<?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-5891658</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:15:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conglomerate sassiness.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-2304771807910928897</id><published>2009-05-10T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:16:06.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't want it to rain. Its raining and thundering crazily outside now. The world is coming to an end, i swear!The lightning is terrifying. It must be God taking photographs of us now- thus the flashes. He's probably recording pictographically the carnage us humans have unleashed on the planet, and documenting the process of the end of the world. Oh i love rainy days.I hope nicholas, my brother,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/2304771807910928897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/2304771807910928897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2304771807910928897' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-850379596892751730</id><published>2009-05-07T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:45:20.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world is conspiring against me.My swimming costume, sunblock lotion, towel and goggles had been eagerly stuffed into my bag last night in anticipation of my diabolically awesome stop-turning-into-a-lipid-by-swimming plan that was supposed to start today. The skies thunderstorm-ed the morning away today to my despair.And my period decided that of all the days it could come, it would come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/850379596892751730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/850379596892751730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#850379596892751730' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-3782677034258354459</id><published>2009-05-03T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:57:57.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's sunday again.I wonder how most people feel on sunday evenings... when i was still in school, i would usually just be a confused lump of emotions on sunday evenings. I would feel satisfied because i had accomplished things through the week, excited because i would be going back to school the next day- a place which meant so much to me because of my friends, dance practices and the buzz of it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/3782677034258354459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/3782677034258354459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3782677034258354459' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-5472928304626650873</id><published>2009-04-21T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:08:00.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>superlatives</title><summary type='text'>SUPERLATIVES![suh-pur-luh-tiv, soo-]–adjective 1. of the highest kind, quality, or order; surpassing all else or others; supreme; extremeI hereby proudly present to you: My Life in Superlatives. My Life in SuperlativesThe two Most Plotting grandmas in the world.The Best perspective of all: The world is topsy-turvy but its alright because everything's a laugh with a good friend around.Ultimate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/5472928304626650873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/5472928304626650873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5472928304626650873' title='superlatives'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/Se3R1HWh6pI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CxXeYXBfNr0/s72-c/IMG_8302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-1724982470014450410</id><published>2009-04-12T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:06:21.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brash, Bold and Brazen.</title><summary type='text'>Two weeks of not having piano lessons makes me forget the harsh reality that my piano teacher is expecting me back next week with all my scales and whatnots memorized and perfected. oh cruel, cruel world. That aside, I HAD A WONDERFUL WEEKEND! Three reasons why i love the weekend:1. Nicholas gets out - when he's lucky2. I get to relax, unwind and enjoy 3. Relaxing and Unwinding with nicholas = </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/1724982470014450410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/1724982470014450410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1724982470014450410' title='Brash, Bold and Brazen.'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-5538899319068498853</id><published>2009-04-07T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:55:55.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I DID NOT BURN DOWN THE KITCHEN! :DI hereby declare myself awesommest person in the world!!!!(after oliver khan and jason mraz. and that more awesome ballroom dancer joannasomething i saw on youtube the other day.):DI have learnt to cook three dishes today! 1. Sesame chicken. MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm(: i am giving the look of bliss.2. Stir fried vegetables in garlic and yummy sauce3. Idiotproof pasta in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/5538899319068498853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/5538899319068498853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5538899319068498853' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-4146997505544404233</id><published>2009-04-06T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:27:29.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh i love my life right now. (:I just had lunch with my family at The Line at Shangrila and it was awesome! I swear i have never eaten so much in my life over one meal and i've amazed myself at being able to put away all that food somewhere in my body. Life has been exciting! Buzzing with action, with the few blank pockets of time just enough for me to soak in the fun and pamper myself. Life's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/4146997505544404233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/4146997505544404233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4146997505544404233' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-2066071195656006770</id><published>2009-03-23T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:00:49.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wear Sunscreen</title><summary type='text'>A very interesting song caught my ear today after muay thai and now before i hit the bed i've decided to share it with you. Its a song which... ... isn't really a song.. its kinda like a speech. to very uplifting music. It sounds.. slightly comical, random, yet very insightful. So here, enjoy.Wear Sunscreen by Baz LurmanLadies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99 If I could offer you only one tip </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/2066071195656006770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/2066071195656006770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2066071195656006770' title='Wear Sunscreen'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-986443180176256287</id><published>2009-02-25T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:50:07.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Rainbow Connection"Why are there so manysongs about rainbows,And what's on the other side?"6:57pmJamie: Hey girls(: i'm sitting in the bus now and staring out the window and i see this awesomely gorgeous rainbow in the sky, and i just thought about you girls. If you're at work or in the bus and see the same rainbow, know that i'm staring at the same one and thinking of you! (:6:58pmMel tee: &lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/986443180176256287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/986443180176256287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#986443180176256287' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SaV1GGT3fLI/AAAAAAAAACo/63uYXAmEPVo/s72-c/IMG_7636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-2723621190050710765</id><published>2009-02-23T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:08:58.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth the Cheeriness.</title><summary type='text'>Today was a happy day. (:Reclining into bed at this hour at night after a hectic day makes me brim with joy for certain reasons worth the cheeriness. Although my feet and arms are on the brink of a surrender, i still have breath to rant about my day, so here goes. And because lists are so to the point, oganized, and an easy read, here's another of Jamie's lists. Why today is worth the cheeriness:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/2723621190050710765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/2723621190050710765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2723621190050710765' title='Worth the Cheeriness.'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-3714968647768863504</id><published>2009-02-23T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T07:29:01.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I fall in Love, it will be;</title><summary type='text'>When I fall in love it will be ;Only a dayand yetit will feel like foreverthat i last saw his facethat i last felt his warm skin on mine.How could i ever have thoughtthat love so simplecould be love so strong?Dreams i dream of himof us -everynightAnd I will awakeevery morning to find myselfsmiling in thatvery special way,my eyes still closed.The way he makes me laughoh, how he makes me smilea </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/3714968647768863504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/3714968647768863504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#3714968647768863504' title='When I fall in Love, it will be;'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-1428360520907582278</id><published>2009-02-17T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:26:43.