. He showed me some pictures he took in China and France. He allowed me to play with his Canon camera but I didnt really dare to play with it too much because I dont want to break a 5000euros camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I met up with a few more cool people in coffee bean and the pub but dont feel like going into too much detail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-915884979683997675?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/915884979683997675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=915884979683997675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/915884979683997675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/915884979683997675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2008/01/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-3540019789987855079</id><published>2008-01-17T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:20:35.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was snowing this afternoon!! I was having history and the year 8 kids were rushing out to play with the tiny weeny snowflakes that melts in your hand. Anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; very pleased with my history mock exam results. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; the top of the class. (okay. my class only has 2 students.) I was just lucky i guess. Mary's results are always much better than me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cny&lt;/span&gt; is coming. Cant wait to go back because its just too cold here and i cant wait to get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;angbaos&lt;/span&gt;. I guess I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; do much shopping in Singapore this time round. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; kinda broke. Went shopping last weekend and saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dior&lt;/span&gt; was having sales and i bought a pair of jeans. Its my first pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dior&lt;/span&gt; and I guess it would be my last pair too. Its way too expensive and I need to care it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; much care.Its so troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need to stop spending so much on clothes and start saving money!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-3540019789987855079?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/3540019789987855079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=3540019789987855079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3540019789987855079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3540019789987855079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-was-snowing-this-afternoon-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-5318352218218612995</id><published>2008-01-11T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:00:58.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/R4Zq1nCMr-I/AAAAAAAAACw/Ij8H8fUBEtQ/s1600-h/trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153924292815925218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/R4Zq1nCMr-I/AAAAAAAAACw/Ij8H8fUBEtQ/s320/trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winter is here. actually it has been here for quite some time, just that i didnt realise its here. 2 years ago, i loved the winter. now. i hate it so much and i love the singapore weather. Winter is so troublesome. you need to wear so much. you cant even wear boxers at home. You cant bathe in the morning cause you would never want to get out of the shower. I cant turn on the heat because my mum would nag at me till i turn it off. Shes nagging at me not because of the bills but cause she said i would suffer when i grow old. She always tell me heating is bad for your skin and that her friends wear loads at home. I bet her malaysian friends are just trying to cut down on the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. random picture taken out of my window. I start having a feel for photography. probably because of the webs that ive been looking at these days. but i dont want to start another expensive hobby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a freaking nice web with pictures of supercars in singapore. this guy is just wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vanq.net/"&gt;www.vanq.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-5318352218218612995?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/5318352218218612995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=5318352218218612995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5318352218218612995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5318352218218612995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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/_g4TBIYB5s24/R4Zq1nCMr-I/AAAAAAAAACw/Ij8H8fUBEtQ/s72-c/trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36073785.post-3336201140279625420</id><published>2008-01-10T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:19:28.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a new year and fucking retakes/mocks are coming up. retakes on the first week on school is simply bullshit. a new year and my year group shrank again. kelvin and ga-yan left. tim is leaving next week. the media guys are leaving for a media trip to some shit place in Asia to take videos. damn. when they leave, im the only guy left in my yeargroup. this is seriously shit. no one to go the burger place with me. :( no frens left in classes. no one to copy homework from. fuck la. and ill be alone till the chinese new year break. speaking of chinese new year holidays. ill need to spend valentine alone. :( i wish i could be in singapore. at least i have friends to go out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i dont know why im getting real sick of skinnies. maybe i found something new. streetwear! neighbourhood, clot and fenom!! i fell in love with a tee by clot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://head-porter.org/other/other19.html"&gt;http://head-porter.org/other/other19.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i think i might get it for CNY if ACU has them. Im gonna check it out next saturday with a new friend, jarrick whos in shanghai for his attachment. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-3336201140279625420?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/3336201140279625420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=3336201140279625420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3336201140279625420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3336201140279625420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-and-fucking-retakesmocks-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-1024730346043129314</id><published>2008-01-06T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:28:20.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a thousand words cant express my apologies. a million pictures cant do it either. well. time to move on. study hard and thats what i intend to do for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-1024730346043129314?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/1024730346043129314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=1024730346043129314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1024730346043129314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1024730346043129314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2008/01/thousand-words-cant-express-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-1555264812277252539</id><published>2007-12-31T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T02:04:43.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bye 2007. thinking back. there are so many events in 2007 that might have changed my life. some shit some happiness. anyway, its a new year. so bye to everything in 2007. NS most probably coming up next year. A levels which is a turning point for me coming up too next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;1. more money&lt;br /&gt;2. exercise more&lt;br /&gt;3. study hard&lt;br /&gt;4. you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-1555264812277252539?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/1555264812277252539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=1555264812277252539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1555264812277252539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1555264812277252539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/12/bye-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-5751578231633306121</id><published>2007-12-26T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:13:11.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Atomic Kitten-----Whole Again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you see me walking down the street&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Staring at the sky and dragging my two feet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You just past me by&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It still makes me cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you can make me whole again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you see me with another man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laughing and I'm joking, doing what I can&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want put you down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cos I want you around&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can make me whole again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking back on when we first met&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cannot escape and I cannot forget&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby you're the one,you still turn me on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can make me whole again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time is laying heavy on my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seems I've got too much of it,Since we have been apart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friends make me smile,If only for a while&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can make me whole again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For now I'll have to wait&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But baby if you change your mind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't be too late&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cos I just can't go on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's already been too long&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you can make me whole again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-5751578231633306121?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/5751578231633306121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=5751578231633306121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5751578231633306121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5751578231633306121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/12/atomic-kitten-whole-again-if-you-see-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-4831629968688776674</id><published>2007-11-23T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T09:34:52.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back in singapore and my internet is so cocked up here. Internet is so fucking slow, i cant sign in to msn sometimes and i cant even open my email account. Singapore is so damn hot. The sun is killing me on afternoons. I dont know why i feel so strange in Singapore this time i came back. I feel people aren't treating me the way they used to. I guess its because I look more matured and not 'ahbeng-ish' at all. I was outside far east on wednesday and two malays came talking me while i was smoking. They were short conversations but i feel strange because no one ever came up to me in the past. And yesterday i was in Westmall with eugene, an european came asking me for a cigaratte. A singaporean wanted to borrow my handphone when i was in town after westmall. How strange. Do i seem like im fucking friendly or do i look like a guy ready to be cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I was drinking with sam, eugene and weiping last night and i got so fucking drunk. I cant really remember how i got home and how i got myself all wet. I only remember muttering nonsense to them and i cant remember anything else. im having a fucking headache now and i havent ate since yesterday afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-4831629968688776674?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/4831629968688776674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=4831629968688776674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4831629968688776674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4831629968688776674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back-in-singapore-and-my-internet-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-9150841895405480885</id><published>2007-11-08T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:40:17.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time since Ive blogged. darling is sick these days =( hope she would get well soon. School is a little better these days as i kinda get hold of the maths formulas. my maths teacher, Mr cooper is a really good maths teacher. hes responsible and teaches really well. the yr 12 Koreans got banned from the library and they're always in the common room now. damn. they're always in the common room playing '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; ding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;che&lt;/span&gt;', a Chinese racing game. ha. now the common room is 'hijacked' by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Koreans&lt;/span&gt;, now it stinks of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kimchi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;onions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;im trying to find a room when i go back to singapore in dec. damn. its such a pain in the ass. arg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-9150841895405480885?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/9150841895405480885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=9150841895405480885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/9150841895405480885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/9150841895405480885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-time-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-4495987247103649084</id><published>2007-10-30T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:09:34.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn, i was looking through universities and some stuff just now. I suddenly realised i have been slacking too much. Too much dvds, games and day dreaming. I need to pull up my socks and STUDY HARD. At this rate im going, ill never make it to university. I dont want to be a bum doing shit all my life. I want to work in an air-conditioned office with my private room(executives of a multi-national company i meant), drive posh cars to work and stay in a private house. I need to practice more maths, read more history books and read more business sections of the newspaper. Im gonna get my lazy history teacher to start teaching A2 work, get maths revison guides and start attending lessons. I really have to stop taking 'self-declared' holidays. LOL. i know you're laughing darling. :D Im gonna do every fucking piece of homework im given and revise on weekday nights. :) HOMEWORK here i come. zz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-4495987247103649084?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/4495987247103649084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=4495987247103649084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4495987247103649084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4495987247103649084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn-i-was-looking-through-universities.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-7351134847195263655</id><published>2007-10-28T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:41:55.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well well. 4100RMB in my hands and a new bike with proper receipts so it wouldnt be confiscated by the police. :) no one can take it away from me now unless i say so. probably would have 5600RMB in my hands tmr. Life is good when you have money in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over. school sucks as usual. happy weekends with darling. weather turning colder every night. Im a happy man with darling and my parents around. 6 WEEKS TILL HOLIDAYS. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I love you darling for who you are. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-7351134847195263655?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/7351134847195263655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=7351134847195263655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/7351134847195263655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/7351134847195263655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-6291597408382705041</id><published>2007-10-21T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:00:58.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Business retakes are over. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if i do well. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really expect high grades because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i feel confident over a paper ill not do well in it. Weather in shanghai is getting colder each day. I need to wear 2 jackets whenever i ride my scooter around. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to a big arcade that i mentioned last week and I played the Formula 1 machine that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cost&lt;/span&gt;30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;RMB&lt;/span&gt; (S$6) for 5 minutes. Its really a huge machine that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; see in Singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RxtkfTkppGI/AAAAAAAAACg/I9xrJMtU86U/s1600-h/SP_A0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123799490056791138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RxtkfTkppGI/AAAAAAAAACg/I9xrJMtU86U/s320/SP_A0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, darling was taking pictures of me on the TV outside. It showed the players who were first and second. :D i was on screen and that meant i was top 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RxtkwjkppHI/AAAAAAAAACo/j4uDgxWnEb0/s1600-h/SP_A0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123799786409534578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RxtkwjkppHI/AAAAAAAAACo/j4uDgxWnEb0/s320/SP_A0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;. Went to Raffles Square after that. Raffles Square is a mall built by Capital Land which is a Singapore based company. Raffles Square is like one of the most centralised and most popular place among the youngsters in Shanghai like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cineleisure&lt;/span&gt;. Although there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; much shops that sell the type of clothes i like in the mall but i still frequent there because its supposed to be the 'coolest' place in Shanghai. Its Singapore Festival here in Shanghai. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt; Chock Tong is here in Shanghai according to my dad because he was invited to attend a dinner+speech in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shangri&lt;/span&gt; La hotel but my dad didn't turn up because of some 'reasons' :) Back to Raffles Square, there was a singing competition going on there. The competitors are supposed to mimic Singapore singers like Sun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yanzi&lt;/span&gt;, Lin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Junjie&lt;/span&gt; and Ah do. Some did well but some sucked. We watched for an hour then went off for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was having problems with my bike earlier on. I cant start the engine going after leaving it for a few hours. Ill need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; 20 minutes before i can get it started so i brought it to the bike shop to get it fixed. Its fixed now and for some reason that no one knows why. My bike is fucking fast now on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;acceleration and it can go up to 90km/hr. Its a 150CC and the bike shop guy said its like a 200CC bike. Maybe the guy who sold it to me modified the bike. Well, the bike shop guy has a 150CC bike with receipts so it wouldn't get confiscated by the police when i get pulled over. I dont know whether to sell my current bike as I really like it a lot. Aww. Im doing a business btw and according to research, Im the monopoly 'company' which means Im the only one in shanghai doing this business. Ive got a few potential customers and i already sold one bike. I think ill earn enough to spend in Singapore and rent a house for me and darling. A decent one i suppose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Btw, I drove to Fudan University today with darling. Its one of the best University in Shanghai, like the Cambridge in UK. It was a decent ride there that took about 40 minutes because i drove about 50km/hr throughout. However, on the way back, it was FUCKING cold and we drove the wrong direction. Took us &lt;strong&gt;1 and a half hour&lt;/strong&gt; to get back to darling's place. It was nice too. We enjoyed the company of each other although it was sooooo COLD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Arg. Another 7 weeks till the next holiday! I think im gonna die.School sucks so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-6291597408382705041?