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gust of Wind picks up the Dust.</title><summary type='text'>Strangely, albeit being admonished by my mom this morning, today has been a pretty interesting day for me. I should think this is firstly because, at times when we come under attack whether physically or verbally, we cacoon ourselves and retreat into ourselves. We start to look within, in hope of either protecting ourselves or searching for answers that could make sense of the situation around us</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/1428360520907582278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/1428360520907582278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1428360520907582278' title='A Gust of Wind picks up the Dust.'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-7428703860784236845</id><published>2009-02-16T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:49:24.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><summary type='text'>I never thought I'd ever enter this phase of life where life is nothing but a vast span of nine months, a blank sheet of paper waiting for me to colour in my life with experiences, nonsense and more. I believe i will almost never again have the immense luck of being allowed so much freedom and thus am determined to make the most of every bit of it. And because I like lists, i shall begin to stage</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/7428703860784236845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/7428703860784236845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7428703860784236845' title='Back.'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-9133672090693916336</id><published>2008-11-16T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:46:44.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Instance of EternityThe idea of a perpetual instant is another paradox we use to express a thought we cannot think of directly. Our language is constructed to cope with our normal existence, as we apprehend it through our physical senses, in Time and Space. We use prepositions like through, in, under, before, after, above, that relate to three-dimensional things, and to the past, present, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/9133672090693916336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/9133672090693916336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#9133672090693916336' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-672513233155002121</id><published>2008-06-15T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T22:57:07.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers' Day.</title><summary type='text'>




Nothing beats a good fathers' day celebration and hanging out with your whole family(: its just a pity many of them arent in singapore! Here's a hearty wish going out to all moustache-y, pot-bellied, balding fathers this special day: Happy fathers' day ya'll!</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4c934b66aa0e4521&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/672513233155002121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/672513233155002121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#672513233155002121' title='Fathers&apos; Day.'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-2120065218404518995</id><published>2008-05-29T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:36.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pre-Aristal.On a lighter note, today was kinda fun. Aside from the very crushing run we had, experiences are always worth remembering for the fun we had with them. Ecstatic screaming, laughing and singing in the underground dresing rooms, breathless dashing between items, applying our war paint disastrously on our faces for the performance runs. And of course, taking pictures. Isn't Zhang cool? :</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/2120065218404518995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/2120065218404518995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2120065218404518995' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SD7Ub_J-ghI/AAAAAAAAABE/OipuQp2VOyY/s72-c/freezepose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-1157044042046836385</id><published>2008-05-29T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:37.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pre-Aristal Jitters.two feet mercilessly blistered, one swollen knee.three months in endless fervor, one entire dance. four years in nj, one last aristal.This aristal has been the most turbulent yet. i fear looking up at the circles of audience knowing i've let them down. i fear every single turn i have to make on that wretched, stubborn dance floor because today i've tried. i've tried and failed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/1157044042046836385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/1157044042046836385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#1157044042046836385' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SD7RJfJ-ggI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AAPUnaj0MNk/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-7711491306965876876</id><published>2008-05-17T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:47:38.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finding Fortitude in Adversity.Of all the times i could write (and dutifully haven't written), i choose to write now, amidst my suffocating common tests. It was only in the course of studying gp that i realised how much i actually miss writing. Anyway, today i wanna tell you about being able to find fortitude in adversity, when times are down and the world seems to insist on spinning the other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/7711491306965876876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/7711491306965876876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7711491306965876876' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SC60CEoo6AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/V37vRfcbkZI/s72-c/IMG_5177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-6152025750419995977</id><published>2007-12-17T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:49:18.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My favourite Time of the Year again(:As Christmas peeks around the corner, i was reminded of this dusty old place which i havent really set foot (or fingers, rather) on for a long time. I have forgotten my old love for writing..but today i shall attempt to reenact a post as a tribute to the last time i blogged, which should be about...almost a year ago. :D heehee.This post is going to have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/6152025750419995977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/6152025750419995977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6152025750419995977' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-116712649691881407</id><published>2006-12-25T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:48:17.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My kind of ChristmasChristmas this Year has been by far one of the best ones i've had.This Christmas has been one of much joy and love, and again I am reminded of the reason i'm living as well as what i'm living for. I guess its been so special cus of the things that've happened throughout the season, the things i have done and learnt, but above all, its the people that made this Christmas season</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/116712649691881407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/116712649691881407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116712649691881407' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-116520726694254107</id><published>2006-12-03T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T20:41:06.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yous a cows.Now that i'm halfway through my holidays, i dont really know what to feel. November has been awesome. sweet november. my calender has been packed back to back everyday with activities, dance trainings in church, meetings, lunches, trips with friends, squash games, baking and lots of christmas shopping. Did i tell you that i love Christmas? because i do. Its the season of love and joy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/116520726694254107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/116520726694254107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116520726694254107' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-116231723938297457</id><published>2006-10-31T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:59:52.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Generation &amp; My church.(I apologize for the no-link title.)Yes, let's talk about my generation. I have no idea why i decided to write about this, but hey- sue me for a lack of better words- i miss having everyone together back in Singapore, and i miss them. Well, for one, I am the only girl in the generation. I grew up running about in the park, playing soccer with my brother and cousins, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/116231723938297457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/116231723938297457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116231723938297457' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-116210679648604314</id><published>2006-10-28T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T08:11:50.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Replies to Tags.Adriel:Yes yes, will do good sir! Not forgetting the 2m by 60cm by 2cm 4D flat screen plasma TV my daddy mr Donald Trump has promised you. Oh and your ACB (Assortment of Cereal Banquet) which comes with compimentary milk types (except for the yellowish chalky lumpy sort which you consume everyday). I hope it will be to your liking. But good sir, I must beseech you, please stop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/116210679648604314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/116210679648604314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116210679648604314' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-116191950587291095</id><published>2006-10-26T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:25:05.