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/6291597408382705041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=6291597408382705041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/6291597408382705041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/6291597408382705041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/10/business-retakes-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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/_g4TBIYB5s24/RxtkfTkppGI/AAAAAAAAACg/I9xrJMtU86U/s72-c/SP_A0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36073785.post-3532737016957777938</id><published>2007-10-14T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:00:59.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ahh. Business studies retake next week. I was home studying the whole day(when i said whole day, it meant i studied for 2 hours, slept 4 hours, watched dvd 2 hours and day dreaming for an hour.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RxI2TTkppFI/AAAAAAAAACY/2L2JX68JubM/s1600-h/SP_A0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121215431573087314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RxI2TTkppFI/AAAAAAAAACY/2L2JX68JubM/s320/SP_A0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went out with darling yesterday as usual. met up in the morning and went to the arcade in people's square. the arcade is really huge. they are so many games. There was like a Formula 1 game and it costs 30RMB (S$6). Its crazy isn't it. Its 5 minutes and have a really huge screen. It looks kinda like the theatre ones. Theres a camera on the steering wheel and you could see your friend's face from a TV outside the arena. We spent 40RMB and we left for Anderson's Ice cream. Its buy 1 free 1 now so we eat it every weekend. After the ice cream, we wanted to put 1500rmb into the bank as I just 'earned' it on Friday by selling a motorbike. We found an ATM machine but couldn't figure out how to put money into my bank account. So we sat outside the bank and took some pictures with my &lt;strong&gt;new samsung phone&lt;/strong&gt; while I smoked a cigarette. We continued to walk around to make ourself feel hungry because we were going for Japanese Buffet for dinner and it wouldnt be worth it if we didn't feel hungry enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we walked around till it was time for dinner and when we went to the restaurant, the manager told us, we could only eat till 8PM as there is reservation for that seat. He said he might move us to another table if there is a table available. I was kinda pissed off as the waitresses kept saying , our table is till 8PM. It sounded like we didn't have money to pay or we were eating some discounted buffet that lasted till 8PM. When we sat down, the waitresses passed me and menu and continued telling other waitresses we could eat till 8PM. I was really pissed off and said ' just go away lar'. There was this Hongkong guy and a Shanghainese lady beside me. I heard them saying ' Go' and they said Chinese's English is like that. I was really getting on my nerves by that time. I didn't want to quarrel with them as it was kinda embarrasing creating a scene in a restaurant so I just kept quiet. A few minutes later, my dad text me and told me they were having Japanese Buffet as well and I read the message out to my girlfriend in English. Then I saw the Hong Kong guy whispering to the lady. I bet they're talking about me. They are probably saying 'Why is this Chinese speaking English?' Aww. I was so pissed off that I didn't have appeittie for dinner anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we moved to another table after a while and my hunger was coming back to me. I ate till my stomach was gonna explode to make the money worth. I drank a bit of Sakae but darling didn't allow me to drink more as I had to ride my bike home later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im gonna go watch a dvd called "Everybody hates Chris" that i bought on Friday. Its really funny. Its about a black guy called Chris and hes the eldest brother in family and the only black guy in a white school. It talks about his family and school. Its soooooo funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh btw, Im glad I found so many primary school friends that Ive lost contact with 7 years ago. Its kinda a miracle to have found them. Lmao. Alright bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-3532737016957777938?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/3532737016957777938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=3532737016957777938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3532737016957777938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3532737016957777938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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/_g4TBIYB5s24/RxI2TTkppFI/AAAAAAAAACY/2L2JX68JubM/s72-c/SP_A0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36073785.post-5914271857329012914</id><published>2007-10-13T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T00:59:06.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A terrible incident happened to me today right in my compound between me and two french bitches. I bought another bike which was meant to be sold. I was riding into my compound through the security from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;main road&lt;/span&gt; when I saw 2 bitches walking towards the direction of my compound with 4 kids. They were chatting away and ignoring their kids who were like 7-8 years old. They were standing right in the middle of the road between the lane out of my compound and the lane into my compound. I rode the opposite direction to prevent collision with them and one of their kids were running about. I was like more than 10 meters away from them and I wouldn't have the kid as I was riding at 10km/hr which is like walking speed. I supposed the kid turned around and saw my bike driving towards them. He ran to his mum while i carried on riding back home. When i was like 30 metres away from them, I heard someone shouting at me. I turned around and saw one the bitches shouting at me. I ignored them and continued riding. I wanted to change to my own bike as I was gonna go find some spray and it would save me more time to ride my own bike which was faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was riding out of the compound when I was stopped by one of the bitches. I stopped right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of my them and this bitch came towards me and asked if i could speak English. The moment i said yes, she was like yelling at me at the top of her lungs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, i might be exaggerating a bit but she was yelling at me. I sat on and my bike to apologise to her for driving a bit too fast as the maximum speed in my estate is &lt;strong&gt;5KM/HR! &lt;/strong&gt;Oh well, she continued yelling at me for 30 seconds and I couldn't take it anymore. I stopped the engine of my bike, got down and starting yelling at her. The manager of the management came over but couldn't do anything to stop us from quarrelling so she just stood at the side looking at 2 bitches yelling at me. One in English and the other in French, i supposed the other one doesn't know how to speak English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We argued for 10 minutes. Some drivers and lots of french kids(about 15) came over to see whats the comotion was all about. She walked away and said she would talk to the GM about this matter. I was really angry after the arguement. I would have punched them if they weren't ladies. I vented my anger on the Chinese Manager for 20minutes till the GM who is a fucking french too came. I vented more anger on the GM because I felt he was trying to side the two bitches. I decided not to give the GM a hard time after he made some senses into me. Well, the commotion ended when the bitches apologised for screaming at me and i apologised to the Mangement for driving beyond the limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my parents about it, they were like laughing and at the same time asking me to be careful the next time. I noticed a rise in the amount of French in my compound. Looks like the French's population in Windsor is the largest so the French is treating me like dirt. I bet she must have thought me as an Asian wouldn't dare to scream back right in her face. I dont understand why a Caucasian would get more benefits than an Asian no matter where they go in Asia. I dont see Asians getting better treatment in Europe or US. Aww, this is bullshit isn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-5914271857329012914?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/5914271857329012914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=5914271857329012914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5914271857329012914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5914271857329012914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/10/terrible-incident-happened-to-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-9105109717135449866</id><published>2007-10-02T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:00:59.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RwJpvzkppEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zCY0WXjPDng/s1600-h/IMGP1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116768396665005122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RwJpvzkppEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zCY0WXjPDng/s320/IMGP1156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) new cover. I bought it from a friend, its second hand but its really new though. Changed some shit in my bike and its faster and much smoother now. Its China's National Day and we get a week off school. Darling came to my house yesterday and we played badminton in my estate. Played for about an hour and my arm hurts. Lack of exercise. The last time i exercised was when Reeve came and we rode bicycles to my girlfriend's house which is like 20kilometers. Had Japanese cuisine today as darling wanted to eat after shopping a day with her friend. Motorbikes are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convenient. I get to meet darling anytime without worrying about money to take taxis around. I love darling and i love my bike too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-9105109717135449866?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/9105109717135449866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=9105109717135449866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/9105109717135449866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/9105109717135449866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-cover.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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/_g4TBIYB5s24/RwJpvzkppEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zCY0WXjPDng/s72-c/IMGP1156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36073785.post-2221018015006008239</id><published>2007-09-19T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T17:34:00.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. Today is a school holiday here because of the typhoon. However, i dont sense any strong wind and i dont know if the typhoon isn't here in shanghai yet or the typhoon isn't affecting shanghai at all. I hope it comes tonight or tmr morning so i could have another day off. HAHA. All schools are closed today and I guess thats why the internet is lagging so bad. The kids must be staying home all day playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bad day for me today. My dad isn't working so hes home all day. He didn't allow me to go out because of the rain and typhoon but I want to meet darling. I sneaked out of the house when hes sleeping but my motorbike just couldn't start. It finally started after like 10 minutes and when i was on the road, i realised my bike isn't working well. The max it could go was like 40km/hr. I met up with darling but as there was a strong rain, i asked her to take a bus home. Took my bike to the repair shop and they told me theres water in the engine. There wasn't a way to fix it so I just went home and left it to dry. Sigh. No school yet i can't go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a new hobby. Flying kites. =) I went flying kites last weekend and kinda liked it. Darling said its much better than fishing. Its a better environment and it doesn't worms which stinks. Hahaha. Im gonna go do my homework and i have a maths test on friday. I hope the typhoon U-turn and come back to shanghai on friday so i wouldn't need to go to school. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-2221018015006008239?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/2221018015006008239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=2221018015006008239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/2221018015006008239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/2221018015006008239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-2964017658719693844</id><published>2007-09-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:54:45.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:) i bought a bike today. YAY. finally got one back after a year. 1500rmb. Its a shit bike though. 125CC and could only go up to 80-90km/hr. i dont think ill modify it as its only a form of transportation. Im not legal to drive and my bike isnt legal either. Nvm, ill run everytime i see a policeman this time though. The condition of my bike was shit when i got it. The battery box isn't working, the backlight aint working, the horn doesnt work, brakes dont work well and the meter doesnt work either. I just fixed all of them except the meter cause its expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, went to school today in the morning at 8.45. My vice-principal looked for me and talked to me about commitment to the school. Arg. I am attending classes everyday and every single lesson and now he wants me to attend assembly and attendance taking every morning. Shit aint it. I attend every lessons and now he wants me show commitment to the school and school activities. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-2964017658719693844?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/2964017658719693844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=2964017658719693844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/2964017658719693844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/2964017658719693844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-bought-bike-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-3563852043555745294</id><published>2007-09-02T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T20:39:02.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Life is good when you have money. I guess Reeve is really right on this one. Darling and I were on a shopping spree for the last 3 days.In fact, we have been doing it last saturday too. I wanted to go fishing today but it was raining so I decided to go to the acarde then walk around but when I saw a new shop selling man's clothes, I walked in and saw summer clothes on discount. FCUK is having a discount on their summer clothes and i seldom see it on discount so i bought 2 t-shirts. I guess i just fell in love with shopping after going out so much with Reeve. My parents would hate Reeve for sure if they knew he influenced me. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-3563852043555745294?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/3563852043555745294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=3563852043555745294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3563852043555745294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3563852043555745294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-576890961504625340</id><published>2007-08-31T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:39:53.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew. my results came out and though i didnt get what i expected. It isn't that bad. Im in the final year of highschool and Im retaking my exams to get straight Bs hopefully in mid oct or nov. Attendance in school has always been a problem for me. My classmate was like saying to me yesterday 'why aren't you always in school and you got better grades than Eric who is in school like every other day? have you been secretly studying at home?' I was like. ' er, i dont know. Probably because I'm lucky?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, i went to my form class and the teacher walked in and said ' Jerome isn't here today, is he?'. 'Im here, miss'. She passed some shit to give to my parents and she said ' Im sorry, i thought you wouldn't be here.' The teacher is new and I bet my vice-principal should have told her something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident happened and it is concerning my attendance again. After the fire drill, i was walking back to common room and this korean girl whom I never talked to before said ' Where're you going Jerome?' I answered and she said 'I supposed you're having free now huh? Btw, why are you always not in school? We were like always wondering why you always disappeared for a few days last year and disappeared halfway through the day.' I was short for words, i just smiled and wanted to walk off avoiding this conversation. 'Would you be here for school everyday this year?' she asked again. 'Ill be here if I needed to.' I was so shocked after these incidents. Hmm. Why is she asking these questions? Did she talk to some teachers or is she just being nosy? Who cares. I promised myself and darling that Ill study hard this year so I wouldn't be skipping lessons or school much this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Im so tired. I cant sleep at nights and Im so tired during the day. Gonna be a long day in school tmr and my business work is due tmr. :( I have to go finish up my homework and try to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-576890961504625340?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/576890961504625340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=576890961504625340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/576890961504625340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/576890961504625340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/08/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-4934019942881979173</id><published>2007-08-28T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T01:15:32.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life, things unexpected happen. You just cant find the solution to it Perhaps there is no solution to it. You just have to live with it, accept it and live on with your life. Life is full of obstacles, i just came across one and I think Ive managed to overcome it. :) Thank god its all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school yesterday and Im going back to school after a long vacation for about 5 months. I hope everything would be fine. Its probably my last year in high school. I promised to work hard and I will. Well. Thats it i guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON OF THE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgive and forget would be the best solution most of the times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-4934019942881979173?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/4934019942881979173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=4934019942881979173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4934019942881979173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4934019942881979173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/08/sometimes-in-life-things-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-3540969392738978374</id><published>2007-08-24T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T03:45:18.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhhh. Everything is fine now. Its all over. It was like a nightmare, Im glad i woke up and everything is back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools starting in 3 days time and I haven't adjusted my sleeping hours back to what a student's sleeping hour should be like. I didn't know it was orientation today and I didn't turn up. I dont know what school will be like next year but I really wish it would be fine. I would study really hard this year as its my last year and it would determine my future. Im glad at least i got Bs in 2 of my history papers. I failed the other one and I don't know why. I failed Maths as expected and I haven't got my Business results. Gonna sleep for now. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-3540969392738978374?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/3540969392738978374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=3540969392738978374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3540969392738978374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3540969392738978374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/08/ahhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-1163546399149461311</id><published>2007-08-23T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T07:08:04.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. So much things happened recently. Reeve is here in shanghai and sure enough i was happy but things didn't go well for me. I couldn't stop thinking and I couldnt stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damage was done and the pain is still there. I don't know what to do and Micheal Scofield wouldn't be here to help me. I am so lost. I dont feel like going back to school next Monday. Results didn't turn out as I had expected. Life is such a pain in the ass :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-1163546399149461311?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/1163546399149461311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=1163546399149461311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1163546399149461311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1163546399149461311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-3397842096188576628</id><published>2007-08-09T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:43:38.