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I'll miss you guys.When we first met, Induction 2004. The crazy things we did in LT3.  Our little gathering at Wenlaoshi's, National Day 2006.05IP02  smiling forever.Though we'll still be in the same Civics Group next year, we've all been given seperate forks of this road to take. I'll miss you guys terribly. Stay together guys.Loving you Ohtwo,Jamie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/116191950587291095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/116191950587291095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116191950587291095' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-116187815377975677</id><published>2006-10-26T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T08:55:53.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greek Geek word of the day - "Nacisscus"Narcissus or Narkissos (Greek Νάρκισσος), was a hero of the territory of Thespiae in Boeotia ( a place in Ancient Greece) who was renowned for his beauty and his pride. Okay, so basically Narcissus was a cool Greek hero, and there was Echo, a pretty nymph who loved him deeply. However, Narcissus felt that his beauty was unmatched (how gay.) and it was even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/116187815377975677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/116187815377975677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116187815377975677' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-116187563333012549</id><published>2006-10-26T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T08:18:32.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE MY BROTHER. and that is why i am doing this.(no, not because he has udders..though technically, maybe.)My brother is almost a full grown man. He is nearing his twenties and has yet to find me a sister-in-law. We are all very worried. But no, i believe there is still hope...and thus i bring forth to you (with great pride), my very qualified Brother.Presenting, Kenneth Chin ; Prokaryote </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/116187563333012549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/116187563333012549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116187563333012549' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-115036611236361372</id><published>2006-06-15T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T03:27:42.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Promises, promises.What is a promise? It is an IOU.What does a promise mean to you? It means Assurance.What can you do with a promise? I can make it or break it.What is His promise? It is when he says, "You have my Word."What does His promise mean to me? It means Salvation.What can I do with His promise? I can claim it.I am hungry. Hungry for You, hungry for your word. And no, this isn't one of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/115036611236361372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/115036611236361372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115036611236361372' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-115009081050242793</id><published>2006-06-11T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T09:10:40.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Urlaub!My thousand apologies for not updating in a gazillllion years, but after the prevalent hounding of various (coughcough) pressure groups, i have given in. This June holiday draws a close to the first half of this year, and it draws open the curtains of the next. Right now, Im just trying to enjoy my holidays to the fullest. You learn to cherish holidays alot more when you come into ip. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/115009081050242793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/115009081050242793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115009081050242793' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-114338636783913464</id><published>2006-03-26T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T07:19:27.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rudely in Love, says he..Jamie,Destiny of our togetherness may be so newOur past has given the quest for someone like youNow we found each other through manyThe journey has ended at lastNow our lives have just begunAs I reach out and hold your handThat feeling of bliss fills my soulI cherish each moment hoping for the nextFeeling my reasons to give you moreI cherish you for what we haveMy love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/114338636783913464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/114338636783913464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114338636783913464' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-114217260588019858</id><published>2006-03-12T03:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T06:10:05.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nur Nach dir der Christus laufe ich. Aufblick des ZukunftOur promise made, us little trioTo meet in thirty years to be,To bring our family, perfect spouseIn time to come yes, we shall see.And so the first assessment week has finally passed, we all heave great sighs of relief. Now delivered into our one week break, we taste our first weekend of slow-tempo life. Whether or not it really is a break,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/114217260588019858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/114217260588019858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114217260588019858' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113932766747458673</id><published>2006-02-07T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T07:54:27.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On this Valentine's day to beWhat is love?What is love but a leap of faith,A bridge of trust.What is love but todays grace,Tomorrows hope.What is love but a point well taken,A view partially seen.What is love but eyes that follow,Words that touch.What is love but joy in giving,Happiness in knowing.What is love?It is but laughter,At the end of tears."The most complete and perhaps earliest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113932766747458673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113932766747458673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113932766747458673' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113914974594469753</id><published>2006-02-05T05:41:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T06:29:05.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was, and it shall be.Bliss, it is but an illusion of the polyester armour we shrug on daily. An invisible thread that wraps, sneakily around our fingersfelt but not seen.imagined but unspoken.Glamour, it is but a kind way to find answers.For it is not so much worn, but a state of mindwhereby beauty is subjectiveand common beautyis nothing but decietful charm.Memory, it is but the written </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113914974594469753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113914974594469753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113914974594469753' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113819966765763528</id><published>2006-01-25T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T06:47:28.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Limmericks of the Unrelinquished. Ip2s at Njdanceparty'06. Yes i love you guys ( : I hate the way you contradict both word and action, it warps my better soul. I ask to be friends, for a better cause, are you to be my foe?Here she comes, with her head held high, i can't help but stare at my feet. A dancer to dust, as good as she is, can this leader really lead?I see him down the corridor and tell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113819966765763528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113819966765763528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113819966765763528' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113786830000589852</id><published>2006-01-21T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:31:40.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In His Fervor and Mine.It was once that a little girl saw the world as the saddest illusion ever existing. She saw no light, and no hope fell into her spectrum of sight. In her world, the skies were grey and threatening, every living creature was evil and every plant was poisonous. There was no place for hiding, no web of warmth. Every human was just like the last, blank and unfeeling. Yes, this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113786830000589852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113786830000589852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113786830000589852' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113726059958847309</id><published>2006-01-14T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T09:43:19.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fascinating happenings in my mundane life:Thursday:1) I cried in Mr Eng's MA2101 class. He was telling us about his "backside-itchy moments" (its a mathematical term). Eesha and I laughed so hard that when Mr eng asked if i was okay, i started going hysterical again. this is not good.2) I took out my Crescent Uniform again, after it had been collecting dust in my closet. This would be the first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113726059958847309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113726059958847309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113726059958847309' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113708388581632599</id><published>2006-01-12T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T08:38:05.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jewels are cut from more than precious stone.Jewels are cut from more than precious stone.A life, too, is cut to catch the light.No beauty is refracted when a lone, Isolated stranger rides the night.Can you be jewels to each other's sun?Each needs a light to shine upon the heart, Awakening the loveliness that oneNever could reveal if still apart.Do, then, both shine and give refraction,So you may</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113708388581632599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113708388581632599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113708388581632599' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113638438253741773</id><published>2006-01-04T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T06:19:42.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Commitment.A commitment is a charge, a committal, a devoir, a duty, an engagement, my guarantee, a liability, a must, their need, my obligation, an ought, my pledge, my promise, my responsibility, an undertaking, a vow, my wordSo,Don't commit if you're not willing, to give your 200%.Don't commit if you think you won't cope.Don't commit if you think it will pass without sacrifice.Don't commit if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113638438253741773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113638438253741773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113638438253741773' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113610280300001496</id><published>2005-12-31T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T00:06:43.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Resolutions resolved. The glorious public might not have the privilage of viewing it but,I have reflected well and hard about the past year.My resolutions for the new year- resolved.Bring it on 2006.I'm game. A Happy, Happy New Year to all.In His fervor and mine,Jamie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113610280300001496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113610280300001496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113610280300001496' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113591480431434550</id><published>2005-12-29T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:55:17.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of presentations and Chipengs.Signs that the sky is falling:1. I havent revised any german since school ended2. My aunt is here and my older brother is bunking in my room3. My mom is getting this pair of fascinatingly FUNKY reading glasses4. Dad says " Y is for 'YOYOYO! WHAZZUP! WHAZZUP?!' "5. The new school year is about to beginSigns that the sky hasnt fallen yet:1. I can still count from 1 to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113591480431434550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113591480431434550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113591480431434550' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113541057254321974</id><published>2005-12-23T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:49:32.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Friggin-Tagged speaks..some weird person with a deprived childhood just HAD to tag me. that was of no particular reference to anybody, especially not to anyone whose name starts with g and end with imlim. Rules:- 5 random facts about you- list another 5 people you wanna tag- leave a comment on their tagboard about being taggedokay.... here goes then.5 random facts:1. I have a mom who cheats </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113541057254321974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113541057254321974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113541057254321974' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113523843436527625</id><published>2005-12-21T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:00:34.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BACK ( :oh man. i SO miss korea. I miss all the fun we had screaming and falling and hurting our bums and knees while learning to snowboard. i miss freezing in the blistering cold. i miss eating churros in the cold. i miss going high at night when all the ip1s would crash a room and go crazy and laugh over almost everything. i miss my homestay family so much. (i dont really miss how they stuffed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113523843436527625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113523843436527625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113523843436527625' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113444823284193539</id><published>2005-12-12T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:34:56.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korea(:</title><summary type='text'>Korea Ski trip 2005(:  20 crazy nj students. 8 crazy ip ones. Hitting the icy slopes of Chuncheon, Korea. 7 days.Anyung higehsaeyo!(:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113444823284193539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113444823284193539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113444823284193539' title='Korea(:'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113414447464541697</id><published>2005-12-09T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T18:08:50.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What does a lady need? (Men, please read.)For every civilization or society, be it ancient or present, there are some simple things its inhabitants are required to adhere to in order for the continuance of its existance. Reproduction, childbirth- that one love shared by a mother and husband, a passionate, lasting treasure we humans acknowledge as love.For love to light the air, what a lady needs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113414447464541697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113414447464541697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113414447464541697' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113411804620382671</id><published>2005-12-09T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:21:03.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BREAK.OMG. someone save me. Went for dance today. and for once, it was acutally (extremely) physically challenging. Met at 8:30 at the grandstand for morning runs..proceeded to the gym after that. warm up was.. merciless turmoil. We went through some steps and the floorwork. my feet and legs were dying due to the 9hour shopping marathon my mom and i had yesterday around orchard road IN HEELS. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113411804620382671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113411804620382671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113411804620382671' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113384782295525541</id><published>2005-12-05T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:12:47.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MI MORENAby Josh GrobanAnd so my loveFrom my window I can see a beautiful vision And when the music playsYour body rises like a bird of graceMi morena I saw you dancing in the rainHoly water shining like a silver flameCome like a ghostI will watch you dance aloneMi morena, you're the light within my soul.And so my loveThe way you're moving in your dressTo a nylon guitar on wings of silk and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113384782295525541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113384782295525541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113384782295525541' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113350756938574291</id><published>2005-12-01T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T04:56:36.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Things We Can Learn From a Dog.When Loved ones come, always run to greet them. Run, romp. and play daily. Be loyal.Never pretend to be something you're not. If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.Delight in the simple joy of seeing your loved ones around.Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.No </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113350756938574291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113350756938574291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113350756938574291' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113308798529743943</id><published>2005-11-27T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T02:39:45.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There must be Heaven.I'm sure there is some sort of Bliss,Somehow someway somewhere ,I'm not sure exactly how grand it is,But for sure I know its there.A golden Nirvana with pearly gates,Mansions with falls and flower beds.Blessing and boon, a gift from high,                                                       Watch as eternity passes you by.Angels serenade, their voices resound,Dancing and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113308798529743943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113308798529743943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113308798529743943' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113299024887276304</id><published>2005-11-25T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T23:30:48.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORE THAN ME. i've been thinking and i've thought about it, i've come to realise that i am alot more than simply me. How many times have we actually taken a good look at ourselves, and thought about the other people in our lives who can actually be found as but a reflection in ouselves, mirrored against our own personality and skeleton? the more i think of it, the more i find myself  one colossal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113299024887276304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113299024887276304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113299024887276304' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113293304697734628</id><published>2005-11-25T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:32:04.