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; back from Singapore and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shandong&lt;/span&gt;. :) I thought fun would end when i come back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shandong&lt;/span&gt; but Reeve is coming over to Shanghai. Great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; it. More than a month of fun with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; and best friends. Time spent with my girlfriend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shandong&lt;/span&gt; was really enjoyable although our expenses were tight. My dad didn't gave me enough to spend but sent some money over to me later on. I bought fishing rods and a remote helicopter which spoilt because i played it in my hotel room. :( Finally went fishing in the sea. Caught some small fishes which looked like tuna and they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; longer than palm-size. Would upload photos when I find the time to do so. Meanwhile, I should sit back relax and wait to have fun with Reeve when he comes tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-3397842096188576628?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/3397842096188576628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=3397842096188576628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3397842096188576628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3397842096188576628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-back-from-singapore-and-shandong.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-4469861404314558677</id><published>2007-07-29T04:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T05:02:29.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wasted on the last two nights in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;. Went clubbing with reeve and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eddie&lt;/span&gt; on both nights and Reeve was so drunk on both nights. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;phuture&lt;/span&gt; was so crowded on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night and i didn't really like trance but i didn't have a choice. I could hardly get to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dancefloor&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dancefloor&lt;/span&gt; was so packed. Both reeve and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;eddie&lt;/span&gt; were drunk on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night and I didn't enjoy myself that much as I had to kinda of look out for them. MOS on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; was fucked up. We got into a fight with a Malaysian but as both parties didn't pursue the matter, the case was dropped. It was such a long time since I got into a fight and I didn't expect we would have a fight at MOS. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; too lazy to elaborate on how it happened and what really happened in details as I have to catch the morning flight back to Shanghai later on. Anyway, bye bye Singapore and my friends here but hello to Shanghai and my girlfriend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-4469861404314558677?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/4469861404314558677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=4469861404314558677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4469861404314558677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4469861404314558677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/07/wasted-on-last-two-nights-in-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-6325263479707136779</id><published>2007-07-26T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T04:20:52.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn it reeve. Brought me to a salon to cut a 'ah-mao' hair like a malaysian ah beng. nabei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-6325263479707136779?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/6325263479707136779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=6325263479707136779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/6325263479707136779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/6325263479707136779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/07/damn-it-reeve.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-5681471089880736048</id><published>2007-07-25T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T04:18:49.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came back from Shell to get my cigarettes. I had the urge to drive my sister's Suzuki out to Shell but the fear of getting caught stopped me. I couldn't sleep without the filthy smoke down my throat. I was reminded by my mum's words back when i was in Primary 6. I was caught possesing cigarettes for the first time back then and my Mum told me the harmfulness and addiction of cigarettes but I ignored them. She still nags at me whenever she see cigarettes in my pocket. I know I should have listened to her but the temptation just keeps coming back. Arg.. Fuck it. Im going to bed. Meeting Reeve 12 tmr and I know I wouldn't be able to wake up on time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-5681471089880736048?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/5681471089880736048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=5681471089880736048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5681471089880736048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5681471089880736048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-came-back-from-shell-to-get-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-3989417354555583455</id><published>2007-07-25T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T02:51:09.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate my house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Singapore so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;muchhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My room faces the main road and in the middle of the night, i could hear the sports car and motorbikes on the damn road. Its so fucking irritating. The damn vehicles are probably modified so they give out such a irritating sound whenever it passes my estate. As I wanted to smoke in the room, I have to open the windows when I sleep or my mum would wake me up the next morning just to nag at me. She said this damn condo is small so the smell of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt; would spread to the whole house if I didn't open my windows after i smoked in the room. And early in the morning, the birds would be chirping and it would fucking wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn room is so dusty as I only come back twice a year and that my sister is just too lazy to clean up my room. I never fail to get a flu and my lungs hurt so badly whenever i came back to Singapore. I miss my Shanghai room so much. Its so cosy and my parents would never nag at me for smoking in my room with the air-conditioned on. And now i ran out of cigarettes and I have to go to Shell which is 10 minutes walk away from my apartment. I could simply just walk out of my estate to get fucking cheap S$1.50 Double Happiness Cigarette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-3989417354555583455?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/3989417354555583455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=3989417354555583455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3989417354555583455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3989417354555583455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-my-house-in-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-1906241799339748016</id><published>2007-07-23T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T05:55:23.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 more days and im going back. 6 nights seems long yet we still have so much to catch up on. Money is a factor and time is another. Yet i miss darling so much. How i wish shes here with me. 6 more nights and i could see her once again. 5.55am and im going to sleep. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-1906241799339748016?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/1906241799339748016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=1906241799339748016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1906241799339748016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1906241799339748016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/07/6-more-days-and-im-going-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-2727300809471221804</id><published>2007-07-15T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T03:25:39.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone is still reading my blog because i didn't blog for such a long time. I'm coming to Singapore on the 18th. Ive been fine all these while, playing CS till late at night and waking up in the afternoon. Darling and i have been doing all the things couples would do on dates. We've been going to the arcade lately and collecting tickets to exchange for stuff. I want to exchange for the remote helicopter but i think ill buy it instead. Haven't gone fishing for such a long time because of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we went singing today and we found this funny song. Its pretty hard to understand because of the ascent but its funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z6Z-oQjQZqY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z6Z-oQjQZqY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-2727300809471221804?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/2727300809471221804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=2727300809471221804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/2727300809471221804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/2727300809471221804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-know-if-anyone-is-still-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-7142515009113776020</id><published>2007-07-06T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T00:01:27.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time since i last blogged. Im back from Beijing and Hangzhou. The Beijing trip was fun for the first few days cause my whole family didn't go on sight seeing trips for a long time. The holidays we went were usually shopping trips. My parents and my sister went to tour Europe last year but i couldn't go because of school. Beijing is like so legendary because of the old buildings from the past. But the buildings were mainly rebuilt because of the Olympics next year. It was quite fun in the begining but towards the end of the trip, we got so tired of walking in the hot weather so we just merely looked at the buildings from a distant and went shopping. I took some pictures but i dont have them with me now but ill update once i get them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-7142515009113776020?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/7142515009113776020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=7142515009113776020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/7142515009113776020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/7142515009113776020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-time-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-440326529395005112</id><published>2007-06-20T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T01:43:39.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna say sorry to 2 of my best friends first of all. I was reminded that i once had fights with both of my best friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HMM&lt;/span&gt;. I cant remember that i did though. Maybe my mind full of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; so i forgot the unhappy times with my friends. I only remember happy times with my friends and not the unhappy times. :) I know i was too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt; when i was younger. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sorry. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going to Beijing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; so excited about it.I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;duno&lt;/span&gt; why though. Maybe Beijing is a city with loads of history. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; such a historic person now. I really want to see Mao Ze Dong's body but his 'house' is under renovation. :( I always think Beijing is a modern city but still full of historical sites. Ill be away for 3 days and ill miss darling loads. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed suddenly. I have a great family, understanding and wonderful girlfriend and a bunch of friends who would still miss me even though we hasnt seen each other for a few months. They never fail to make me smile. Thanks God for putting these people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i have to start packing for my trip tmr. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-440326529395005112?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/440326529395005112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=440326529395005112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/440326529395005112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/440326529395005112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/06/hmm-gonna-say-sorry-to-2-of-my-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-3240369106206661809</id><published>2007-06-18T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:41:57.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really know how to describe my feelings now. Im feeling so guilty and fustrated at my family members. I had neglected someone really important in my life and at the same time pissing my family members off. My gf and my family are the most important people in my entire life and they all have the same place in my heart. I really dont want to neglect and disappoint anyone of them. Im sorry if i did. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of all the emotional stuff. Happy timess. I went fishing today again. I finally learned and managed to put the earthworm on the hook. I guess I relied too much on darling whenever shes with me. Thanks! Caught a lot of small fishes and only one normal size fish. The uncles said the weather isn't right so fishes are'nt so easy to catch. I brought home 2 small fishes and one 10cm fish which died on my way back home. I just threw the fishes into a tank with my lobster and the lobster cut the bigger fish into smaller pieces and ate it. The head is gone and it looks so disgusting. Anyway, i bought a new fishing rod and its the type which i could catch bigger fishes which are about 1-2 kg. I guess i would try it out this sunday when im back from Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my sister is here in Shanghai and we're gonna go to Beijing this wednesday and Ill go to Hangzhou with darling once again for a short holiday. Gonna sleep now. Good nighttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im sorry about today darling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-3240369106206661809?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/3240369106206661809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=3240369106206661809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3240369106206661809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3240369106206661809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-839343810282771777</id><published>2007-06-11T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T03:04:06.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its getting so fuking bored. Exams are over. Ive got nothing to do all day when darling is working. :( got nothing to do at night. I guess ill just go fishing whenever im free. My sister is coming this thurs so things wouldnt get so bored when im home. My results should be fine if I think ive got the right points for history and maths. I went fishing today but didn't managed to catch anything. Ill go fishing again tmr and hope i could catch something nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got my computer back again and blogger.com is in chinese. Its alright though as my mandarin IMPROVED. All thanks to Moxiang. Got no games to play except GunBound which is getting boring cause i aint got my aimbot. :( I need to get a jobbb. Its so bored and i dont want to live off my mum's pocket. :P i want to get a motorbikeee. I thought of selling Yang rou chuan but its so stupid. I have to stand by the roadside every night and run whenever i see the police coming. Maybe i should introduce Singapore's satay here. Guess it would sell really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather in Shanghai is getting terribly hotter each day. I get extremely fustrasted whenever the weather is hot. Poor darling would have to bear with my temper. Sorry :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-839343810282771777?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/839343810282771777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=839343810282771777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/839343810282771777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/839343810282771777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-getting-so-fuking-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-8615316201627573547</id><published>2007-06-06T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T05:42:43.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS BOND WE'VE BUILT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't sleep :( guess i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; sleep for tonight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; all prepared for my examinations &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;. Well, i was lying down on the bed just now and was thinking about all the people i met these 19 years of my life. Maybe my sis is right. Life long friends usually come from secondary school and not from tertiary education. My sister could be considered as an 'above-average' student in Singapore and is in university now so she could tell me life experience on how to deal with situations. I always talk to her when i have problems in school and she would come up with solutions for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, this entry is gonna be boring and its all about my life. If you're looking for an interesting entry with an happy ending, left click the red box at the right top of your screen. This is my blog and I treat it as my 'friend' so i talk to it and not feed readers with interesting stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary school memories are so 'plastic' to me. I could hardly remember much from primary schools. Memories from secondary school are like yesterday to me and i guess i would remember the happy days for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unity Secondary School. I was enrolled into unity secondary school in 2001 and was in class 1/9 i think. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Didnt&lt;/span&gt; have much friends that i still keep in contact from 1/9 and 2/10 except for a few here and there. I guess I was too '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt;' during my sec 1 and 2 days. Yin Hon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; like me back then. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/12. Wonderful class. I guess it was from there that i had the closest friends and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; where i had my happy days. Too happy perhaps that i got retained in sec 3. I got to know quite a few friends that i still keep close contact with. Yin hon and Eddie. I was really close with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yh&lt;/span&gt;, Kevin and Eugene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; when i was 15 and we were hooligans in school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Guess i was still too young that time, fighting, smoking in the toilet during recess and even during classes, arguing with teachers... Teachers looked down on us and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; care. No one cared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;infact&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe only Alton did. Everyone was doing their own stuff during classes. Sleeping, chatting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;smsing&lt;/span&gt;, sneaking to toilets, vandalising on tables... blah. Got to know Reeve as well but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get close to him till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; 16 and we started going to Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got retained at sec 3 while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;yinhon&lt;/span&gt; managed to pass 3 subjects and go to sec4. damn. :P I was 16 and still very rebellious. Arguments with teachers, swearing at Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Pok&lt;/span&gt; and Mr VJ, sleeping during classes and not doing homework. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. 3/10. It wasn't that bad. Got to know some new friends and I still keep in contact with them. Managed to go on to sec 4/9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; when the fun times came. Yin Hon, Eddie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Rajan&lt;/span&gt; came back to join me for secondary 4! :P It was fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; when i started building really close friendships with Yin Hon and Eddie. We looked at girls together, bullied people together :P and bullied Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;koh&lt;/span&gt; together. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeve Tan. We were really close since 16. Where we went clubbing together, got drunk together, had fights together and laughed at stupid people together. We built a strong friendship since then and we still do the same things whenever i go back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then told by my Dad in May that i needed to go to Shanghai at the end of the year. I was totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt;. I had to leave my friends, my life and my everything in Singapore. I had to start all over again in Shanghai. I had to adapt to everything there. New school, new friends and new environment. I couldn't accept it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me fast forward and move on the days when Im in Shanghai. I came to BISS and thats where i knew darling. I did have some friends in BISS but the friendship could never be compared to what I had back home. We were all from different countries and could never be that close to share everything. I had a friend, June where i would go out with him on occasions. Hes korean and i hate the onion smell on him. The last time i met up with him was last April and hes gone now. Back to his country i think. He didnt even tell me. No one knows where he is now. I was kicked out of BISS because of my attendance and I went to Rego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to know some friends in Rego but I don't even contact them now. They love stuffing shit in their brains so I wouldn't go anywhere near them. Guess we wouldn't even keep in contact after our high school and we would go separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i aint got a strong friendship in my high school life but Ive got strong bonds with friends like Yh, Eddie, Reeve and those from 3/10. I treasure the friendship and a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thanks to those who still remember me as a friend. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-8615316201627573547?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/8615316201627573547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=8615316201627573547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/8615316201627573547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/8615316201627573547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-still-cant-sleep-guess-i-wouldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-6708302457502120346</id><published>2007-06-06T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T04:19:54.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; so fucked. I intended to sleep at 2am and now its 4.16am and i still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; sleep. :( i laid on the bed reading my history stuff till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; tired and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; i off the lights i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; sleep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; almost all set for the history exam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;. Done all my reading and memorising but i still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; sleep. Intended to wake up at 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; to continue but i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; sleep. Got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mechanics&lt;/span&gt; and business studies examinations on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt; so i need more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sleeeeeeep&lt;/span&gt;. :( Sigh. I guess its the red bull+ coffee + sport drinks that made me so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;energetic&lt;/span&gt;. So people, if you want late nights, try it. Your mind wouldnt stop thinking. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-6708302457502120346?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/6708302457502120346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=6708302457502120346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/6708302457502120346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/6708302457502120346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-so-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-5785026353093335908</id><published>2007-06-05T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:28:42.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examinations Stressssssssssssss</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my mum about my future just now. Where i want to stay and what i want to be in the future. I told her i wanted to stay in Shanghai and I wanted to go to an international school to be a teacher. She asked me to complete my high school education first before deciding what i want to be and what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gonna study for my universities. I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know how i would do for my exams. She said there are so many jobs available when I grow older and that maybe i could get a better than being a teacher in an international school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A teacher here gets a salary of 26,000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(S$5200) which is much higher than the average amount of office worker both in Singapore and Shanghai. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a bad deal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;afterall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, that isn't my point of this entry. I was in the toilet shitting just now and was thinking. Why do some people work so little hours and do some little work but get so high salary? on the other hand, the yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; man work so long hours and do so much hard work and get such low salary. Yeah, its the amount of education one received right? Once someone makes a mistake when hes young and decide not to study, he would have to slog for the rest of his life. While people who makes the right decision or have a better family background when they are young would have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to sit in his office and maybe play with computer games all day. Its the degree that counts :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never fair and the fucking sad thing is that i have to accept it. :( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;COMMUNISM ROCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHEERS TO MAO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; DONG AND KARL MARX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything would be fair in an communist country. Someone bring Mao back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;PS: Please, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just kidding. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; put me behind bars, President Bush and Mr Lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-5785026353093335908?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/5785026353093335908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=5785026353093335908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5785026353093335908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5785026353093335908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/06/examinations-stressssssssssssss.html' title='Examinations Stressssssssssssss'/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-6613757895273186638</id><published>2007-06-05T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T15:14:27.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I needddd to concentrateeeeeeee......... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 papers tmrrrrrrrr. 25 hrs from now...... i guess i could only sleep for 5 hrs and study 20 hours from now on...... Damn it Weimar Republic and Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 2pm and Im free once again. WEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-6613757895273186638?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/6613757895273186638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=6613757895273186638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/6613757895273186638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/6613757895273186638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-needddd-to-concentrateeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-2862123927483320387</id><published>2007-06-05T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:19:38.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sick again =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs were weak when i met up with darling just now. No, i didnt stuff my brain with shit this time. Im really sick. History is on wednesday and Im sick now. Lady Luck isn't with me:( Slept 4 hrs just now and I have to start studying now. Cant play UNO with yh anymore. LOL. I need to have self disciplinee........ Gonna leave the computer alone and start studying till daylight~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEIL HITLER~!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-2862123927483320387?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/2862123927483320387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=2862123927483320387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/2862123927483320387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/2862123927483320387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-sick-again-my-legs-were-weak-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-7115570811702033430</id><published>2007-06-04T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:02:56.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4th June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year and 3 months! Been so long (: We're going out tonight to celebrate it perhaps. Ha. Nothing much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eating yang rou chuan outside my estate yesterday night and a young couple came to eat in a car. The young lady is pretty and pregnant and the young man is decent looking. They drove over to eat yang rou chuan and everytime i see such young Shanghainese couple, i always envy them. Especially when the wife is pregnant. Both of them must have a decent paying job as they could a car and probably a house. I really envy such couples. So sweet and happy together. Hopefully i could be like them someday. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-7115570811702033430?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/7115570811702033430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=7115570811702033430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/7115570811702033430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/7115570811702033430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/06/4th-june-2007-1-year-and-3-months-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-7395554484242286508</id><published>2007-05-31T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:01:00.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, i went out with darling today as she went to make pizza with her school kids. She made one for me but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; eat it as it was cold already so ill have it as lunch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;. Walked around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carrefour&lt;/span&gt;, bought some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tidbits&lt;/span&gt; to eat while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; studying and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; moving to a new estate really soon. Maybe before we go back to Singapore. We'll be looking at new houses this weekend but it seems that my parents already have a estate in mind, so i guess, ill be moving there really soon. Well, the reason my parents are terminating the contract and moving early is because the security guards are telling everyone my dog bites. Even the water delivery man who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; a worker here knows about it. And today, i was outside my estate and i flagged down a taxi and the security guard from my estate just simply shouted across the road to ask for the taxi. The taxi just drove off and went into my estate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe the taxi driver is thinking those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;angmohs&lt;/span&gt; from my estate would go to further places than an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this is a problem that is happening not only in China but all around the world. Asians seems to feel inferior to the Westerners. The Westerners would look down on Asians and Westerners always get more benefits than Asians. I thought it would happen in an international school. Teachers would be bias against Asian students and English would always get more benefits although, they pay the same amount of school fee to the school. I talked to my Dad about this problem and he said even he would get the same treatment in his company. The westerners always get better treatment and Asians get looked down upon. Even if, my Dad holds a bigger position than some of the Westerners, the Chinese do not respect my Dad as much they respect the Westerners. Some people just need to change this mindset that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ANGMOHS&lt;/span&gt; are richer than Asians and they are always better than Asians. I saw the news yesterday that an Chinese scored full marks in the American SAT. Wow, I think hes the first guy to ever score full marks in SAT. Its so hard and English &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; even their native language. SEE! Asians are much smarter than Westerners. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BTW&lt;/span&gt;, from my experience, most westerners, are so lousy in their Maths. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Theres&lt;/span&gt; a English guy in my old school who couldn't even do simple maths sum like 30% x 1500= ??? I did Business Studies and occasionally, we need to do maths sum like these and both the teacher and the student cant do these much. Surprise isn't it. Even teachers cant do them. SO, if you have this mindset that Westerners are much better than Asians, CHANGE YOUR MINDSET. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Westerners in Shanghai would feel they're in heaven. They could ride motorbikes around Shanghai even without a plate and even license. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;persuading&lt;/span&gt; my parents to get me a bike with real licsense plate and i could drive it into the central district. If they allow to buy me one, i would get a bike similar to the one below. Of course it must be new and nicer. I could only find this picture as I dont know what it is called. The genuine license plate would cost 50,000RMB, S$10,000 as i could sell it in the future. It could be converted into a car plate's license and its something like COE in Singapore. And the bike would cost around 20,000RMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/Rl7Z9UH9gJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/koXiw2DBc-I/s1600-h/3024240164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070729877863104658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/Rl7Z9UH9gJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/koXiw2DBc-I/s320/3024240164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I used to own a bike like this but now its gone. :( I bought it second hand and the license plate isnt geniune. Well, its a real deal, as in not a fake motorbike, it could go up to 120km/hr but the fastest i went was 80km/hr as I didnt have my helmet on and my eyes hurt when the wind blew against my face. And obviously, i still wanted my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/Rl7bTkH9gKI/AAAAAAAAACA/dFWkHSCTTUs/s1600-h/04dc5109c602a125504224418a75e20d_092040.jpg_sum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070731359626821794" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="59" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/Rl7bTkH9gKI/AAAAAAAAACA/dFWkHSCTTUs/s320/04dc5109c602a125504224418a75e20d_092040.jpg_sum.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I changed my blogskin as well because the previous one was fucked up. Everything wasnt in order when i tried to edit something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-7395554484242286508?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/7395554484242286508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=7395554484242286508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/7395554484242286508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/7395554484242286508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/alright-i-went-out-with-darling-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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/_g4TBIYB5s24/Rl7Z9UH9gJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/koXiw2DBc-I/s72-c/3024240164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36073785.post-1263114878012978815</id><published>2007-05-30T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:01:00.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RlzyVaw8dZI/AAAAAAAAABo/9H353LlrkHg/s1600-h/SIAA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070193730288121234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RlzyVaw8dZI/AAAAAAAAABo/9H353LlrkHg/s320/SIAA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOY/XUE SONG JEROME &lt;br /&gt;2.  SQ825     WE18JUL  PVGSIN HK1   1430 1945           &lt;br /&gt; 3.  SQ836     SU29JUL  SINPVG HK1   1655 2215     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess darling and i have to go to Shandong in August. Sorry :( Blame my sister for wanting to come twice so I cant go back early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-1263114878012978815?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/1263114878012978815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=1263114878012978815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1263114878012978815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1263114878012978815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/loyxue-song-jerome-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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/_g4TBIYB5s24/RlzyVaw8dZI/AAAAAAAAABo/9H353LlrkHg/s72-c/SIAA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36073785.post-396465921265003524</id><published>2007-05-29T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:01:01.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From :&lt;br /&gt;Loy, William &lt;loy@***.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent :&lt;br /&gt;Monday, May 28, 2007 11:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;To :&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Loy &lt;*********&gt;, jerome.loy@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Subject :&lt;br /&gt;Letter to Windsor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a tabindex="1" href="javascript:S("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a tabindex="2" href="javascript:S("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="G('/cgi-bin/getmsg?msg=61B941E9-8036-42D2-997A-D1532C2E5E4D&amp;mfs=&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;_HMaction=move&amp;tobox=00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000002&amp;amp;direction=next&amp;wo=');return false;" tabindex="2" href="http://by130fd.bay130.hotmail.msn.com/cgi-bin/getmsg?msg=61B941E9-8036-42D2-997A-D1532C2E5E4D&amp;start=0&amp;amp;len=44387&amp;msgread=1&amp;amp;imgsafe=y&amp;curmbox=00000000%2d0000%2d0000%2d0000%2d000000000001&amp;amp;a=c4a9ee4e33846347ef4b1d3e961d20127783e7ef6a2546878605daa5fb#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:HM(" curmbox="00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000001')&amp;quot;"&gt;Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://by130fd.bay130.hotmail.msn.com/cgi-bin/getmsg?&amp;msg=61B941E9-8036-42D2-997A-D1532C2E5E4D&amp;amp;start=0&amp;len=44387&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;mimepart=5&amp;curmbox=00000000%2d0000%2d0000%2d0000%2d000000000001&amp;amp;a=c4a9ee4e33846347ef4b1d3e961d20127783e7ef6a2546878605daa5fb8258f6&amp;vscan=scan"&gt;Windsor28thMay2007.doc&lt;/a&gt; (0.03 MB)&lt;br /&gt;This is the letter I sent to Windsor to complaint about their management. Finally Tiny has grown up, hurray !! &lt;&lt;windsor&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i received this email from my dad this morning and got reminded about the incident that happened on saturday while i was out with darling. Currently Shanghai is changing the gas to natural gas which i dont really know the difference. Anyway, the workers wanted to come to work on the pipes in my house's backyard. My parents told the workers not to come as they're going out and its pretty obvious its private property and when the owner tells the workers NOT to come, they dont. My parents returned from lunch and let the dogs out to the garden to pee and my German Shepard pounched on one of the workers and bit his back. LOL. My dog never bit anyone before and its quite surprising so my dad said Tiny(my dog's name) has grown up. The worker wanted compensation and my dad said he would pay for medical fees and it was 300RMB. The worker asked for medical fees(2500) and a month's pay as he claimed that he cant work. It totalled up to 4000RMB. Of course, my dad wouldnt pay him so much and the mangement threatened to call up the police which they eventually did. The mangement claimed to the police that the worker didn't come into my house and the garden wasn't ours. They did issue a letter to every resident that we can't go into people's garden without the owner's permission. The worker even threatened to see my dad in court when my dad refused to pay the amount. LOL. My dad got escorted to the police station in a police car and finally agreed to pay 1700RMB. My dad said its the first time he sat in a police car in 50 years of his life. hahahahaha. So my dad is writing in to the head office of my estate's mangement and we're moving out this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a picture of my DOG. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/Rlu496w8dYI/AAAAAAAAABg/F7GegZFhA4g/s1600-h/CAMVKT23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069849179421701506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/Rlu496w8dYI/AAAAAAAAABg/F7GegZFhA4g/s320/CAMVKT23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-396465921265003524?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/396465921265003524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=396465921265003524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/396465921265003524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/396465921265003524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/from-loy-william-sent-monday-may-28.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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/_g4TBIYB5s24/Rlu496w8dYI/AAAAAAAAABg/F7GegZFhA4g/s72-c/CAMVKT23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36073785.post-1660972139365802338</id><published>2007-05-27T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:01:01.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went fishing again with the 'pro uncles' today. I thought fishing means just throwing the bait into the lake and wait for fishes to come. The uncle brought a bag of 'bait' and he filled a can with the 'bait' and lowered it into the water. Then he told me its something to attract the fishes. You have to fry wheat, rice wine and blah blah blah.. I don't really know what the ingredients are as hes speaking in shanghai dialect. He helped us put the earthworm onto the hook and we started to wait. Waited soooo long and finally felt something. I pulled it up and it was a LOBSTER. :P a small one infact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RlmVQaw8dXI/AAAAAAAAABY/D4SioYP-HIA/s1600-h/fishiing+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069246964877260146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RlmVQaw8dXI/AAAAAAAAABY/D4SioYP-HIA/s320/fishiing+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RlmVD6w8dWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o-wLrryLFaI/s1600-h/fishiing+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069246750128895330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RlmVD6w8dWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o-wLrryLFaI/s320/fishiing+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. Just caught a lobster and no fishes. LOL. The uncle said lobsters are much harder to catch. Just i just skipped a step, no fishes but a lobster. The uncles even caught a jia yu(its something like a turtle), its quite big though. Guess ill catch one someday. :) Btw, fishing is so tired, i went home yesterday and collapsed on the bed and slept till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promised to study this week so ill start studying today. :P Darling, my week starts on a mondayyy. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-1660972139365802338?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/1660972139365802338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=1660972139365802338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1660972139365802338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1660972139365802338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/went-fishing-again-with-pro-uncles.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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/_g4TBIYB5s24/RlmVQaw8dXI/AAAAAAAAABY/D4SioYP-HIA/s72-c/fishiing+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36073785.post-3922971931781550966</id><published>2007-05-26T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:01:00.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FISHING~</title><content type='html'>Alright. I went fishing today but only after going so much yuan wang lu. We went to a place recommended by darling's school bus driver and its so far from the city area. Its such a different experience. The place looks so 'not shanghai'. Well, we finally reached the destination after a hard time waiting for a taxi. The place is like a farm where they grow vegetables and theres a small pond in the middle of no where. Saw a few people fishing with their own fishing rods. DAMN. Thats when we start to suspect we have to bring our own fishing rods. We asked one of the uncles there and yes fuck, we have to bring our own fishing rods. We looked at the people fish for a bit and it started to rain so we have to go. Walked quite a bit before we found a taxi and we decided to go singing. :( Yes i thought that was the end of fishing trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go a park behind darling's university to look at the fishing rods and I bought my OWN fishing rod. :P Bought some earthworms and went to the park to fish. It was almost 4.30 when we settled down fishing and the park closes at 6. Yes it was my first time fishing in a lake where there are trees around and when i threw my fishing rod out, i hit the tree. :P The fishing lines were caught by the tree brunches and i couldnt get it out. A kind man came over in a boat and offered to help me 'free' the lines. Before helping, he said, 'diao yu hai shi diao shu'. wtf. it was so embarrasing. i continued fishing and i thought i caught a fish and when i tried to pull it up, it was so fucking heavy. I thought it must be shark to be so fucking heavy. I pulled it up and.. no it wasn't a shoe, it was a fucking rubbish bag full of water in it. Sigh, yi chang huan xi yi chang kong. We dabao and went out of the park as it was closing empty handed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the fishing shop and saw a shanghainese man buying loads of fishing bait and glowing lights. I asked him where to fish at night and he said its in the university. Darling studied there for 4 years and never realised people fishing inside the school. He gave us some tips and asked if we wanted to join him. We went with him and saw him with another friend fishing with those 'professional' fishing rods. The fishes they caught were so big and were 2-3kg. He invited us to fish with him but too bad, we threw the earthworms away and their baits wouldnt be suitable for my fishing rod. Looked at them fish for a while and we went to have our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that he fishes there every weekend so i would go to fish with them tomorrow and they offered to give me some fishing lines that were more suitable. Hope i could learn something new from them tomorrow and go 'professional' like them some day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-3922971931781550966?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/3922971931781550966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=3922971931781550966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3922971931781550966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3922971931781550966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/fishing.html' title='FISHING~'/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-7129837378417771058</id><published>2007-05-25T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:51:01.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck LAR. I took the taxi home just now after sending darling home and i gave the driver a hundred dollar note. It was ￥23 and i got ￥77 change. When i reach home, i took another look at the 50 dollar note. It looks so strange. The color looks so dark and the quality of the paper is so different. I showed my dad and he said its fake cause he had the same experience before. A taxi driver gave it to him before. Damn. My dad asked me to give it to the Yang Rou Chuan man outside but darling said no. Haha. I think ill ask my driver to change it for me. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-7129837378417771058?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/7129837378417771058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=7129837378417771058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/7129837378417771058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/7129837378417771058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/fuck-lar.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-3317636642994703564</id><published>2007-05-25T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:01:02.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RlZ0K6w8dVI/AAAAAAAAABI/TRNxFs1G-jA/s1600-h/2181911990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068366161574131026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RlZ0K6w8dVI/AAAAAAAAABI/TRNxFs1G-jA/s320/2181911990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOSQUITOES. DAMN. They mark the start of summer. :( Summer in Shanghai is so scary. The air is so hot. Even if you dont stand under the sun, you would still sweat. Imagine how hot it is. Mosquitoes and houseflies are everywhere. I went to back to singapore for 2 weeks and went to xiamen 3 weeks last summer and stayed home the rest of the summer last year. I think ill just do the same this year. Hide in my air-conditioned room all day or go out with darling. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darling found another good place for fishing. Its 16rmb a kg for fishes you fish but its free if you dont catch any. Gonna get prepared to go out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Du4JkpR6iNg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a film of a true story about a boy struggling with his forbidden love. I found it on youtube.com today and its really interesting and touching.  Enjoy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-3317636642994703564?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/3317636642994703564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=3317636642994703564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3317636642994703564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3317636642994703564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/mosquitoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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/_g4TBIYB5s24/RlZ0K6w8dVI/AAAAAAAAABI/TRNxFs1G-jA/s72-c/2181911990.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36073785.post-6715641541340315687</id><published>2007-05-24T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:15:52.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. I was in the car a few days and my driver told me a new shocking traffic rule. No horns within the central area in Shanghai. I find it soooooooo funny but its actually good in a way. Some drivers here are so irritating that they horn at any small issue. But the bad thing is that i might get knocked down easier if they dont horn. LOL. My driver even told me that the police would use 'horn detectors' to track down drivers. Waste of resources....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're going to fish at a park this weekend. :) HEHE. Reeve, I cant grow carrots for you but i can catch some fishes for you. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-6715641541340315687?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/6715641541340315687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=6715641541340315687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/6715641541340315687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/6715641541340315687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/httpnews.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-5837162101067334271</id><published>2007-05-22T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:09:10.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Business studies is overrrrrrrrrrrr. Ill have two weeks till the next exam. four more papers and im done with this yearrr. when i was on the way to school today, i was thinking what was i doing this whole year. It has been a year. I went back to school last september and went on random days. then my parents went to europe and i missed school all the while. after that i left BISS and spent the christmas in singapore. Started school again in january and then it was chinese new year. Holidays again and then i went back to school and it was the end of march so soon. Holidays once again after my birthday and then now here i am left with four more papers to go till the end of my year 12 education. Time flies so fast. Bu zhi bu jue de, wo you lao le yi sui. Whatever, gonna go enjoy my life for a for a few days before settling down to study once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-5837162101067334271?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/5837162101067334271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=5837162101067334271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5837162101067334271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5837162101067334271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/business-studies-is-overrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-5386013778553654972</id><published>2007-05-21T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:33:57.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PURE MATHS IS OVER. thank god. I think i did ok in the C1 but not C2. =( C2 is so freaking hard. I spent more time daydreaming than actually working on the paper cause i just cant do the questions. Im sorry darling :( I dont know whether its just me that think so or what. I left right after examinations and didnt talk to anyone except for my maths teacher who is bald now.  He says its better to be bald for summer. LOL. maybe thats why scott chew had that hairstyle. I overheard another Korean saying that hes gonna fail both papers to the teacher. LOL. I thought all Koreans are fanatasic in Maths. Maybe hes an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business paper 1 tomorrow and Ill have another two weeks off exams. Think i would prepare for the papers much earlier this time round so that i wouldnt be so stressed up the last few days. Darling told me about a farm in SongJiang. Its cheap to rent a room overnight which includes lunch and dinner. Think we would go there sometime soon because i could FISH there. =P im so in love with fishing now though im not good at it. Practice makes perfect. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so in love with Shanghai now. YANG ROU CHUAN!!! Cant get it anywhere in Singapore. I could just walk out of my estate and get a xin jiang ren selling bbq stuff. Summer is coming so summer holidays are coming too! That means im going back to Singapore soon and then a holiday with darling to Shandong. :) 3 more weeks till all my exams are over!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-5386013778553654972?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/5386013778553654972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=5386013778553654972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5386013778553654972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5386013778553654972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/pure-maths-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-3624924445448813597</id><published>2007-05-21T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:36:38.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are starting in an hour and a half and i am only only 7/8 prepared for it. Im taking two maths papers and i am only prepared for one and 3/4 for the other. I think ill need to retake it either in singapore or nov here. DAMN. I hate myself for not preparing for it earlier. It always happens to me. Im screwed. Maths is my weakest subject probably because of Ms Pok and all the maths teachers i ever came across. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to brush up on my Maths this summer!!! God bless me on all my examinations. I love you Jesus :) and darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-3624924445448813597?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/3624924445448813597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=3624924445448813597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3624924445448813597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3624924445448813597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/exams-are-starting-in-hour-and-half-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-465538143376607293</id><published>2007-05-20T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:01:02.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is such a wonderful thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Love is such a wonderful thing. Im so blessed ive found my true love. Yes its you. Michelle Liu Xiao Yi. On the night of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4th March 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, both of us are standing along Huang Pu Jiang and I hugged you for the first time. Thats when both of us started to walk this long journey. We enjoyed so much every holiday we went and every weekend that we went out. I know you endured so much of me especially the time when i was with those group of friends. You never left me and never gave up on me for once. You really touched my heart darling. You always understand me and give me support no matter what decision I make. You would make a perfect wife and mum. You are more than a girlfriend to me. you're my guardian who would lead me to the right path in life and you're the one who would brighten up my everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry I disappoint you at times and especially during that period of time. Everything is fine now. Our love is stronger and no one could take it away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you darling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RlBrtqw8dUI/AAAAAAAAABA/BjSvAnMd6gI/s1600-h/32067942749989l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066668013109671234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/RlBrtqw8dUI/AAAAAAAAABA/BjSvAnMd6gI/s320/32067942749989l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-465538143376607293?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/465538143376607293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=465538143376607293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/465538143376607293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/465538143376607293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-is-such-wonderful-thing.html' title='Love is such a wonderful thing.'/><author><name>Jerome</name><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/_g4TBIYB5s24/RlBrtqw8dUI/AAAAAAAAABA/BjSvAnMd6gI/s72-c/32067942749989l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36073785.post-4685827616638807906</id><published>2007-05-20T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T19:38:20.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5.20</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgQ8yw_5jHM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgQ8yw_5jHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th May/5.20 5.20 means 我爱你. I miss darling so much. Well, i dont know why i thought of this song but its one of my favourite childhood tv shows. Darling told me about the farm in Songjiang and i think we would be going after my exams or maybe before my exams. Ive got 2 maths papers tomorrow and a business paper on tuesday and i would be free for 2 weeks till another papers kick in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been thinking what to do during my holidays since my computer broke down and i wouldnt be playing any computer games. Im thinking of getting a job but who would want someone who could only work a month. Gonna continue studying for now. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-4685827616638807906?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/4685827616638807906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=4685827616638807906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4685827616638807906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4685827616638807906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/520.html' title='5.20'/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-443532474225455318</id><published>2007-05-18T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T10:56:30.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are just round the corner and i really need to start studying. Dont want to elaborate on what I've been doing this week. I've been having some misunderstandings with darling this week and i am really sorry about it. I know im in the wrong. I should have cared more for you and spent more time with you. Im sorry darling..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-443532474225455318?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/443532474225455318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=443532474225455318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/443532474225455318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/443532474225455318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/exams-are-just-round-corner-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-6184392441818093020</id><published>2007-05-11T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T12:21:57.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want my normal life back and yes, it would be back. NO LATE NIGHTS, NO DAY-DREAMING,NO GAMES AND NO... *ahem* I want to meet darling every friday night and saturday like usual. Everything would be back to normal. I really need to concentrate on my studies this time round. Starting from today. Ill meet darling later tonight and tmr. Concentrate on my studies during weekdays and lead a normal and usual life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-6184392441818093020?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/6184392441818093020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=6184392441818093020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/6184392441818093020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/6184392441818093020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-want-my-normal-life-back-and-yes-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-1764206546729743398</id><published>2007-05-09T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:52:59.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really know how to describe my feelings now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so confused. After going through so much of life, i really wonder what i would if i could turn back time. Would i choose to try it or not? Had i gained life experience or had i just been silly? What exactly have i gained by trying it? Sometimes i feel some questions just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have an answer to it. Or maybe i had gained something which i did not realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything is over la. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; ponder over it anymore. Its the past now and ill just let it go. I just want to apologise to darling because she gave up so many things for me. So many sleepless nights and so much time waiting for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; glad things are over and the urge of stupidity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; come back to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how much darling cares for me and how blessed i am to have her. Perhaps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what i gained. Experience perhaps. Who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-1764206546729743398?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/1764206546729743398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=1764206546729743398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1764206546729743398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1764206546729743398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-really-know-how-to-describe-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-9005888392466737323</id><published>2007-05-06T06:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T06:31:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is happening to me? was it all an illusion or was it real? i cant believe it myself and no one could explain it. It seems so real to me but if i think twice, i cant even believe it. Sigh. Has it ruined my life? i cant believe all these are happening to me. Everything has changed. I just want my life back now. Hopefully everything would be fine soon. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-9005888392466737323?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/9005888392466737323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=9005888392466737323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/9005888392466737323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/9005888392466737323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-is-happening-to-me-was-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-5663276114535491885</id><published>2007-04-09T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T02:32:58.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im back from Hainan :( We enjoyed the trip so much that i hate to say im back. Well, I feel Hainan is so similar to Malaysia except for the beach. Everything is just so nice there. the sand, the water, the luxory hotels and the food. We ate so many meals and so much every meal, especially during dinner. The dinner we had is so special, we go do our own grocery in the market and we bring it the restuarant for them to cook it. You could buy anything you want and they would cook it. The seafood there is cheap compared to Singapore and Shanghai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres something particular which would make me remember for life i think. We went to the fishing farm on the second day as i felt in love with fishing ever since i fished at the people's park. The fishing farm we found from the internet was closed due to some reasons which i did not understand and the people directed us to another fishing farm which we do not know exactly where it was. Darling and i were asking the taxis drivers and the 'motor-taxis' drivers where the place was and no one knew where it was. While we were asking for directions, there was this old uncle in his sixties who came and said he knew where the farm was as he delivered coal to that place. He said if we didnt mind his 'trishaw', he could bring us there. Its an old trishaw which he used to deliver coal and we certainly didnt mind cause i just wanted to fish so badly. (hehe, sorry darling) The ride was about 20 minutes and he cycled us all the way up the mountains(obviously we came down when it was up the hills). But it was really tiring to bring us there when he didnt need to. When we reached the farm, i wanted to give him some money and surprisingly, he said theres no need for it. Like most of the people, he would decline the money when you give it to him. But after much struggle, i managed to put the money in his hand and walk away. Well, guess what he did. He just threw the money on the floor and wanted to ride away. Wow, thats like crazy. I cant imagine there is still such nice people in this world who would help others to such an extent with no intention of accepting any other benefits. Its really something everyone needs to learn from. I could tell you honestly, i would never ever help someone to such an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the next time we go to Hainan, I promise we would find him and treat him to something nice. Got holidays next week and i got some dvds just now. Was watching prison break just now and i guess im hooked on it. Its so exciting. Gonna go watch it now. Would update photos when i get hold of it. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-5663276114535491885?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/5663276114535491885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=5663276114535491885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5663276114535491885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5663276114535491885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back-from-hainan-we-enjoyed-trip-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-4769241556057619537</id><published>2007-04-02T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T22:55:49.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Myself</title><content type='html'>:) wow wonderful day. Im 19 already. I didnt go to this school this morning cause my mum thought i was on a holiday already. Met darling in the afternoon to have my lunch and we went down to pudong to catch a movie. forgot the title of the movie think its something like 8 streets down or something like that. the movie isnt that bad but it was really exciting. Wondered why we always watched movies where cops are trying to kill another 'good' cop because of corruption or some shit like that. The movie was good on the whole but really irritates me at some part because its too exciting and you want to know whats gonna happen next. Anyway, we went to have dinner at thai restuarant after that. The restaurant looks really fun to dine in because they got people from thailand to sing and dance while you eat. They might come to your table to irritate you for a bit and then go to the next table but its really fun looking at them perform. They have a promotion which gives the a free cake if its your birthday. Ordered some thai food and intially they said we had to wait for half an hour for our cake and we didnt want to wait so we said forget it but when we called for the bill, they said they would give us the cake now. The 'performers' came to our table and sang a song for us. People around us are laughing like we are some sort of clown but its really fun. Took a picture of us and said they would send it to me. I wonder what my parents would say if they saw the picture but i feel its even better for them to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a wonderful 19th birthday and its my second birthday that i spent with darling. Yay, We're going to Hainan on wednesday~ Cant wait for wednesday to come. Got to go through a day of hard work at school and its all over. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-4769241556057619537?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/4769241556057619537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=4769241556057619537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4769241556057619537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4769241556057619537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-to-myself.html' title='Happy Birthday to Myself'/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-4388950955916710768</id><published>2007-03-25T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:23:55.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn it i cant view blogs again. fuck. My phone broke down again~ Cant contact darling now. We had some misunderstanding last week but its fine now. Cant wait for the Hainan trip. 8 more days and ill be 19. Time passes so fast. Its like yesterday when I just went into unity and its like this morning that i first came to Shanghai. Maybe time would fly so fast that Ill wake up tmr morning as a father. How nice would that be if i could fast forward time and everything goes so smoothly the way i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I duno what im blogging about either if you dont know what im saying. Good night for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-4388950955916710768?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/4388950955916710768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=4388950955916710768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4388950955916710768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4388950955916710768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/03/damn-it-i-cant-view-blogs-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-8407622035786709672</id><published>2007-03-19T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:14:00.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well the new school which ive been to for like 3 months is fine . I still have the 'good student' image among the teachers i suppose unless the teachers here know the teachers from BISS(my previous school). Teachers and students are fine here except for someone that really irritates me so bad. Common rooms are for resting and working during free periods in between lessons so that students could have time in school to rest and finish their homework in my concept of common rooms. Its not for someone to talk pointlessly for like an hour non stop. Well, theres this girl from another class who is German but grew up in England i think. Her dad works in the school as a normal class teacher. She keeps talking about her 'clubbing life' and her life outside of school to anyone she sees in the common room. She always say how much she spent and how drunk she was last weekend. She could spend up to like 2000kuai which is 400sing each weekend and dont even have money for lunch. And apparently her dad is a teacher who earns 26000rmb a month. How the fuck is she gonna spend 2000 a weekend unless shes fithy rich which i dont think she is. Its not that im trying to laugh at her for not being rich but why must she act like shes fucking rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling made me a birthday cake today but i cant go get it because i got loads of work to finish. Im so sorry darling. Im gonna sleep for now good nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-8407622035786709672?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/8407622035786709672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=8407622035786709672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/8407622035786709672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/8407622035786709672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-new-school-which-ive-been-to-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-2596330346912097444</id><published>2007-03-17T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T04:32:10.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright alright ill blog. Nothing much happening to me for the past few weeks. Had two maths exams earlier on but missed one of them because I was sick. Took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mechinics&lt;/span&gt; 'test' last week and i would probably get really high grades because we were given the answers to study a week before the exam. The teacher is really cunning. He gave the rest of the class the mock exam before i came and everyone failed it except for one or two smarter ones. I think he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know how to deal with the principal when the principal sees the report card so he gave us the answers and said it would be a good practice and he would put the higher marks in the report card. Naturally, everyone studied and would obviously score high grades so the principal would think hes a really good teacher when he sees our report card. What i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; understand is that, why there are such lazy people in this world. Even with the answer booklet, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; even study for it. They might give excuses not having enough time, probably because they went clubbing all week but how is it possible for someone to not even be able to answer a single question when given the answer booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HaiNan&lt;/span&gt; is confirmed and air tickets are booked. 4 April, 2 days right after my birthday. Hotel room is booked as well. Bet we would have a really fun time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HaiNan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, I quit online gaming and have deleted my character. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; play anymore online games anymore as i need more time for my studies, girlfriend, family and my precious sleep. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; have time doing so much things when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; only in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt;. I must get my mind set on studies and my priories right so that i could have a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess Im on the right track now. Going to every class and have sufficient time for my gf. Alright, good night for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-2596330346912097444?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/2596330346912097444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=2596330346912097444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/2596330346912097444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/2596330346912097444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/03/alright-alright-ill-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-1918162942266752829</id><published>2007-02-26T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:01:03.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly felt like blogging cause I just miss darling so much. Time really flies. Ive already been in Shanghai for a year and 3 months. I knew darling for 1 year and 3 months and we've been together for almost a year. We went out every single day of this week last year. We met up for dinner everyday and both of us weren't getting enough of each other. I just wanted to meet her and nothing else. Guess she felt the same this time last year cause we didnt sleep well everynight and she didnt felt like going for tuition so we went out everyday. We shared so much the whole year and spent so much time together. I miss the times when we went out for holidays. We never left each other for days and weeks. We did everything together. This coming Sunday would be our 1 year anniversary. Guess we would have so much fun that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Our First trip out of Shanghai- Hangzhou&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/ReHINR1GkrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sTy76wZpuT4/s1600-h/IMGP0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035525988826911410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/ReHINR1GkrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sTy76wZpuT4/s320/IMGP0958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trip to Xiamen where we spent about 3 weeks together!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/ReHI4R1GksI/AAAAAAAAAAc/d79UfbT4NNk/s1600-h/IMGP1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035526727561286338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/ReHI4R1GksI/AAAAAAAAAAc/d79UfbT4NNk/s320/IMGP1028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Our Tip to my Hometown-Singapore~~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/ReHKix1GktI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Wh8FLZcQsws/s1600-h/26-12-06_1842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035528557217354450" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4TBIYB5s24/ReHKix1GktI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Wh8FLZcQsws/s320/26-12-06_1842.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats the three places we went out of Shanghai and all three of them left very deep memories in my heart..... Next place we are going would be Hainan and thats where my grandpa came from. Really looking forward to that. &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/36073785-1918162942266752829?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/1918162942266752829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=1918162942266752829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1918162942266752829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1918162942266752829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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/_g4TBIYB5s24/ReHINR1GkrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sTy76wZpuT4/s72-c/IMGP0958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36073785.post-4713853908584487452</id><published>2007-02-22T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T13:37:17.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im back. Its Chinese New Year now. Didnt go back to singapore and didnt visit any relatives here either. Only got red packets from my packets and no one else. Such a miserable Chinese New Year. Oh, I got a red packet from my estate as well but its just 20kuai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just celebrated Darling's birthday. It was really fun that day but it seems that our luck wasnt that good. We wanted to have durian pudding and we went to to a shop where they didnt have seats so we went to another branch of that shop and i think they just sold out the last piece because the people beside us just started eating it and they were sayiung the durian was so smelly and asked the waiteress to take it away. We went over to somewhere near Huang Pu Jiang and wanted to have the durian pudding there but we had to wait for an hour for a table. I saw this buffet which looks quite decent but darling didnt want to have it but gave in to me after some perusaion. The food wasnt that nice and didnt have a large variety. The lay out of the restaurant was really good. There was someone singing love songs and we had a sofa seat facing the river with a really nice scenery. Like i said earlier on, our luck wasnt that good and we got a table of old people beside us speaking loudly and it destroyed the whole ambience. Too bad for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still had a nice day afterall. Happy birthday darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-4713853908584487452?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/4713853908584487452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=4713853908584487452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4713853908584487452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/4713853908584487452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-3714283383214055908</id><published>2007-02-16T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T12:11:27.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day is over. Chinese New year is coming. I aint going to ha er bing anymore cause my sister got work to do. Thats really good news cause i could spend chinese new year and darling's birthday with her. Holidays are here and I aint got much to do these this holiday. First time spending Valentine's day with darling and we went to the the places we went the first time we went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to blog about cause nothing special happened. Its the first time I am spending Chinese New Year outside of Singapore where i have no other relatives. Its really strange because I wouldnt get any angbaos and I dont know whether my parents are giving me my angbaos in SGD or RMB. Haha. Or maybe they wouldnt even give me cause I cant deposit the money into my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I typed the blog last night but forgot to publish it as i went to pick my sister up from the airport. Gonna buy fireworks with my dad now bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-3714283383214055908?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/3714283383214055908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=3714283383214055908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3714283383214055908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/3714283383214055908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-5908040899653940118</id><published>2007-02-16T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:08:54.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0BaCaqojopg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0BaCaqojopg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you darling. Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-5908040899653940118?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/5908040899653940118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=5908040899653940118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5908040899653940118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/5908040899653940118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-you-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-8177295361121664283</id><published>2007-02-05T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:00:35.