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Narcisissm. my solace, my alleviation, where i ameliorate and where i hide.my comfort, my web of warmth and smiles, where all is made right.my relief, my exhaustion, where joy and pain coalesce, where life is but a dance.my bliss, my mirth and jewel, where rapture is but a laugh away, where i am caught in trance.blown and gone as the seeds may seem,i know it'll last forever,for the gift of love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113293304697734628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113293304697734628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113293304697734628' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113196944830720162</id><published>2005-11-14T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T03:57:28.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so the holidays are here.. the first two weeks of holiday have been whack even though they were mostly eaten up by school-based activities like induction/cip and all.. oh well. Still, it was whack(:Ip chalet definitely marked the beginning of the long-awaited party we've all work so hard for through the year! heh. And i mean party. yes. It was the very essence of madness and insanity.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113196944830720162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113196944830720162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113196944830720162' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113120908901929561</id><published>2005-11-05T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:44:49.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IP induction!! What can i say!haha. it was nothing short of a success(: It was really fun and i kinda lost my voice.. haha. Lets see... Ah. it started off with me lugging this troll-sized bag of prizes (for the treasure hunt later on in the day) to school, meeting the rest of the registratin booth peeps n ushers at the linkway. Slacked around for awhile, talked to kim and gossiped about lame </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113120908901929561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113120908901929561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113120908901929561' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-113076978284571994</id><published>2005-10-31T04:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T06:43:02.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh MAN.A thousand apologies for not updating in a few eras.oh well. after i dunno HOW MANY people have bugged me to updatei have decidedto update.HERE. recap!The Swap. [when guido came over]     Some of us at Sentosa.. I'm the one in orange, and my host/guestbrother is the brown-haired fella in red..Man that was sometime back in august!(: I'll never forget those wonderful times we had together. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113076978284571994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/113076978284571994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113076978284571994' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-112566142925136344</id><published>2005-09-02T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T04:55:11.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heya guys(:so sorry for not updating in eons..Ever since i came back from Germany,I've been too caught up in the speedat which my life is moving at..but now that Guido's gone back to Germanyand its the last day of Term 3,I guess its time to Blog(:Photos of my trip to Germany are up (finally!) :www.germanyaustausch2005.mypicgallery.comhaha..im still uploading the ones which are from Guido's stay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/112566142925136344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/112566142925136344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112566142925136344' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-112144399912266954</id><published>2005-07-15T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T09:13:19.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hellooo(: hahaha. sorry for not updating in eons or smth. anyway. Guido's here now. He's being very irritating. He thinks im a stupid pig which i totally am not in any situation especially when guido himself is a stupid pig. ( he's gonna kill me like now) AHHHHH!!!! hahaha. pfft this stupid idiot is tickling meeeeeeee!!!! aarhalgoisgsofihhhh!! he's a meanie. but he's quite nice larhs. only when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/112144399912266954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/112144399912266954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112144399912266954' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-112084516351163675</id><published>2005-07-08T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T10:52:43.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alloooooo from Germany!!!Haha.i'm in the basement now where there are another six comps around me cos i'm in the computer school in their home!! *jumps around and screams*.yes, Guido's mom owns a computer school which is right in the basement and his dad is one of the teeptop people doing reserach for the oh so famous Daimler-Chrysler Auto company. so cool gell?A thousand apologies for not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/112084516351163675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/112084516351163675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112084516351163675' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-111946296995807356</id><published>2005-06-22T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T11:01:11.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To believeyou must first see.To answer you must first ask.To knowyou must first wonder.To advance you must first retreat.And to LoveYou must first have lost.But.Have i already lost it?And more importantlyAm i lost?limmericks of the unrelinquished.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111946296995807356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111946296995807356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111946296995807356' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-111867756105185106</id><published>2005-06-13T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:02:58.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Streetfest'05 awwwh.great experience.really wonderful..except for the transexual models and us having to do the fashion show thing.had tonnes of fun with all the mad hat dancers(:love you guys to bits n pieces man.laughed alot and was rather amazed by the belly dancing.hey hey. all out there.don't make fun of people who have spare tires man.this lady who was obviously plump was one of the best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111867756105185106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111867756105185106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111867756105185106' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-111772069549171495</id><published>2005-06-02T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T08:07:59.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okayso its the holidays.and we're already halfway through the yearburning out fastspeeding on..my first week has been spentrunning from german schoolto dance practices..getting spire doneand spending most of my hourseither alone at home with my grand-dador at my aunt'ssimply slacking aroundlazing aboutrotting and feeling completely burned out.my mom's in Australia with my bigbro and cuz..every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111772069549171495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111772069549171495'/><link 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down town today after our paperwith chairman, shufies, keen..we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111659740502537244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111659740502537244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111659740502537244' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-111626298137794403</id><published>2005-05-16T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T10:03:01.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARIUS!!!!whoohoooo. *screams and jumps about making monkey faces*Special wishes to my special cousin Darius Chen on this special day for turning oh-so-specially FIFTEEEEEEN~!! (OMG.hey dude.you growing old!-er than MEEE. no fair!)It'a been GREAT having you as a cousin n Friend(thanks for the icecream=P)Never failing to hear my cheers n jeers whenever, wherever!A toast to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111626298137794403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111626298137794403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111626298137794403' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-111616937205089692</id><published>2005-05-15T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T08:12:40.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Pretend- Nat King Cole]*Pretend you`re happy when you`re blueIt isn`t very hard to doAnd you`ll find happiness without an endWhenever you pretendRemember anyone can dreamAnd nothing`s bad as it may seemThe little things you haven`t gotCould be a lot if you pretendYou`ll find a love you can shareOne you can call all your ownJust close your eyes, he`ll be thereYou`ll never be aloneAnd if you sing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111616937205089692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111616937205089692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111616937205089692' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-111497106678263870</id><published>2005-05-01T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T11:11:06.