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lessons just ended and me next lesson is like an hour later.  Im in the common room with computers. Went out of school to smoke just now and saw the head master, my maths teacher and some other teachers smoking just outside of school. First time Ive seen a school where teachers smoke outside the school and even smile a student when he walks past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the mechinic teacher. Spent a hour yesterday doing his homework and when i came to school today, the rest of the class didnt do it because they knew this teacher would forget about it the next lesson and even if he does remember it, he wouldnt bother to check. I asked him how to do a simple question and he told me to draw the diagram in pencil or he wouldnt teach me. Damn. He could just answer my question and ignore my diagram cause it doesnt even matter the question i asked isnt really related to the diagram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy teachers in this new school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-8177295361121664283?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/8177295361121664283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=8177295361121664283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/8177295361121664283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/8177295361121664283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/02/lessons-just-ended-and-me-next-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-1571420035028376316</id><published>2007-02-04T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T04:25:31.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:) happy times once again. Its the 11th month we are together. Enjoyed myself very much today. Darling taught me how to do my maths today. haha. Shes a really good teacher. Thank you darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you so much now~~~~~ Slept for a while just now and just woke up. Gonna go back to sleep later, got lots of homework to do tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-1571420035028376316?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/1571420035028376316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=1571420035028376316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1571420035028376316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/1571420035028376316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-times-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-6807947878876627230</id><published>2007-02-01T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T18:31:36.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didnt blog for more than a month and haven talked to friends ever since i came back. My life isnt that good ever since i came back. Changed to a new school. Didnt get much trouble though. Teachers are worse than the British School as in they look and act really crazy. There are advantages and disadvantages to this new school. I can sign out when I dont have lessons, but i still need to go for assembly for stupid stuff like that. The teachers treat us like little kids and there seems to be a 'must give homework every lesson' rule. The teachers give us homework after every lesson they teach while in the british school, they only give work for weekends. Hmmm. Uniforms once again. I have to wear uniforms to school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my relationship, things havent been going on so smoothly ever since last week. I duno how to console you and how to tell you how much I love you. I want you to understand that it doesnt matter but I dont know how to make you believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New year is coming, valentine's day is coming, her birthday is coming and our 1 year anniversary is coming as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much darling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-6807947878876627230?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/6807947878876627230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=6807947878876627230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/6807947878876627230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/6807947878876627230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2007/02/didnt-blog-for-more-than-month-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116672443868945030</id><published>2006-12-22T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:07:18.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss darling so much now. Shes coming on saturday and we would have so much fun in singapore. :) Cant sleep and got nothing to do now. Spent the day with eddie and some other friends. Watched them played pool and they came to my house after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is boring with darling. Miss you so much. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116672443868945030?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116672443868945030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116672443868945030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116672443868945030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116672443868945030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-miss-darling-so-much-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116627907117364135</id><published>2006-12-16T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:24:31.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had two happy weeks. Had ice-creams at swenson. Buy 1 get 2 free. HAHAHHA. I think its because the weather is getting really cold so the ice cream is really cheap. The weather is cold these two weeks. I was like shivering at night even though i wore a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th is coming. Yay. I know we are gonna enjoy this holiday. Cant wait to go back and meet with you guys. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116627907117364135?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116627907117364135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116627907117364135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116627907117364135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116627907117364135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-had-two-happy-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116558727850807549</id><published>2006-12-08T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T22:14:38.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Jerome,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did very well on your English essay (B grade at IGCSE level) and ok on your reading comprehension (13/20) so we will be happy to have youattend school here.Please complete application form and send it to us asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Ruth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth FeyaertsDirector of Marketing and Admissions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116558727850807549?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116558727850807549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116558727850807549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116558727850807549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116558727850807549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/12/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116525087092196796</id><published>2006-12-05T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:47:51.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the 4th again. 9 months ago, I was with darling. We had both happiness and unhappiness together these 9 months. Lots of things happened to me and darling is with me everytime. Everytime i look back, it always bring a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would always look back at the happy times and laugh at them. :) I feel so carefree with darling. We talk about almost everything. there is nothing that we cant talk about. I feel so happy with darling. I love you darling. i really do. I dont mind all those that you said to me today. I really dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Im changing school. Bye bye to BISS , Eastwood, Scott and all the racist teachers of BISS. Hello to Rego International School(most probably my new school) Hopefully things wouldnt be as bad as how things were in BISS. Taking the entry test on wednesday. Wish me luck. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116525087092196796?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116525087092196796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116525087092196796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116525087092196796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116525087092196796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-4th-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116464199837493260</id><published>2006-11-27T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:39:58.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an unexpected day. 27th 28th November 2006. These two days almost changed my everything. Perhaps my future, my family and my life. I think the saying, chuan dao qiao tou zi ran zhi is quite true. Theres always a solution that would solve problems. I want to make my every decision together with darling from now onwards. I believe she has more sense than I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hated games but i love them and they ruined me. All i could say is she is the one for me and she is always there for me when i needed her. I love you darling. Thank you... She always motivated me, cheered me up and gave me sensible advise. I think the problem is partially solved now although its not fully solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you darling. I just read through every letter you wrote to me and Im so touched. Im so touched by what you said to me just now. Thank you for everything. I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116464199837493260?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116464199837493260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116464199837493260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116464199837493260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116464199837493260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-unexpected-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116454414546834926</id><published>2006-11-26T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:29:05.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomrrow is the 27th. It has been one year since I came to Shanghai. Im probably partying out there this time last year. I didnt want to come last year because I didnt know if i would adapt to the environment here and stuff like that. I didnt want to leave the place i lived in for the past 17 years. I liked what I had last year but I was wrong. I didnt know people needed changes and people needs to move on. They cant possibly stick around their teenage life all their life. Everyone has grown up and everyone moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me whether I regreted coming here. I would say no. I learned many things here. I learned to be more realistic and I learned how to be an adult. There are some things that you dont like and theres nothing that you can do about it so you have to grow with it and get over it. Ive learned what to say and what not say infront of others. These are things I think ive learned from BISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive learned how to care and protect the girl that you love. Ive learned to be more sensitive at times and not to say the things I shouldnt be saying. Although Ive learned these things, I still fail not to apply them when Im with darling. :) I feel so carefree when im with her. Ill forget all the unhappiness I have. :) i love you darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really doesnt wait for people. Im already 18 now the first time in unity seems like yesterday. I could still remember the happy times we had very clearly. I miss unity and my friends ive made from unity. Christmas is near and Im coming back with my darling. I guess we would have lots of fun together. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116454414546834926?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116454414546834926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116454414546834926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116454414546834926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116454414546834926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/11/tomrrow-is-27th.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116449837208937757</id><published>2006-11-26T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T07:46:12.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6186/4024/1600/916059/05-11-06_1555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6186/4024/320/943641/05-11-06_1555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha this is the funny poster we saw at the art exhibition a few weeks back. Uploaded some pictures into my computer and saw this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We collected darling's airtickets yesterday afternoon. :) Shes prepared for her trip to Singapore. Hehe. We were in a park and we saw some people sitting by a pond and fishing. It looks quite fun so I told darling i wanted to fish. We fished for about half an hour and catch three fishes. Haha. We let the fishes go after that because neither of us wanted to keep the fishes. I think the fishes wouldnt live long so no point in keeping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6186/4024/1600/555576/25-11-06_1426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6186/4024/320/801074/25-11-06_1426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tooked a train to Pudong after that which is the other side of Shanghai. Sat by Huang Pu River and we saw this ship going by with a very big board on it. One side of it is how to advertise on this screen and the other side is the screen. I took a picture when it was playing the advertisement of gatsby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6186/4024/1600/344997/25-11-06_1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6186/4024/320/678182/25-11-06_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept early last night so i woke up so early to blog. Happy birthday reeve anyway..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116449837208937757?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116449837208937757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116449837208937757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116449837208937757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116449837208937757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/11/haha-this-is-funny-poster-we-saw-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116419956846924641</id><published>2006-11-22T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:46:08.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first of all.. to yh: = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.  i have nothing to blog...... i only know my exams are just around the corner and i aint even prepared for anything. shit~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116419956846924641?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116419956846924641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116419956846924641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116419956846924641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116419956846924641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116411629094756221</id><published>2006-11-21T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:38:10.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just saw a message by stranger and it reminded me of something that happened today in school. Was having busines studies today and fat eastwood came into the class and talked to ms alback about some shit. when shes about to leave the room, she took a glance at me and said 'hi stranger' then giggled and left the room. BAI CHI. like that also song?~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116411629094756221?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116411629094756221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116411629094756221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116411629094756221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116411629094756221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-saw-message-by-stranger-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116398749880662354</id><published>2006-11-20T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T10:44:48.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~_~ Im school now and saw the same old white angmoh faces the moment i stepped into the school. Seeing westerners in shanghai is such a common thing. I see them everywhere. In my estate, out in the streets, school, cafes, internet cafes even in my dreams. I really really dislike them now. The moment i saw my form teacher, i was like eeeeeeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I logged into my game last night and realised some item and money were lost. I knew who did it and asked the only guy who had my password other than me on msn. He said no then i said ok fine. I knew he was lying obviously then he started saying that im accusing him and stuff like that. he took my items and i didnt even say much about it and there he was complaining. I then started a quarrel with him and then ignored him later because i was too tired and knew the quarrel wouldnt come to an end. Wouldnt go into details about the quarrel then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew what kind of person he was but didnt know he was to this extend. He thinks when he takes advantage of me and i just keep quiet, I wouldnt know and is really silly. So what if he grown up in the streets and is street smart? LOL maybe he really thinks hes that smart. Enough of him, i wouldnt mix with him anymore anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is so boring. Mondays are always half day for me and wednesdays are always off day for me. I would occasionally just pop in school for the whole day on mondays and wednesdays. I really serious need to quit gaming but i dont know why i couldnt~~ I cant help to double click on the game icon whenever im at home. I know its bad for me and im losing more than i gain in the game. Im wasting my time, my sleep and my studies and the only thing I gain is something would sparkle a quarrel with my darling~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go for lessons in 10 minutes. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116398749880662354?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116398749880662354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116398749880662354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116398749880662354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116398749880662354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-school-now-and-saw-same-old-white.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116394611240310180</id><published>2006-11-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:21:52.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe.. got well already. no more lao sai-ing.. finally~~  met up with darling these few days~~ some happy days we spent together.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooooooooo happy.. =) we walked around the parkson area today after dinner in circles but we still felt happy and kept joking around.  hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought something today~~~~~~~ will show you guys when im back~~~~ hehehe... gonna sleep soon. school tmr. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116394611240310180?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116394611240310180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116394611240310180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116394611240310180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116394611240310180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/11/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116385382719609266</id><published>2006-11-18T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T20:43:47.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im still getting the stomachache and i think its becoming worse. Had very bad gastric pain this afternoon which made me almost crying out in pain when i was in the taxi with darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have appeitite although i still feel hungry. There is like bubbles in my stomach and ass every now and then. Have been having this since yesterday morning.. I think ill sleep early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you darling for taking good care of mee. =) Muacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116385382719609266?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116385382719609266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116385382719609266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116385382719609266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116385382719609266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-still-getting-stomachache-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116379993286778485</id><published>2006-11-18T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T05:45:32.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arg... Lao sai the whole day and waking up so many times for the toilet surely doesnt feel good. Thats what im going through now.. Feeling so hungry and still kept shitting. Went out with darling yesterday to get her visa but i overslept and made her wait for very very long. Im sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 7+ yesterday night and just woke up with nothing to do now.. Im waiting for sunrise so i could go out to get something to eat. I think ill buy jian bing. hehe. Darling used to buy that for me for breakfast last time when I was still on her bus. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill go buy it now.. so damn hungry already. Bye..//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeksssssss~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116379993286778485?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116379993286778485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116379993286778485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116379993286778485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116379993286778485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/11/arg.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116351933231797449</id><published>2006-11-14T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:48:52.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 more weeks~~!!!! 4 more weeks till im going back home. And this time, Im going back with no worries and no unhappiness. Darling is going back with me :) When I went back during the summer holiday, i was pretty worried what darling would do during her free time. This time, shes going back with me and Im really happy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be darling's tour guide and bring her around singapore although i dont really know singapore well. We would have fun no matter what. =D she would meet mer who helped us a lot all along and darling would even be staying at her house. Thank you mermer. HAHHAAA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would go do her visa this thursday and wait for the day to come. Its really fast. :D Muacks. I love you darling~~~~~~~~~~ See you guys in 4 weeks time. MUHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116351933231797449?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116351933231797449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116351933231797449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116351933231797449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116351933231797449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/11/4-more-weeks-4-more-weeks-till-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116338253227312391</id><published>2006-11-13T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:02:56.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to the old life. School as usual and no late nights for games. No more going to the wangba during weekdays. :) My parents would be happy, teachers would be happy, she would be happy and I would be happy. Although games might give me happiness as well but the happiness and satisfaction I would get from my school and girlfriend is totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in school now waiting for lessons to begin and decided to blog. Damn. I cant read blogs here again in china but its alright. I could just log into our blogs and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my life wasnt all about games for the past three weeks. Darling came over to my house and we spent some time together although most of the time I fell asleep. We went over to the Arts museum on the 5th which was a Sunday. It was quite fun and the things that were exhibited were really interesting. Some of it was just plain messing around with technology but it was really fun. There were a few interesting posters that were put up which were really funny. I only had a picture of one which ill put up later tonight cause im in school now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shows a picture of the nike's tick then it wrote 'Impossible is nothing' and then the addidas signwith 'Just do it'. They did the same with Macdonalds and Kfc and some other popular brands that were rivals. There was this other interesting room that had mirrors all around the room. its really hard to explain it but its really fun. Hahaha.. And one more thing before I go.. I caught darling on screen~!!! Shes mine. Hehe. Only she knows what Im talking about. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116338253227312391?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116338253227312391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116338253227312391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116338253227312391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116338253227312391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-to-old-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116325100472469439</id><published>2006-11-11T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:16:44.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I regretted.. I really regretted.. I didnt know stuff would turn out like this.. Ive got a friend who himself was a life example of his girlfriend breaking up with him because of games and he told me to quit gaming.. I didnt listen. I didnt care. I was too addicted.. I didnt care about the feelings of the people around me.. I was selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt care about anyone's feelings.. All i care about was my game.. I was too into it. I slept during the day and played all night.. I know she wasnt happy about it and I didnt really care about her.. I thought the unhappiness would go away after sometime. I was wrong. Very wrong. I took her for granted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry darling... I would start going back to my life from tmr onwards. No more late nights. The game made me blind.. It made it leave the reality world. I was too into the cyber world... Im sorry darling.. I love you.. The moment i heard what you told me.. I couldnt control myself.. I felt like telling you im sorry and make you a promise but i didnt have the courage to do that because i disappointed you too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt dare to make another promise but actions speak louder than words.. I love you darling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116325100472469439?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116325100472469439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116325100472469439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116325100472469439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116325100472469439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-regretted.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116243194245174293</id><published>2006-11-02T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T09:45:42.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im Back. Hasn't been blogging for a long long time. Nothing much happened with my life except that i didnt go to school all week and that I went to Ningbo with my girlfriend last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The university isnt that bad except for its hostel. Its so damn small. A little room with a bed, toilet, tv and desk. Thats all. Theres not much walking space at all. Hopefully if i go there, they would allow me to rent a house myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt go school all week last week and Ive been either at the cybercafe or at home sleeping. Was really tired and I dont know why. Would usually sleep the whole day and go wake up in the middle of the night with nothing else to do. I know I neglected darling. I know she felt bad and I would really try to improve. I love you darling. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can view blogs again here so Ill continue updating. Love you darling. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116243194245174293?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116243194245174293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116243194245174293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116243194245174293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116243194245174293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116198799007822204</id><published>2006-10-28T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T06:26:30.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. okie. I can only view my own blog by looking at the preview bit so i would still carry on blogging. Damn. Hopefully it could be viewed once again. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing much these days. Sleep TV girlfriend. Boring life but its good without school. xD gonna sleep now. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116198799007822204?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116198799007822204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116198799007822204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116198799007822204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116198799007822204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/10/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116198781111141760</id><published>2006-10-28T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T06:23:31.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn. Something is wrong with blogspot again. I cant get into blogs again. DAMN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116198781111141760?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116198781111141760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116198781111141760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116198781111141760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116198781111141760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/10/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116171203157431625</id><published>2006-10-25T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T01:47:11.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling really sick today. Have a bad flu and a bit of sore throat. Its most probably due to the sudden drop in temperature. Might be because i didnt drink enough water and smoked too much. I dont know. Having a bad headache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt go to school today cause i didnt felt like going. Didnt felt like looking at the teachers. Ive send a email to Scott telling him Im sick and would be back when Im feeling better. Damn it. I wonder why I always get teachers that are fuckers named Scott. It was Scott Chew the botak back in unity who loves picking on me and now its Simon Scott the fatty who has a huge stomach like a 6month pregnant woman(im serious, no kidding) who loves picking on me as well. Gonna go see the doctor tmr and hopefully i wouldnt get the singaporean doctor who remembered me on my first visit because of ..... Hehe. Only my girlfriend know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept the whole day today because im tired+ sick. Talked to darling just now and she said she would come to my hse tmr. :) My parents would go to europe tmr for 18 days.  HEHEHE. But the sad thing is they only gave me 750rmb which is like 150sing and i gonna live with it for 18 damn days. :( I guess ill eat at home everyday to save the damn money. They left me with with two dogs to take care of. Damn. I hate the feeling of my dogs waking me up every morning just to let them go to the garden to pee. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna go to bed now and sleep the whole day tmr till darling comes. :D Anyway, Im feeling better already, guess ill just fucking bear with the racist teachers in school for now till i fucking get my AS level. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116171203157431625?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116171203157431625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116171203157431625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116171203157431625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116171203157431625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/10/feeling-really-sick-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116161384215748836</id><published>2006-10-23T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:30:42.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVab9-G-55g"&gt;Bad Day- Daniel Powter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the moment when needed the most&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves &amp; the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just ahead of the law&lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee you go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile &amp; you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down &amp;amp; you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the brink&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back &amp; you know&lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Oh you &amp; I&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just simply love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to my life? Hopefully its only gonna be a bad day and not a bad year for me. I dont know what happened to me or whats gonna happen to my life. I dont feel like going to school everyday cause i simply hate the teachers and people there. I know teachers would start commenting on my attendance again and my family would start blaming me. They know I hate this school and yet when i came up with an alternative, they say im trying to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a message earlier on and it all seems to start coming to me. All the bad things start happening to me. WTF is going on? I need a break. I really need a break to reconsider so many things. Everyone i know here seems to be throwing a question at me asking me to reconsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay one more year? Should I go to ningbo? Should I continue taking A2 Maths? Should I ...?I dont think i can take it anymore. Everything seems to go so well for me in others eyes. Does anyone really know what I want and what i really need? My parents dont know what I want. I tell them what I want but they just put my idea aside and go ahead with what they think is the best for me. My sister knew what i wanted and said i was just trying to escape from reality. Yes I admit im trying to escape from reailty but dont you know what kind of life im going through in school? You guys compare yourselves with me and tell its gonna be fine. Fuck it. We are in different environments and everyone have their own limitations. For me, I cant take it when I dont have a friend that i could click with in school and when my teachers aren't being fair to me.You tell me its only my point of view and tell me to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, Im telling you. I hand in my work on time and teachers are telling me it aint enough. STFU. Telling me I haven't put in enough effort and haven't been serious in my work. Im trying to work hard and there you are trying to demotivate me. If you feel I haven't been working hard then fuck yourself in the ass. At least im doing my work and I hand in my work on time.ARG. Fuck my life. FUCK BISS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116161384215748836?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116161384215748836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116161384215748836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116161384215748836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116161384215748836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/10/bad-day-daniel-powter-where-is-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116152291809587470</id><published>2006-10-22T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:15:18.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im so fucking full now. Just had japanese buffet with my parents and everytime i have japanese buffet ill be fucking full. Dont feel like doing my work now so i decided to blog first. I remember the last time i went for japanese buffet with my family was when my sister was still around. Shes in holland now and i know she miss all the good food that we're having here. Haha. Had a chat with my sister this afternoon and we were disucssing about my future. She said i should really consider whether i really want to go to ningbo because if i dont the school there i cant go any other university and a AS level is the highest qualitication that ill get. Shes said shes worried that i might not have the motivation to study anymore after my NS. NS is a waste of time ffs. Its 2 fuking years of my life. I can do so much things in that period of time. Sigh.. Too bad im a singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. This fucking korean in my class took my business folder home on thurs and didnt tell me that he took it till today when i msg him on msn. I didnt touch my bag since thurs so i didnt realise that the folder is gone. I left my homework in it and i was preparing to do it today. Damn, i got to cycle to his house and get it from him. Fucking idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. i realised i hate every foreigner here and i dont know why. Maybe its because i really hate being in this stupid school so i hate my teachers and my classmates. Luckily i have my girlfriend and a friend, sunny who would go to clubs and cybercafe with me.  Gonna go do my work now. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116152291809587470?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116152291809587470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116152291809587470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116152291809587470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116152291809587470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-so-fucking-full-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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-36073785.post-116145941517622738</id><published>2006-10-22T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T03:36:55.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yup, we managed to go to the zoo today afternoon. The weather wasn't good today in the morning, it was raining so heavily and I thought we couldn't make it. While we had lunch, it started raining again and I thought we cant go today. And darling said when she was younger, everytime she wanted to go to the zoo, it would be raining. Well, we still made it to the zoo and it was just down the road from my house, 10 mins walk. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zoo wasn't that bad and it didn't stink except for the elephant's bit. It was fun afterall. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some photos to update though I don't have much to update as both my camera and handphone was running outta battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6186/4024/1600/21-10-06_1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6186/4024/320/21-10-06_1607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6186/4024/1600/21-10-06_1607.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were feeding these monkeys with peanuts and they were really cute and smart. Haha. These monkeys are our favourites and we went to the zoo basically just to see these monkeys. Hehe. Don't ask me why. Its only between the two of us. The little monkeys were really cute. They would steal the food of the older monkeys and climb up the cage to prevent the older monkeys from catching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6186/4024/1600/21-10-06_1525.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6186/4024/320/21-10-06_1525.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this giraffe. Its really short compared to those Ive seen in Perth ages ago. Darling said giraffes now are much shorter than before because they don't need to eat from the tree as they are fed so they don't stretch so much. And giraffe's tongue is really digusting. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6186/4024/1600/21-10-06_1513.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6186/4024/320/21-10-06_1513.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what animal this is but managed to get a photo of it. They're eating apples and they're really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6186/4024/1600/21-10-06_1511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6186/4024/320/21-10-06_1511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the famous panda from China. Its really cute aint it? Its in a room with air conditioning on. Haha. Only pandas get air conditioning. I overheard someone saying that only pandas can get such good living conditions. Haha. Pandas are all from Sichuan China and they are already extinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6186/4024/1600/21-10-06_1500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6186/4024/320/21-10-06_1500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whats with this photo. My phone's camera is spoiled I think. My camera is still with darling and I would update more pictures when I get it from her. These are bears and they are really huge. We notice that every few minutes, they walk from a place to another and then stand up and look at the people. I don't know whether its trained to be like that or maybe its a battery operated bear. Haha. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6186/4024/1600/21-10-06_1537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6186/4024/320/21-10-06_1537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only managed to take a picture of this elephant's ass because its eating and its too smelly in there. We went in took a photo and we ran out. it really stinks in there. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Going to bed now. Have work to do tmr. Bye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36073785-116145941517622738?l=chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/feeds/116145941517622738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36073785&amp;postID=116145941517622738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116145941517622738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36073785/posts/default/116145941517622738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicles-of-jerome.blogspot.com/2006/10/yup-we-managed-to-go-to-zoo-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jerome</name><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>