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Booya(:oh man. these few weeks have really flown pass at a remarkable pace..My apologies for not blogging in eons.Its really not my fault im this busy.aaargh. i still have t shrink my IH essay to 1200 by 76 words!!like how easy is that?I'm suffocating in stress as all of us  in Njip are..4 assignments due this weekDry-cell battery proposal due by fridayFoodfair business plan due on wedMA1101 and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111497106678263870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111497106678263870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111497106678263870' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-111374227809728609</id><published>2005-04-17T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T09:41:51.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~*Sparks'05!! [Me, tis and Yinting]eee.i look so evil. *pouts* not my fault. cheryl says i look like a gangsterr!!:'( nooooo! i hate my hair tho.CHERYL DID IT!!! (BOOMhairsyle.tsk.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111374227809728609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111374227809728609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111374227809728609' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-111349849413254127</id><published>2005-04-14T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T10:08:14.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i say this at the dark of nightto you who hears me neveryou think that i'm just that.I'll never be good enough.i've been compareddowngraded disgraced.I'll always bethat jamieirresponsibleignorantindignantinactiveinfuriatingto you i will always beto you.how long has it been since i've last felt good about myselfhow long has it beensince i've made you happyhow long has it been since i've manage to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111349849413254127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111349849413254127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111349849413254127' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-111297156273714367</id><published>2005-04-08T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T07:51:40.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>booya(:mann.Life now.. -speechless-just got back from dance not long ago..Tonnes of things have happened.The interview today for the chinese newspaper went okay.I think Zhiwei n i were making alot of noise in the Go tho=P(oops).Haha. nice guy, that fella. But it was so weirddd.Then they made us take photos. tsktsk.and Ms Ng made such a big fuss cos the wind kept"blowing at her hair and it'd make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111297156273714367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111297156273714367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111297156273714367' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-111228940620187946</id><published>2005-03-31T08:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T03:20:42.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A change after that same old boring one.I found this one pretty cute.the two kids n all(:Oh well.Term 2 started not long ago..goshiness. work piling up all over already.prjects, presentations all over the place.It's been fun anyways(:The highlight of today was..Hm. oh yeah.Our class went down to the basketball court during lunch today!!(:Was so funny.Cos we split the guys n girls equally..And the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111228940620187946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111228940620187946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111228940620187946' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-111046537529889956</id><published>2005-03-10T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T06:36:15.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't Believe its already the second last day of Term 1..Seems like yesterday when we just got our stiff grey uniforms..Cheering n losing our voices..Screaming everytime we won..Screaming even when we lost.Well..So much for those memories of Orientation 05..Term 1 assessment week 05 wasnt too bad either.My results were..Haha. interesting(:Didnt do too badly.Was pretty unexpected tho..haha(:im so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111046537529889956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/111046537529889956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111046537529889956' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-110966694337010012</id><published>2005-03-01T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T00:49:03.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soundtrack of my Life...25th Feb-Talentime: Slither..yeah baby yeah! SPCA rocks the house!!Congrats on your win dudes,to all spca fanatics..Johnson, collin, Ernie and cherrie etc.The band was really good!!And oh yeah. S o was the *ahem* speech.Thanks alot for dedicating the song to me (:But aye. The speech was ridiculous larhs Johnson!!What Queen Jamie.. tsktsk. Hey, i still eat sausages </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110966694337010012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110966694337010012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110966694337010012' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-110761469079976821</id><published>2005-02-05T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T07:17:42.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Convulation of the Anglo-Saxon LanguageThis is what you learn from LA.That Hitler is bad.That German is the Devil's Language (i so do object).That you need super fast hands and extra strong musclesto take lecture Notes when Mrs Lim's speaking.That Mrs Lim doesnt eat chocs.This past week has been...packed. really really packed.So many presentationsSo many assignmentsSo many things to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110761469079976821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110761469079976821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110761469079976821' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-110699502644725829</id><published>2005-01-29T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T02:37:06.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROAD RUN(:aye, Roadrun rocks(:Not that tiring but it still rocks(:3.9k, 19 something timing and lotsa aches.yes, Roadrun rocks(:Terra rules(: We were pushed into shimmering pompoms last minuteWe were moulded into bimbo lamo green peopleWe won(:yes, Terra Rocks(:Haha..Went out with my class after Roadrun and some mass dancing..We went to PS and made a lotta noise=PTook some neos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110699502644725829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110699502644725829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110699502644725829' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-110631740334457096</id><published>2005-01-21T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T06:23:23.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alas.I now comprehend the true meaningof Stress.Right now i have4 projectsand 3 assignments due by next week.AyeAll good things come with a compromiseand right now I've come to understandwhy im still alive.School is like a drug, a pill..It drugs you and harms you..Withdrawal symptoms,The stress, the information overload,The workload, the responsilbility..The Commitment.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110631740334457096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110631740334457096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110631740334457096' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-110516294724348047</id><published>2005-01-07T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T21:42:27.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HYPER Drive!!! ohh GOSH. Its saturday morning and i'm still on NJ Dance Party-high!!*screams and jumps up and down*Hahahahaha. waitwait.okay.Hold on.Pause. Lets start with thursday..WAR GAMES!!!!!!!it was so scary!!! BUT. it was so funn toooo.I tell you. Costello is smart smart smart mans.we were strategizing like mad..And in the end,we had mich in the mid with our toga boards, and we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110516294724348047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110516294724348047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110516294724348047' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-110484063529439714</id><published>2005-01-04T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:10:35.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH MY GOSH.Nj life is so good right now!!!*screams*Our class is damn spunky...And it seems our seniors are damn scared of us when we screamThe 02scream=P*pokes mich and rest of class*Today marks the second day of Orientation 05And i've gotta say it rockked(:Its some olden Italian Mafia theme with All the different Mafia gangs!! like:DeStefano, Luciano, Antonio, Partriani, Marcello and.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110484063529439714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110484063529439714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110484063529439714' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-110247884902778303</id><published>2004-12-07T19:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T20:07:29.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~[Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas*] Have yourself a merry little ChristmasLet your heart be light, From now on our troubles Will be out of sight.  Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Make the Yule-tide gay, From now on our troubles Will be miles away.  Here we are as in olden days, Happy golden days of yore, Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more.  " Through </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110247884902778303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110247884902778303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110247884902778303' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-110205668585893553</id><published>2004-12-02T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:51:25.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  *My dearest Big Bro and My Favorite Cuz in Australia at their Valedictory!! Action!! heee.  *Moccasins Rooole!! Haha, my group for AK camp! whee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110205668585893553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110205668585893553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110205668585893553' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-110174110415948481</id><published>2004-11-29T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T07:11:44.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>        [Updates of my life]*((:1. Us at Eunz's Barbaque2. The few cheeky ones in the pool3. TaiTai and TaiTai Junior4. Irene jie [Bride] and I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110174110415948481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110174110415948481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110174110415948481' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-110111674736706809</id><published>2004-11-22T01:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T01:45:47.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Just a Splinter in My Heart]*Just a splinter in my heart-A splinter so smallYet so painful,So fineYet so sharp.How long as it been?Too long.Erased from your memoryDeleted from your world,I no longer stand as anythingThat's of any worth to you.Those times we spent together,Sweet, intoxicating, hilarious..There never was a moment when i felt bothered by your existence.You stood </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110111674736706809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110111674736706809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110111674736706809' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-110076653941520083</id><published>2004-11-18T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T00:28:59.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Musical Evening 2004  Us n I  ip councillors!!whoohoo=)Class gathering--&gt;14th Nov 04  us in watching POC  the few naughty ones:P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110076653941520083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110076653941520083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110076653941520083' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-110068909345936913</id><published>2004-11-17T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T06:00:07.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aloha=)Havent been blogging for a pretty long timeSo here's a recap for those who Dont really know about whats going on in my life=)Haha..okies[Sunday*-05ip02's class gathering]t'was funnnnnnn ^.-VERY VERY funnn.Well, we all reached there around 2 plus And sat around with ernest's family,Talking, and laughing about ernie's interesting stories..(psssk.Ernie's parents tell funnaye </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110068909345936913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110068909345936913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110068909345936913' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-110008620761522895</id><published>2004-11-10T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T03:30:07.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heeee:)those going on sunday for our 05ip02 gathering at ernie's house beware!!!!Its gonna be funnnn:)bwhaahahaha=)I hereby declare our class the most bang ip class of 04!!!whoohoo=)we're gonna form a class band on sunday.. [erpx]gonna hang out, watch meikeen's fab shows..and dunk ernie in his fish pond:) [bwahaha]Those who dunno how to go there may meet at j8 kies?Yay.Our class rocks:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110008620761522895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/110008620761522895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110008620761522895' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109966352014695363</id><published>2004-11-05T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T06:05:20.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>05'IP02 WON!!!!!!! *screams*::[05'IP02- Most enthu class of induction!!]Did i say that induction day 1 was fun??Well.If it was,Today would be...*WHAM!!*whooohooo!:)Induction was superrrrb!!Amazing!!Wowww!!!:DWe started off at around 9And when I saw my class,I was like"... ..."I knew nobody in my class.But when we went up to our temp classroom,I realised that my class was FUNKAYE!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109966352014695363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109966352014695363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109966352014695363' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109948695169184778</id><published>2004-11-03T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T05:02:31.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'05 IP::whoohoo!!:DInduction today was so funnn!:)Was really funny with mel, jes, lou, ga and xinyuanmaking fun of me and our Luohan federationwhereby people regardless luohan headed or not unitein peace and freedom and blah blah blaaahh.And how they teased me about my husband luohan..which was pure crap girls!!!!Just because his head is perfect luohan shape,its doesnt mean that he's my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109948695169184778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109948695169184778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109948695169184778' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109939348378019056</id><published>2004-11-02T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T03:07:29.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets recap:)okay...Dance on sunday!!!WhoohoooXDit was amazingly fun basically because we did that bongo danceand secondly cos we danced in the rain!!It was so fun cos we were totally laughing, giggling and talkingwhile dancing:)and the greatest part was the two-part dancing..Something like passdedeux:)it was really cool..haha.the guys are soo strong.and they just lifted, swung and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109939348378019056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109939348378019056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109939348378019056' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109931556761931244</id><published>2004-11-01T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T05:26:07.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this is what it feels like::so this is what it feels liketo break awayto feel seperated from the restto leaveto have your feelings misunderstoodto have your actions misreadto think you're nothingbut a pile of useless junk.So this is what it feels like.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109931556761931244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109931556761931244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109931556761931244' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109893158958908941</id><published>2004-10-27T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T19:46:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Codey!!!You're finally TWO years old!!which makes you...14 doggie years:)*whoohoo*Hahaha..Mom and I went to the new mcdonalds at west coast parkonly to meet BigbroGeek there and all..Bought breakfast as well as a sausage-egg mcmuffinfor our dearest Birthday Girl today:)Pity it was raining, if not we could have brought her along.Anyway, came home and gave Codey her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109893158958908941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109893158958908941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109893158958908941' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109879771916013214</id><published>2004-10-26T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T06:35:19.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not really in the mood to writeconsidering the fact thatI've been dancing from last monday till todayand from 7 to 6...*wham*Its tiring, trust me.Waking up each day to the aches and strains..Thinking that my four limbs have degeneratedand that they're no longer intact with the rest of my body..Stillit was worth the fun and allthe many laughs and trips to the primary schools..going mad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109879771916013214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109879771916013214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109879771916013214' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109844875915163875</id><published>2004-10-22T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T05:44:45.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~dedicated to my beloved fellow dancers:) , my dearest class 2C2 and everyone who may be able to relate to this..[Break Away...]*Grew up in a small town,And when the rain would fall down,I'd just stare out my window.Dreaming of what could be,And if I'd end up happy,I would pray.Try hard to reach out,But when I tried to speak out,Felt like no-one could hear me.Wanted to belong here,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109844875915163875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109844875915163875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109844875915163875' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109818704711876434</id><published>2004-10-19T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T05:08:19.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If only.If only you'd be honest about itIf only you could be open about itIf only you would tell meIf only i knew how you feel.Truth be toldI always thought i knew how you feltThe time spent with youThough short but sweet nonetheless.We became great friendsSharing memories, great times, laughs and all.And then we grew further apart.What was it that made this happen?Friends?Work?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109818704711876434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109818704711876434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109818704711876434' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109816260871608542</id><published>2004-10-18T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:10:08.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A depressing day for all.Results Day.Sounds weird but oh well.yes.Tears were shedHugs were sharedAnd still everyone feels so, so down.Grades arent the only thing in life,Yes, there's so much more.Yet..why does everyone,even i,take it like its the end of the world?When I got my results,I cried.SO hard.Thank God for my windbreaker.Its illogical.Sometimes effort does not equal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109816260871608542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109816260871608542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109816260871608542' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109810773901816446</id><published>2004-10-18T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T06:55:39.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dance today was:)*wham!*first time in so many weeks that i felt my amount of pain..sorefreshing.So wonderful:)We celebrated laoshi's birthdayand then practiced that fun dance to the Bongo Song..As well as that gross one:)and we started training for SYF!whoohoo..It was so funn!we were trying to get toughened up for the training..and now i get my seniors when they say the training's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109810773901816446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109810773901816446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109810773901816446' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109776279622619390</id><published>2004-10-14T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T07:06:36.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*poof*aloha peeps:)Whoah.feels like i've never touched this in eons man..ahh.okay,so the post-exam fever's getting into me*grins*hee.well,its not that blissful actually... still have some people..Some people hounding at my feet for things like PBL..*glares*sigh...oh well.dance was great today:) dancing with those "chou"'s  are really kewl ya know:)but now my arms are achin.bleagh.Haha..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109776279622619390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109776279622619390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109776279622619390' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109574017852482855</id><published>2004-09-20T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T21:16:18.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heys:) Its CS now and everyone's using this time to take a break from our stressful  studies:)Even me.Saw our class photos and everyone looks SO so different from last years photos man!Yusheng here behind me just added that:"its so screwed up"Haha. cant agree any less than what least everyone think;)Cant wait to get my dance photos:Dwheeehee.Oh and council photos;)OH MAN. it the one with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109574017852482855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109574017852482855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109574017852482855' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109472386331861681</id><published>2004-09-09T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T02:57:43.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what do you want from me?what do you all want from me?I dont get you.I dont get her.I dont get him.I dont get anyone of you.Just pisss off.GO away.Get out of my already-torn life.LeaveMeAlone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109472386331861681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109472386331861681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109472386331861681' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109455099390054754</id><published>2004-09-07T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T02:56:33.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey all:)If not for my warm shoes, I think I would have lost my feet today.T’was  freeeeezing.And we were walking more than 3km around town, down town and what not.Though, of course, no labor results with nothing*wink wink wink*Hee. Got so much barang barang.Man the stuff here is sooo good:And cheap. Or some of it anyways.Hee. Got a new wallet.Man, I have no idea how much money I blew on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109455099390054754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109455099390054754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109455099390054754' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109445433688324290</id><published>2004-09-05T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T00:05:36.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Philosophical balance of life in Australia Muesli+yoghurt=wonderful monday afternoonTrinity College=real learning+cool teach'rs+yummilicious food Albartus.com=mindbebogglement+addiction Shopping=kewl saawwwks+uncle Freddo's ice-cream+gifts+frozen feet Sleep=shivers+heater+simpsons' sleeping bag+bolster Pictures=cheech+me+cheech's stufftoy kitty+crazy André Common room=Study+Pool+Sharjan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109445433688324290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109445433688324290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109445433688324290' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109427148540564757</id><published>2004-09-03T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T21:18:05.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I read Samuel's and John's blogs...Whoh.Its really saddeningEspecially when you see your friends in such a statewhere the feeling's just too strong for words to expressthe painthe sorrowthe disappointment they feel inside.Yes, you all know what i'm talking about.It was only then that I realizedthat I'm leaving too.It was only then that I realizedthat I'll lose my 2 years in Crescent.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109427148540564757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109427148540564757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109427148540564757' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109426743936032312</id><published>2004-09-03T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T20:10:39.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greetings from Aussieland people!!!haha:)life here's great! The weather's literally perfect and the people are really nice too:)We were walking along the streets near Victoria Market and we saw these four dudes from mexico or somethin, playing their hearts out on the street! they were sooo cool. But there was this guy who sat outside Mac's and he played the guitar, with his doggie, a syberian </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109426743936032312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109426743936032312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109426743936032312' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109405442277479876</id><published>2004-09-01T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T09:00:22.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The unexamined life is not worth living.The unlived life is not worth examining.- Socrates.Reflection without life is empty.Life without reflection is blind.- Kant.What is life?What do i want out of my life?Who controls my life?-splat-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109405442277479876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109405442277479876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109405442277479876' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109401378648461526</id><published>2004-08-31T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T21:43:06.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey hey hey:)Anna and Nett just went home and now im wondering where on earth lin laoshi is... she's 38mins late. could i have remembered the wrong date? time? argh.whatever.stupid-. Cant believe she placed such a huge burden on our shoulders. its not even confirmed yet you-. make us so fed up, thank you very very much. sigh.finished all the clips and videos for the  project. had tonnes of fun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109401378648461526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109401378648461526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109401378648461526' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891658.post-109343000442856412</id><published>2004-08-25T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T03:33:24.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dearest codey chin:) hee. so bored please.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109343000442856412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5891658/posts/default/109343000442856412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toocommon.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109343000442856412' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12775165236727197340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y5IuSTcF4-o/SbqF54vWFkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/z6_nURnK5KA/S220/IMG_7384.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
